I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

There was silence for a moment, and everyone seemed to be in deep thought.

One woman asked: "Can ordinary people participate?"

The leader shook his head and said, "I forgot to mention it. I suggest that ordinary people don't participate. I can't guarantee your safety."

She said "Oh" regretfully and focused her gaze on the others, as if trying to tell which one was the one favored by God from their expressions.

Most of the apostates here were first-level gods, and there were not many of them. They discussed with each other in a low voice, and Phil Gray could see the conflicted expressions on the faces of a few of them.

Mrs. Dean and Mr. Allen didn't say anything, and it was not known whether they would participate or not.

"Today's main topic is this. If you don't want to participate, you can just leave." The leader calmly waited for everyone to make a decision.

People began to leave and the basement grew darker, until only Phil Gray, Patrick, Mrs. Dean, Mr. Allen and a slovenly-looking man with long hair were left, who had been squatting in a corner during the meeting and whom Phil Gray had never noticed before.

"Yes, we are quite familiar with each other," Mrs. Dean said with a smile.

Phil Gray also nodded. The only person he didn't recognize was the long-haired man.

"I was surprised that you guys stayed. I didn't want any of you to join, but I can't change the headquarters' decision." The leader said, looking at Phil Gray and Patrick, "I forgot to ask you before, what are your names?"

Indeed, for a leader at the divine revelation level, these first and second level followers are just like small shrimps, and they will only be a drag if they go there.

But how could I refuse a gift from God?

"My name is Kane and his name is Milu," Phil Gray introduced.

"Okay." He looked at Patrick again, "Blessing level?"

Patrick nodded, "Yes."

"Okay." He patted their shoulders.

"I wonder if we can bring two companions with us? Our level is relatively low, and those two companions are of high level. If they join, I think this activity will be smoother." Phil Gray asked tentatively.

The leader pondered for a moment and said, "Of course you can." He looked at them with hawk-like eyes, "But you can't reveal this news to anyone else."

"Okay." Phil Gray nodded, somewhat unexpectedly. It seemed that this leader trusted them too much. However, he should be confident in his own strength. With the strength of divine revelation level, he would have nothing to fear even if he brought the Knights of the Vatican.

"Gather at the city gate at noon tomorrow." The leader turned around and said loudly, "I don't mind you bringing guards and servants, but you can't spread this news. When you get to the place, you must obey my command. If you act without authorization, I will send you to the arms of the gods."

"Ok."

"Ok."

Everyone nodded.

"Is it the ruins between Dur City and Guk City?" The long-haired man who had been silent on the side suddenly asked.

"How did you know?" The leader turned his head and the others looked at him.

Phil Gray used the light to see the long-haired man clearly.

Half of his face was covered by his long black and white hair, leaving only some wrinkles on his face. He seemed to be quite old, and judging from his voice, he was about fifty or sixty years old.

"Apart from this relic, I can't think of where the God of Destiny has been in Dur City." The long-haired man smiled, and a flower bloomed on half of his face.

"Only a few books have ever recorded this relic, and even then there are only a few words about it. The fact that you know about it is beyond my expectation." The leader's eyes were filled with admiration.

"As a scholar pursuing knowledge, ignorance in any aspect is shameful." Mr. Long Hair did not feel proud because of the admiring looks of the crowd. Instead, he said it calmly.

"Are you the one favored by Manzo, the god of knowledge and wisdom?" Mrs. Dean exclaimed.

"Yes." Mr. Long Hair nodded.

This god of knowledge and wisdom is indeed very picky. He chooses his followers not only from his devout followers, but also from extremely wise people, according to legend. How can a stupid person represent a wise god? How can he fulfill the god's motto and search for knowledge and wisdom in thousands of ancient books?

The church composed of his followers is called the Light of Wisdom, but it is more of an academic organization than a church. Like the Commercial Church, it has no Pope. According to them, knowledge and wisdom are the Pope, and no one can be above knowledge and wisdom. The Light of Wisdom has only one leader, called the Prophet.

“When I was young, I didn’t believe in the God of Wisdom, nor the God’s Favored One. As for which god to believe in, now that I’m standing here with you, I’m sure you all know it. Hehe, in fact, anyone can become a God’s Favored One. The key is whether you choose the god that suits you.” The long-haired man laughed again, but others didn’t seem to agree with his idea and looked weird.

Phil Gray began to think about it.

"Go back and get ready. Arrive on time. I won't wait for you after noon," the leader warned again.

"Ok."

Watching the leader and the others walking away, Phil Gray looked at the long-haired man who had not yet left, "Your idea is very interesting. What is your name?"

"Just call me Dwyer." He laughed again. "Do you think what I just said is right? Over the years, you are the only one who has not been dismissive of this theory."

"Aren't you right?" Phil Gray asked again.

"Of course that's not right. Their theory is that the gods chose us, and we became the gods' favored ones under the guidance of the gods, right? And what about my logic just now?"

"Your logic just now is that we choose the beliefs and gods that suit us," Phil Gray muttered to himself. Previously, he stood in the mindset of an earthling and naturally did not think there was anything wrong, but now it seems... "What you meant just now is that it is not the gods who choose us, but we who choose the gods?"

"That's why you said I was wrong. Just think of me as a person who has gone crazy from reading too much and said nonsense." Dwyer's long hair covered half of his face, but his eyes were extremely clear.

"Nonsense is true, but I guess many people here are already the true reflection of this nonsense." He smiled and shook his head again, his arm passing through the dark basement, the light flickered, and he didn't know where to look.

"Don't listen to his nonsense. For a family like ours that has a complicated relationship with the Vatican, if we don't believe in the God of Destiny, which god can we believe in?" Patrick shouted from the side.

"Oh?" Dwyer looked at him inquiringly.

Patrick also realized that he had said something wrong and looked at him in silence.

Fortunately, Mrs. Dean and Mr. Allen had already left, and now they were the only ones left.

"We used to be members of a family in the Church of Destiny. Later, we were persecuted by other church officials and joined the apostates." Phil Gray explained calmly, which made Patrick, who was a little panicked, feel relieved.