I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

Phil Gray looked over and saw that the person who was speaking was a fat man who was gnawing on the meat on the plate. His mouth was greasy and there was disdain on his face.

"Really? Let me see. Oh, you are indeed more suitable to win the first place in the flower show than me, because you yourself are the best nourishment for flowers." The man in the suit looked him up and down and showed a charming smile, but with a dangerous aura.

He snapped his fingers casually.

Red flowers suddenly grew on the fat man's face and arms. The flowers tore his skin and blood flowed down.

"Ahhh, what's going on?" The fat man fell to the ground in pain, howling like a pig being slaughtered.

The tavern also became a commotion, and the ladies who had previously looked loving were now only filled with fear.

"It's just a little magic trick, don't be afraid." The man in the suit snapped his fingers again, and the flowers growing on the man's face and arms disappeared.

The fat man struggled to get up, staggered open the door of the pub and ran out.

"I wonder if anyone would be willing to give me a little financial support?" the man in the suit said with a smile.

The ladies and ladies remained silent, and some guests even left quietly.

"Is he also a person favored by God?" Phil Gray asked in a low voice.

"Well, he looks like a person favored by the God of Life. I can't see his level, he should be higher than me. However, people favored by God are generally not allowed to use their abilities in front of ordinary people. I don't know how he dares to use it so openly." Patrick looked solemn.

"Aren't you saying you're doing magic?" Phil Gray laughed.

But he soon stopped laughing, because his divine power automatically gathered in his eyes. His gaze was still directed at the man in the suit. A white light flashed in his icy blue eyes, and the "Eye of Destiny" actually activated by itself.

The river of fate began to flow, and a scene emerged before his eyes.

The man in a suit stood on a platform, surrounded by flowers. Behind him was a colorful backdrop with the words "Flower Exhibition of the God's Favored in Dur City" written on it.

Then an old man in a light green robe and holding a scepter handed him a pot of flowers. The flowers were so strange that they were blurred in this scene.

Then, he picked up the flowerpot like he was fascinated, chanting something loudly with a crazy look on his face. In an instant, blood oozes out of his body and he turns into a pool of blood. The old man in light green clothes is also horrified. Blood also begins to ooze out of his body and he stumbles to the stage.

The chaotic crowd, the struggling screams, and the blood covering the sky.

"Puff!" Phil Gray spat out a mouthful of blood, and his whole body seemed to be exhausted.

"Cousin! What's wrong with you?"

"Did this sir see anything?" The man in the suit came over and asked with a smile.

"I..." Phil Gray's vision began to blur and he passed out.

"cousin!"

"They didn't deserve this fate..."

"They didn't deserve this fate..."

The familiar divine voice rang in his ears again, and Phil Gray heard it more clearly this time. The voice was so pleasant that he couldn't help but indulge in it.

Until he heard the sound of two people arguing, "What did you do to my cousin?"

"Why are you biting me back? It's obvious that he was the one who wanted to use his divine power on me. I didn't do anything."

"Huh, then what are you doing here at our door?"

"I just want to know what he saw."

Phil Gray opened his eyes and saw Patrick and the man in the suit.

"You finally woke up, otherwise I would have no way to defend myself. Your cousin is really good at framing people." The man in the suit mocked.

"Do you still want to live?" Phil Gray asked lightly.

"What do you mean?" His expression changed.

"I am the one favored by the God of Destiny. I just saw your destiny."

"I know, but spying on other people's fate without their permission? No wonder you believers in the God of Fate are not welcomed by others."

"If you don't care about your own life or death, then just pretend I didn't say anything."

"Okay, I don't mind you using your divine power on me before, as long as you tell me what you saw?" The man in the suit produced a white flower in his hand, which was the flower of destiny.

"Well, flowers go with beauties." The man in the suit blinked.

"I spent my life force to see your future destiny, and you want to get rid of me with a flower?"

"what do you want?"

"I want you to sign a contract. As long as I really change your fate, you have to work for me for five years." Phil Gray said.

"I work for you? I'm a God-favored Person at the Attention Level, and I'm working for a guy at the Listening Level?"

"Believe it or not, from what I saw at the flower show, you must have gone there just for a pot of flowers, and it was a flower show for the gods."

The man in the suit finally looked serious, "Yes, what did you see?"

"You should be able to tell the difference between sacrificing five years of freedom and sacrificing a life, right?" Phil Gray asked.

The man in the suit laughed out loud, "Okay, I promise you."

Patrick's eyes sparkled. "Here, I happen to have a contract paper here. This is a fine product produced by the Eternal Church. If you violate the contract, you will be punished by the God of Time and Space."

"Humph, I'm certainly not a person who doesn't keep my word, but I want to know what you can see."

Both parties signed their names, and the name on the man in the suit was Eli.

"Mr. Eli, I saw you..." After Phil Gray received the contract, he told him in detail what he saw.

Eli's expression gradually became worse. He stood up and pushed the door open, his figure swaying a little, leaving only one sentence, "If what you said is okay, I will come to you to fulfill the contract."

"Cousin, how are you?" Patrick asked with concern.

"It's nothing. I've recovered. I lied to him about wasting my vitality."

"Cousin, you are amazing. Very few people in the Church have the ability to directly see the future destiny of others. Moreover, you can even see through the gods who are two levels higher than you. Really, I am jealous."

Patrick said excitedly.

"The skills we acquire should be used actively, right? But I don't know why, when I looked at him, the Eye of Destiny activated itself." Phil Gray frowned.

"I have never seen anything like this. Maybe it is God's arrangement?" Patrick thought for a moment and guessed.

"That's possible. By the way, to advance to the next level, do we need to complete another motto of God?" asked Phil Gray.

"Yes, cousin, but the words of God are not heard so quickly. You still need to pray devoutly and let God feel your gratitude for the abilities He has bestowed on you. Then God will feel your intentions and will hear you at a certain time."

“It was almost two years before I heard about it,” Patrick recalled.

"But, I just heard..."

"what?"

They didn't deserve this fate? Who was it?

Phil Gray mused.