I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

"Hey, how could that be? She wasn't as hesitant as you when she attacked those noble ladies." Eli looked into his eyes again, "So what? Do you still want me to help you?"

"No, I'll do it myself." Phil Gray made up his mind. In order to improve his strength as quickly as possible, this didn't matter. He would have to kill his enemies with his own hands in the future. It was even more impossible for him to let his companions do it for him just because he felt bad about it.

Phil Gray took the dagger.

"This dagger is bloodless. Considering your special hobby, I'll give it to you as a gift from my supply boss." Eli folded his hands behind his head, with a teasing look in his eyes.

"I don't have any special hobbies." Phil Gray was speechless, although the rebuttal was so weak.

Arriving at the cemetery, Eli strolled around casually. Phil Gray had already cut off the woman's hand at the door. Now he dug a hole behind the last row of tombstones and buried the rest of the woman's body. He also put a flower in the hole, which of course was donated by Eli.

"what is this flower?"

Phil Gray asked casually.

"Flamingo, true and eternal love, a love that is unforgettable until death." Eli's voice blew through the cemetery with the wind, and the pink petals stretched out their bodies.

Although we don't know what happened later, this woman's first half of her life was really pitiful. Anna in the book was able to meet the carpenter who was waiting for her again 20 years after her marriage, but she could only see the corpse of her beloved.

With a sigh, Phil Gray and Eli rushed to the Cathedral of Life again.

"What's going on? Have those ladies woken up?"

Phil Gray pushed the door open and saw Morey sitting there in a daze, and Patrick talking excitedly to Ernest.

"Cousin? You're back so soon?" Patrick stood up in surprise.

"The ladies have all woken up and are in very good spirits. They said they felt like they had a beautiful dream about love, but they no longer liked the imaginary little carpenter," Patrick continued.

"So what is Captain Morey worried about?"

"Is this matter really over? I always feel that recent events are too weird. This woman is determined to die, and her motives are still unclear. Add to that the bloody disaster that happened before..." Morey rubbed his temple, seeming a little worried.

Indeed, first the Bloody Disaster replaced the Flower of Life, and then the Dream Cult deceived those who were favored by God. These two things happened within just a few days, which was almost a fantasy in the previous city of Dur.

In short, there is a feeling that a storm is about to come.

"How's the investigation into the Bloody Disaster going?" asked Phil Gray.

"The bishop is investigating, but he hasn't found any clues. He's checking the people inside the Church of Life recently. The Flower of Life couldn't have been successfully replaced without the help of the people inside." Morey said, and then looked at Eli, "You were the first place winner of the flower exhibition that day, right?"

Eli gave a look of course.

Morey smiled.

"You are really promising young men. Thank you today. Although this matter has not been thoroughly investigated, your reward will not be less." As he spoke, Morey had a large bag of gold coins in his hand and handed it to Phil Gray.

Phil Gray felt unworthy, as if they had not played much of a role, and the task was too simple.

"If there are other discoveries later, I may have to trouble you again."

"No problem. We are in the hotel in the center of Peony District, called the Dotz Hotel. There is a tavern on the ground floor. You can come and have a few drinks when you are free." Phil Gray took the gold coins with a smile and put them into the space.

"it is good."

On the way back, Patrick was very excited, "Now we don't have to worry about gold coins."

"Sorry, I want to say that I may need these gold coins to buy some things, and I can't guarantee how much money will be left." Phil Gray said.

"Of course, you're the boss, and you have control over the money. I have no problem with that, but you can't not pay me the twenty bucks a month."

Ernest said, "All my gold coins are yours, I have no objection."

What a good knight of mine, Phil Gray smiled, and then turned his gaze to Patrick.

"I, that's fine with me, but cousin, you should leave some for our rent and food expenses!" Patrick looked at him cautiously.

"Of course, give it."

Phil Gray handed twenty and fifty gold coins to Eli and Patrick respectively.

A burst of cheerful singing suddenly rang out in the carriage.

After returning to the hotel and having a simple dinner, Phil Gray went back to his room.

He took out the woman's right hand and placed it on the table. The fair and delicate palm had not rotted because it was stored in the space stone.

He gathered his divine power into his right hand and said slowly, "Right Hand of the Dead!"

The black divine light continued to be input into the woman's palm, and her palm changed visibly to the naked eye. In less than a moment, only a white glove was left on the table.

The introduction of the gloves appeared in front of him. "They come from the hands of the God of Dreams. Although illusions are hard to become true, they can always deceive those who are sensitive to them. Wearing them can create illusions. The duration of the illusion depends on the subject's mind, level, and experience."

He put on the glove and found that it was neither too big nor too small, just the right size for his right hand.

"Not bad, not bad. I wonder how effective it is?" Phil Gray smiled. However, now was not the time to experiment. He could only look for another opportunity.

Let’s call this glove Daydream. Considering the skill the woman released before she died, this should be it.

If other people wear these gloves, will they have the same effect? ​​I'll try it out when I have a chance, he thought.

"I wonder if that guy at the trade fair can get some powerful hands..." Phil Gray thought as he gradually fell asleep.

Have a good night's sleep.

A group of birds, unafraid of the cold winter, perched on the windowsill of the hotel, singing in the morning sunshine.

"Cousin, I have something to tell you."

The banging on the door woke Phil Gray from his sleep.

He opened his sleepy eyes and opened the door. "What's the matter?"

"I contacted the family last night," Patrick said excitedly.

"What's going on?" Phil Gray poured a cup of hot water.

The mist filled the blue eyes.

"Father said that the Holmes family behind Wendell was indeed involved in the search for you. Now they want to support Wendell to become Pope. The Foster family also intends to favor them. Bishop Dominic, on the other hand, remains neutral and seems to support your return, cousin." Patrick said it all in one breath, looking a little anxious.