I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

"Grow it again?" Eli stood up. "Well, other gods' favored ones may not be able to do this at the attention level, but fortunately I can."

"Really?" Patrick and Ernest looked at him in surprise.

"Of course, as you all know, I love flowers and have cultivated quite a few." Eli conjured up a white flower of destiny and placed it on the table. "Actually, this is all because of a special ability the God of Life gave me - Flower Tribute. When I cultivate flowers, I can use this ability to randomly give them a unique effect."

"For example, the flower I used when I participated in the competition brought back youth. Of course, such high-quality special effects are only a minority. Most flowers have extremely limited effects." Eli shrugged.

"What does this have to do with curing his leg?" Patrick asked puzzled.

Eli looked like he didn't want to bother with the idiot.

"Two years ago, I cultivated a flower that could regenerate severed limbs. The effect was so amazing that I had to rest for a few days because I had exhausted my divine power."

"Are the flowers still there now?" asked Phil Gray.

"Of course I have. Flowers with this kind of effect should be carried with me at all times, just in case I need them someday." Eli said proudly, his hands resting on the table.

"That's great. Come on, let's go back to the room and treat his leg." Patrick stood up excitedly, attracting the attention of people around him.

"Well, there's no problem with using flowers for treatment, but," Eli looked Patrick up and down, raised the corner of his mouth, "You need to meet one request of mine."

"Huh? What's your request?" Patrick looked at him warily, feeling that his eyes held some ill intentions.

"Look, stand there and shout three times: I'm a pauper! I'm a fool!" Eli looked at him proudly and pointed at the door of the tavern.

"Huh, are you childish?" Patrick was speechless.

But he saw Phil Gray and Ernest looking at him eagerly.

"Well, I really admire you. God of Fate, please make this guy's fate more unexpected." Patrick muttered to himself as he walked slowly towards the door of the tavern.

After shouting three times as Eli said, all the guests in the tavern laughed at him, and some people even came to watch the fun outside the tavern.

Patrick covered his face in embarrassment, but suddenly remembered that he was wearing a mask. As if he suddenly came to his senses, he proudly put his hands behind his back and raised his head.

Phil Gray was helpless, "Mr. Eli, can this be treated now?"

"of course."

They went to Ernest's room.

There was a white box in Eli's hand. When he opened the box, there was a fluorescent yellow flower.

"That's it. Eat this flower and your legs will grow back. Oh, but it will take time, maybe three days or five days. During this time you have to stay in bed and can't move."

Ernest hesitated, "But I have to protect the Pope... um," considering that Eli didn't know the identity of His Holiness the Pope, he looked at Phil Gray.

Phil Gray patted him on the shoulder and said, "Just call me boss like you usually do with Eli. It's okay. We are safe now. You don't have to worry."

Eli raised an eyebrow, "Although I don't know your level, but aren't you causing trouble for the boss? Besides, the boss has me to protect him now."

Although Eli's words were not pleasant to hear, they did make sense. Besides, only by regaining his strength could he protect His Holiness the Pope.

Ernest nodded and took the flowers.

"The vitality required to grow a leg is enormous. This flower is not enough. We also need growth fluid. Didn't you get a few bottles of growth fluid that day? Just drink one bottle a day. Come back to me if it's not enough."

"Huh? Can't the growth fluid only be used to grow flowers?" Patrick asked curiously.

"Of course not, it has many uses, you will see them in the future." Eli shook his head.

After watching Ernest take the flower and drink the growth solution, they left and returned to their respective rooms.

"Don't worry, cousin. I've asked Gene to take care of him these days. His ability as a professional butler is unquestionable." Patrick said with a smile.

Phil Gray ruffled his fluffy red short hair. "Okay, how is it? Can we contact the family?"

"It still doesn't work. I contact him every day, but it's no use." Patrick was dejected.

Phil Gray pulled his right hand over and looked at the damaged mark on his index finger. "Don't be too anxious. You should know the strength of the Gray family. They may be in a stalemate now. There will be news after a while."

"Of course I know, but I'm still a little worried. Wendell has the Holmes family behind him. His brother is the patriarch of the Holmes family and will definitely help him. Valk Dodd and the Foster family have always been on good terms. They will definitely unite to target our family."

Phil Gray didn't know what kind of family forces the Destiny Cult had. He only understood some of them after listening to Patrick's words. However, "This is not what we should think about now. You have to trust your father. When they stabilize over there, they will definitely give us news."

"Uh-huh."

"I want to go to the trade fair later. I'll go by myself, so you don't have to follow me."

"Ah? Why? You went out by yourself again." Patrick was a little dissatisfied, mainly because he was worried about his cousin's safety.

"This is a secret. Don't worry. I will be back soon. I will go to the last trade fair. If I am not back before dawn, you can look for me again."

Phil Gray mainly wanted to go to the trade fair to see if the man who sold the skull last time had something like the Right Hand of the Dead. That man was the Favored One of the God of Death, and he must know a lot about how to collect such things. After all, he could only find this one Favored One of the God of Death.

Of course, Patrick couldn't know all this.

Following the same route as last time, Phil Gray soon arrived at the store opened by the Commercial Church.

He pushed the door open and saw the proprietress talking to another person.

The man was wearing a black cloak, so his face couldn't be seen. He raised his hand, and there was a pink bubble pattern embroidered on the cuff. Phil Gray was a little curious and wanted to take a closer look, but he didn't expect that the man left when he saw him come in.

The proprietress walked towards him with a smile, "Welcome, is there anything you need?"

"I'm going to the evening fair."

"Okay, please follow me."

Phil Gray entered the trade fair following exactly the same procedure as last time. The trade fair was a bit quiet tonight and there were not many people.

He noticed the skull on the table at a glance, but he didn't expect that it had not been sold yet.

"Hello, do you have the deceased's right hand?" Phil Gray walked forward and asked directly.

"The right hand of a dead man?" The follower of the God of Death thought for a moment, "I don't have it now, but I can get it for you."

This guy wouldn't kill someone on the spot to take his hand, would he?

"Well, I want the deceased to be a god-favored person of a fairly high level, or an ordinary person with some special skills that require the use of hands." Phil Gray added, "The hands must be complete, with skin and flesh, not just bones."

"Of course, no problem. You are also the one favored by the God of Death, right?"

"It is."

"Well, then what do you think of this skull? He was a god-level figure when he was alive. If I weren't short of money, I wouldn't sell it." He started selling his own skull again.

"Oh, no thanks. How many days can it take you to get it?"