I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

At dinner time, Phil Gray told Wilder that the bishop was scheduled to go to the outskirts of the city to distribute white stones in two days, and he had to be there in person, which might take a day.

"Why do we have to go to the suburbs? Can't we do it in the square?" A hint of doubt flashed in Wilder's eyes.

“There are people distributing food in the square, mainly to people in the slums of North City. Bishop Dominic is in charge of that area, while Bishop Wendel and I are going to the outskirts of the city.

It takes about a morning to get from the main city to the suburbs. There are farmers outside the city. Bishop Wendel said that it would be hard for them to rush to the main city and then take the white stone back, so a pick-up point was set up in the suburbs. And in order to show my concern for them, it would be better for me to rush there. "Phil Gray explained.

"Okay, I'll go with you." Wilde bowed.

Phil Gray didn't know what the temperature was like here in winter, but the autumn temperature was almost approaching that of winter in the northern temperate zone on Earth.

I think winter will be even colder.

But what is the use of this white stone? Is it similar to coal?

Two days passed quickly.

Phil Gray boarded the carriage early. The driver was Lussen Wilder. Bishop Wendel was in another carriage. They were escorted by a dozen knights of the Knights of Destiny.

Occasionally he would lift the curtain and look outside.

The streets in this world are very clean, and there are many shops along the way. It looks very prosperous, but as you get further away from the main urban area, some dilapidated houses begin to appear.

Whenever he passed by, passers-by on both sides would stop and praise the God of Destiny and the greatness of the Holy See, and many people would also praise him as the Pope.

Phil Gray couldn't help but sigh that he had never been treated like this before.

Although he was curious, he couldn't keep lifting the curtain as this would undermine the Pope's dignity.

But it was too boring in the carriage, so luckily I brought a book "A Brief History of the Church of Destiny".

Phil Gray never missed any opportunity or time to understand the world, because he knew that although he was now the Pope, this identity made it more difficult for him to hide himself.

Once discovered, being burned to death is the best outcome.

Just after he finished reading the glorious deeds of successive popes, Lussen Wilder reminded him that it was time.

He got off the carriage and saw Bishop Wendel's kind smile. "Your Holiness, the team transporting the white stones has already arrived and has started distributing them."

"Okay." Phil Gray walked over.

He saw that the priests had set up five or six tables, and there was a pile of white stones in the open space behind them. Was this the white stone?

The white stones were not only large, but also numerous, stretching for about ten meters.

He couldn't help but wonder how these things were transported here. After all, there were no trucks here, and he had never seen a large number of horse-drawn carriages transporting goods.

But he didn't dare to ask and could only suppress his curiosity.

There were a lot of people coming to collect them, forming a long line that stretched as far as the eye could see. There were old and young, some in ragged clothes, and some carrying farm tools and baskets on their backs.

When they saw Phil Gray coming over, they knelt down in uneven positions, some of them kowtowed continuously, and cried bitterly to thank the Vatican and the Pope.

These should all be believers of the God of Destiny, but it doesn’t matter whether they are or not. The Vatican doesn’t care whether they believe in God because they want to get something. It just wants to show the Vatican’s kindness and mercy.

The gods are high up in the sky, but they live in reality.

However, the current Pope from Earth has never seen such a scene.

Phil Gray could hardly maintain the smile on his face. He hurriedly asked them to get up and sang praises to the God of Destiny. He said that the gods would be watching over them and that if anyone needed help, they could go directly to the Vatican for help.

There was another round of praise and thanks.

Phil Gray felt increasingly guilty.

He always said one thing, but in his heart he did not have much agreement with the God of Fate.

The wind was strong on the outskirts of the city. After His Holiness the Pope personally distributed a few white stones, Bishop Wendell had a tent set up and asked Phil Gray to rest there.

Phil Gray was still thinking about the feeling of the white stone he had just touched. It was smooth, like a pebble, but he didn't know how hard it was.

According to several farmers who came to collect them, these were indeed meant for burning.

It seems that Bai Shi is the energy of this world.

After entering the tent with Lusen Wilder, Phil Gray sat down with some sigh. The tent was equipped with carpets, tables and chairs, and there was some food on the table.

Phil Gray sat there until almost evening. Just as he was about to go see if the money had been distributed, he heard a woman crying outside. He could only vaguely hear her shouting, "…Your Holiness! Please let me see His Holiness! Save my child!"

Lusen Wilder went out to check and brought back a woman holding a child. She was disheveled and had been crying.

As soon as she came in, she knelt on the ground and said, "Your Holiness, please save my child."

Phil Gray motioned for Wilder to help her up and asked, "What happened to your child?"

"There is a curse in my family. Every week, one of the family members will have some red patches on his face and bleed to death at night. My husband is dead, and my eldest son and daughter are also dead. I only have this youngest son left. Please, save us." The woman said in a mournful voice.

So terrible? Phil Gray frowned, but he was a fake pope, and he didn't know how to be exposed to this curse. And it sounded like it might not be a curse, but some kind of infectious disease?

"Have you seen a doctor?"

The woman and Lu Sien Wilder were both stunned. Lu Sien Wilder reacted and said to the woman, "His Holiness the Pope wants to ask you if you have consulted a priest from the Vatican or someone from the Church of Life."

It turns out that there are no doctors in this world. Phil Gray is a little embarrassed, but fortunately Wilder is there.

"I found our Vatican's priest, but he said the curse was too strong and only the Pope could break it. Only you can change the fate of this child, please!" The woman began to kowtow, and the child in her arms began to cry.

"Okay, okay, I'm willing to help you, but how exactly should I do it?" asked Phil Gray.

"All you have to do is stroke his forehead and sing the hymn of destiny," said the woman.

There was a glimmer of surprise in Phil Gray's eyes. What effect would this have?

Besides, he doesn’t know how to sing hymns. Isn’t this making things difficult for him?

However, he still took the child from the woman's hands. There were indeed some red spots on the child's face, but they did not look serious.

What if it was an infectious disease? Phil Gray was a little hesitant. To be honest, he didn't want to put his hand on it.

But before he could think about it, he saw the face of the baby in his arms suddenly became ferocious, and then turned into a bloody mouth, biting quickly towards his neck!

"what!"