I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

"Of course, I have some friends who are also the goddess's followers. Some of them have the skill of making food have a sense of music. When diners taste the bread he made, they can hear the sound of raindrops hitting the wheat. When they taste the sausage he made, they can hear the grunting of piglets..." Before Marcus finished speaking, Patrick laughed out loud, thinking it was so interesting.

"The skills of our church's followers can be roughly divided into two categories. One category is related to the goddess's authority over harvest, which is mostly about making crops have better harvests and grow faster. It is similar to some of the skills of the Church of Life. After all, the goddess is a subordinate god of the God of Life.

One category is related to food, which is also divided into two types. One is the directly generated ability, such as our current Pope, whose ability is to use divine power to create some delicious food, such as fresh fish, sweet fruits, and various cheeses and breads.

His ability is very popular because there are very few followers who can directly generate various types of food. Usually they can only generate one kind of food, and the quality is very high.

The other is the ability to change food, such as the friend who makes food musical, and my skill. In short, they are all skills that can make food more fragrant, tender, sweeter, or change the color and shape of food. These skills can allow people to enjoy different food experiences. "Marcus talked a lot, his eyebrows were flying, until he smelled a hint of burning, "Oh, can't say more..."

"This guy may be too lonely. He is stationed in this plantation under the order of the church. There are no nobles on this island. His asking price is too high, so generally no one comes to eat." Eli explained with a smile.

"It's not expensive at all, you get what you pay for!" came a protesting voice from the kitchen.

Phil Gray wrote a few words cryptically on the table. Although he had just concealed a lot of key information, he still said a lot about himself. He didn't expect that the chef was still eavesdropping on their conversation.

"Don't worry, the only things they hear are compliments on their cooking skills. They're not interested in or paying attention to anything else," Eli said softly.

"That's good." Phil Gray reflected on himself and decided to find a secluded place to talk about things next time.

They began to talk about some rumors they had heard from various churches and legends left by the gods.

During this period, Marcus continued to serve delicious food, including cream fish, fruit soup, lobster salad, roast quail, etc. Each dish was served with special utensils, and crystal and silver brought out the characteristics of each dish.

"These are specially made for those favored by the gods. Eating them can promote the recovery of divine power and strengthen the soul and physical fitness." Marcus introduced. He took out a few more cups. They were small and exquisite, with beautiful colors and textures. The shapes were very strange, but so beautiful, like a work of art. Phil Gray was attracted by them, but he couldn't tell what they were made of for a while.

"Come, you can't taste the fine wine without this cup," said Marcus.

"What's this cup?" asked Phil Gray.

"Nautilus cup. The Nautilus has complex and beautiful patterns and designs. It can change color with the light and temperature. And because of its unique structure, it is very convenient to refill the cup. Come on, I'll lend it to you tonight."

Then, he placed a few more bottles of wine on the table. His careful look made them feel the preciousness of these bottles of wine.

"Okay, thank you Marcus, would you like to have dinner with us? Enjoy the delicious food you made yourself?" Eli invited.

"Don't think you can pay me less for the ingredients just because I ate them myself." Marcus curled his lips but still sat opposite them.

"Of course. Am I a poor guy in your eyes?" Eli asked helplessly.

They drank and chatted together until the early hours of the morning, when they went to the second floor to rest at Marcus's arrangement.

As soon as the light of morning sun penetrated the foggy glass, Phil Gray was awakened by a burst of laughter.

He got out of bed and saw some girls in green dresses passing by in groups. They were carrying baskets filled with freshly picked strawberries and grapes.

After a simple wash, he opened the door and said goodbye to Marcus and the owner of the garden with Eli.

"Yesterday's meal cost three hundred gold coins, my God!" Patrick exclaimed when he heard them talking, and he also saw that Eli actually took out enough gold coins.

"This is the income I earned from growing flowers in the plantation these days. Boss, you see how good I am at making money, but I only ask you for such a small salary when I stay with you."

Walking out of the plantation, Eli smiled and brought Snowflake to him, touching the horse's soft fur.

"Well, when your cousin returns to the Vatican, he will let you be an archbishop. This will not only mean meaningless money, but also power beyond the world." Patrick pouted.

"Meaningless? I don't think that's what you think in your heart? Poor guy?" Eli teased.

"Shut up! I'm now worth far more than you..." Patrick snorted.

Phil Gray watched them playing and smiled, feeling that time was much better.

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Back at the Jonas Plantation, Eli first made some picky choices, then enthusiastically helped Patrick and Edith plan the crops to be planted everywhere, and also provided some seeds.

Eli seemed very pleased with Edith, and instead of mocking Patrick in front of her, he spoke well of the so-called fool.

"Boss, second brother, didn't you tell us before to keep an eye on the Dawn Church on this island? We made some inquiries and found out that there is indeed a Dawn Church on the west coast. Several priests were beaten to death by a group of unidentified people and the church was burned down. I really admire those people. They are braver than us pirates! But what's strange is that such a long time has passed, and the Dawn Church has not sent anyone to investigate and hold them accountable. Such a big church doesn't mind being slapped in the face?" Colin walked over and reported to the people who were discussing the plantation plan.

"Huh? Didn't Caroline go there?" Eli asked confusedly.

"Yes, Gold Coin No. 3 should have arrived at the island earlier than us. I don't know if Caroline was swallowed by that strange church just like what the Eye of Destiny saw. Now that we know the location, let's rush over as soon as possible to find out the situation." Phil Gray frowned.

"Okay, let's leave now."

Several people nodded, and Edith even wanted to follow. She said, "Colin, you take care of the plantation here. I'll go over with them to take a look."

"Okay, Boss!" Colin patted his chest. "When you come back, you will definitely see a brand new Jonas Plantation. Oh no, it's Edith Plantation!"