I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

"What are you doing here?" Morris walked forward and looked at Tracy with a gloomy face. What was his nephew's plan?

"Uncle, I'm here to apologize to His Royal Highness the Holy Son." Tracy forced these words out of his mouth. He felt as if his face was being burned on a stove, which made his stubbornness and persistence from yesterday a joke.

"Oh?" Morris's expression eased a little. He patted Tracy on the shoulder and said, "I hope His Royal Highness can forgive your rudeness yesterday."

Phil Gray was teasing the Night in his arms. The cat ate too much yesterday and ate two pieces of fish sent by the city lord in one go. It seemed that it had not digested the food yet and was yawning lazily.

"Your Highness, I apologize to you. I was wrong yesterday. I hope you can forgive me." Tracy walked over accompanied by Morris, lowered her head, and said sincerely.

"I hope you can pay attention to your words and deeds in the future. You not only represent yourself, but also the Church of the Dawn. You are the bishop's nephew and should set a good example. The virtues of the sun are not impulsive, irritable and arrogant, but humble, enthusiastic and friendly." Phil Gray said. He accepted this guy's apology for the sake of Bishop Morris.

"...Yes, I will keep your teachings in mind." Tracy said word by word. Although he couldn't see his eyes, Phil Gray could still feel his suppressed dissatisfaction. But it didn't matter. If he committed crimes again in the future, I'm afraid even Bishop Morris would not be able to protect him.

After Tracy left, their carriage started moving and slowly moved along the gravel road.

Only the middle and upper classes in the city knew what happened at the banquet yesterday, but many people still stopped to watch the bishop and the city lord's outing.

Ordinary people looked curiously at the young people sitting in the back seat of the car, guessing their true identities.

"Your Highness, please allow me to apologize again for Tracy's disrespect to you." Morris sighed, "You may also be curious, I am already seventy years old, why is my nephew only around twenty years old."

Phil Gray didn't notice anything wrong with this. He asked curiously, "Is there something hidden?"

"Tracy is not my biological nephew. His father was a good friend of mine many years ago. He was also a pastor of the Dawn Divine Church and a young and promising one favored by God at the time. His mother was also a favored one of the Daytime Prophet. The couple had a high reputation in the church. Unfortunately..."

Morris paused for a moment and continued, "A family was attacked by evil spirits, and the church sent us to deal with them. However, the evil spirits were too powerful, and the couple sacrificed their lives to eliminate the evil spirits, leaving behind Tracy, a child who was less than one year old."

"You later adopted him?"

"No, I gave him to my sister in the countryside. My sister and her husband have been married for more than ten years and have no children. She is just the right person to take care of him. I had too many church affairs at the time and was single without a wife, so I was not suitable to take care of him." Morris shook his head. "My sister doted on him too much, which led to his domineering personality. He had been living in the countryside before, and only became a God-favored person in recent months. I sent him to a church school. He probably took a leave yesterday to attend the dinner."

"I see." Phil Gray nodded. He said that the current nobles and those favored by God could not be so stupid.

However, Tracy's parents were both heroes who sacrificed their lives for the Church of the Dawn, so it was understandable that the bishop took better care of them.

While chatting, we arrived at the square in the center of the city. It was a large circular open space with a huge statue of the White Day Prophet placed in the middle.

The statue looks a bit old, but it is cleaned by a priest every day and there is not a trace of dust.

The giant eye of the Day Prophet, the sun, is coated with a layer of gold powder, reflecting brilliant light under the sunlight.

They stopped the car, got out and said a brief prayer, then continued on their way.

There were many shops on both sides of the street, and it was very busy, but their main purpose today was to go to the ruins left by the God of Life, so they did not stay in these shops for long.

"We're here. That's a relic left behind by the God of Life. Our two churches, Dawn and Life, have always been on good terms. We protect this relic very well, and followers of Life often come to visit." Morris pointed to a fenced courtyard in front of him. His eyes were mainly on the blond man next to the Son of God, this follower of Life.

Phil Gray was a little surprised that the ruins would look like this.

The fenced courtyard in front of me is no different from a small courtyard in the countryside. Wild flowers and weeds are growing wildly, and small orange flowers are blooming on the fence.

The enclosure is made up of three wooden houses, which do look old, with some being blackened and cracked.

"Every year we invite people from the Church of Life to come and do some maintenance, using divine power to keep the wooden house going. But just as life will eventually come to an end, this place has been here for more than a thousand or several hundred years, and in a while, it will completely disappear," Morris sighed.

"I feel the breath of God, although it is very weak." Eli closed his eyes, and a circle of light green light appeared on his body.

"Come in and take a look," said Morris, pushing open the door of the hut.

The door panel may fall down at any time.

"It is said that when the God of Life came to visit the human world, he stayed here for one night. Overnight, the wasteland was covered with flowers and green grass, and all kinds of small animals rushed here." Eli said, "I have heard the legend of this place a long time ago."

There was only a simple wooden bed in the cabin, covered with moss.

"Wait, what's under the bed?" Phil Gray looked around and noticed something under the bed. Was it some debris?

Will someone leave debris in the "scenic area"?

Eli squatted down, and Bishop Morris looked over curiously.

"No, this is, a person?"

Eli said in disbelief.

what?

As they were talking, something under the bed moved. After some rustling sounds, a man dressed as a homeless man crawled out.

His body was covered with scars, his hair was disheveled, and his face was covered in dirt, so his original appearance could not be seen clearly.

"Who are you? Why are you under the bed?" Morris frowned. How could anyone sleep in such a dilapidated ruin? They had clearly sent a priest to check it every day to prevent anyone from vandalizing it.

What's more, the environment here is extremely fragile and requires divine power to maintain. The life followers who come to visit dare not stay for long.

"I... I'm scared of zombies! There are zombies outside!" The homeless man shouted in panic and was about to run away, but was restrained by Steven to prevent him from destroying the ruins.