I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

Caroline's eyes flickered, her light green eyes moved around smartly, and she muttered something indistinctly, as if deliberately making it difficult for people to hear what she was saying. She glanced at the two people in front of the table again.

"Okay, you guys continue eating. I'm going to go find Bernie and ask him to arrange a new cabin for me."

"Huh? Who's Bernie?" Phil Gray asked, with a puzzled look that made Caroline laugh instantly.

"Of course it's the fat guy you just mentioned who is in charge of managing the resources on the ship. You don't even know his name."

Phil Gray chuckled, and saw Caroline stand up and knock on their table. "By the way, you haven't formally introduced yourself to me yet, but I heard him call you Phil, right? Phil--"

Eli showed an innocent expression. He was in a hurry at the time and that's why he called out the boss's name directly.

"Okay, let me formally introduce myself. My name is Phil, and I am the follower of the Day Prophet. I have joined the Dawn Cult. He is Eli, the follower of the God of Life."

"What do you mean by count as? You even have a sun brooch, which means you are a member of our church. Although I don't think I have seen you before, okay, okay, I'm leaving." Caroline said goodbye to them and left the restaurant, lifting her skirt.

"What do you think she's hiding?" Phil Gray mused.

"What else could it be? I don't believe that their bishop let her handle the affairs of the Malu Island Church alone. She must have sneaked out without knowing the importance of the matter. If we hadn't happened to be on this boat, she and these passengers would have been killed by Tang's boning knife." Eli shook his head helplessly, put the plates in front of him, and called the waiter over.

"Well, she is only at the blessing level. If we have time after we solve Patrick's problem, we can help her." Phil Gray said.

"Boss, you haven't even officially become the Son of God yet, why are you considering the Dawn Divine Church?" Eli laughed.

"After all, meeting each other is destiny's arrangement."

After dinner, Phil Gray and Eli walked out of the restaurant, leaned against the railing of the boat, and looked at the endless sea in front of them, which occasionally rippled in the breeze.

Phil Gray closed his eyes and drew the mark of the flower of destiny on his chest. This was the first time he prayed so devoutly to the God of Destiny.

"Hope Patrick is doing well."

During these days in the Weir world, he really treated Patrick as his cousin. Perhaps one day in the future, he would choose to honestly confess his identity to his friends around him, as his real identity, not Phil Gray.

He opened his eyes and saw Eli's gentle smile.

"Don't worry. Since you said so, I believe your god will choose to fulfill your request. Wait, the gods you believe in seem to include the God of Death and the Day Prophet? Why don't you pray to them one by one?"

Phil Gray shook his head. He thought the other two would not be so easy to talk to.

"Look!" After standing there idly for a while, Eli suddenly pointed to a place on the sea and said in surprise.

Phil Gray looked in the direction he pointed, and the beautiful figure that flashed by almost made him think it was an illusion.

It was a huge fish tail, flapping the sea water to create white waves. The dazzling blue scales were more enchanting than the purest blue crystal, but it disappeared into the sea in just a moment.

"what is that?"

Eli said with some regret, "What a pity, you didn't see his upper body. You should have only seen the scene where the fish's tail entered the sea, right?"

"Upper body? Are you saying she is the mermaid Patrick has always wanted to see? I was saying that the fish tail is so beautiful!" Phil Gray curled the corners of his mouth, still amazed by the scene he had just seen.

"Yes, I have seen them several times when I was traveling by boat from the West Continent to the East Continent. They are the favorites of the goddess of the sea. They not only have beautiful appearances, but also possess the power of the ocean. You may not be able to defeat a mermaid like this." Eli said with a smile.

"Ah? So powerful?" Phil Gray was a little surprised. This seemed a little different from the mermaid he imagined.

"Of course, if they weren't protected by the powerful ocean god, they would have perished long ago. Didn't you see before that someone in the Life Church's newspaper was buying their scales?"

"Ah."

"Isn't it Patrick who wants to see the mermaid the most? The appearance of the mermaid may be the gods telling you not to worry about him, because he has his own destiny and mission to fulfill, right?"

After Eli finished speaking, without waiting for Phil Gray's answer, he took out a green leaf from the space stone. The beautiful tune accompanied by the leisurely sea breeze blew away the sorrow in his heart.

Believe in fate, there will always be the best arrangement.

……

After waiting for about a day and a half, Gold Coin No. 3 finally saw a passenger ship with the logo of the Commercial Church sailing towards them.

Bernie shouted towards the top deck, "Oh, you guys are finally here! It's Gold Coin No. 9, and you're still as slow as ever."

After the two ships were connected by a solid passage, a man wearing a twill purple satin top and black boots came over. He had thick eyebrows and big eyes, looked capable and neat, and his face was a little defiant.

"What do you know? If it weren't for the early departure to accommodate you, we could have sold at least one-third of the tickets."

Bernie came forward and said, "Okay, okay, Myron, we are from the same church, why do we have to worry about so much?"

"Humph, I can see that you don't seriously implement my Lord's oracle. Every gold coin you miss is a disrespect to your soul and life."

Myron took out another gold coin from his bosom and sniffed it. "If I hadn't smelled that there might be an opportunity to make a lot of money by coming to pick you up this time, I wouldn't have come."

"What kind of money can we make on the return trip?" Bernie muttered, but in a low voice, and pointed to the storage box on the nail plate.

"There are poor people inside. Take them back to the land. I have already notified the Kingdom of Lanxi. They will come to claim the dead. I'll leave it to you."

Phil Gray and Eli also stood nearby, mainly because they wanted to see with their own eyes that the corpses could be successfully brought back to land by Gold Coin No. 9.

"Okay, didn't you tell me? I know, I will complete the mission!" Myron patted his chest, "You don't trust the captain of our No. 9, but you still don't trust me? My observance of trust is just like my love for gold coins."

"Good, good, I know you have put the oracle into practice very well!" Bernie laughed.

Phil Gray felt relieved only after watching the crew of Gold Coin No. 9 carry away all the storage boxes containing the corpses.

He apologized to Bernie and hurried back to his room.

Because as the last box was transported to Gold Coin No. 9, he felt a cold power of death flowing through his body.

It seems that we are going to advance!