I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

When George was tied to the gallows, all the people in the capital surrounded the square.

The once famous nobleman in the capital has now become a prisoner about to be hanged.

And all this stems from his own greed and disregard for life.

The king was not present in person, and the princess fainted from excessive grief.

"Your knight is not here. Did he go to the Duke's Palace?" Grant asked with a smile.

He had already guessed Ernest's identity.

"Yes, elder, I think we have to stay here for a few days," Phil Gray replied.

Family affection is even more precious to the knight who has wasted half his life. He wants to stay here for a few days so that Ernest can spend more time with his father.

“As for Elder Grant and Saint Vincent, if you are anxious to go back and deal with church affairs, please leave first and we will meet up later.”

Ge Lan pondered for a moment. "Counting the time it takes to get to the East Continent, I'll give you two months. If you haven't arrived at the Dawn Archbishopric in two months, we'll have to ask the Pope to come and greet you in person."

There were indeed many things waiting for him to deal with in the Dawn Church, and based on the information they exchanged, the events in Dur City were also related to the Dream Cult's creation of monsters, and must be reported to the Holy See, otherwise he would have to wait until Phil Gray left together.

This Holy Son really had to do it, Phil Gray didn't know whether to laugh or cry in his heart.

Seeing that the executioner was about to issue the order to hang George, Phil Gray suddenly remembered something. He said to Glenn apologetically, "I suddenly have a stomachache. You guys stay here and watch the execution. I'll leave for a while."

Grant nodded and turned his gaze back to George, who was standing in the square with a look of dejection on his face.

Eli and Patrick were confused. They certainly didn't believe Phil Gray's excuse and were a little curious.

Phil Gray hurriedly pushed through the crowd and hid in some secluded corner.

He almost forgot the advice given to him by the God of Destiny, to save the kingdom and change George's fate of ascending the throne.

Well, with George dead, his mission was complete.

It was almost exposed in front of Ge Lan and the Elder of Life.

Sure enough, white light appeared on his body. It seemed that George had been hanged at this moment.

The familiar divine power flows slowly in the body, as if in the arms of God, it is so warm and makes people nostalgic.

His body and soul were further strengthened at this moment, and he felt that his divine power was also replenished. If the divine power in his body was only enough for a small bowl in the past, now it could fill a large water tank.

"The fate of a kingdom is related to the fate of countless ordinary people. If cruelty and cold-bloodedness are in power, life and kindness will only be buried in bones and blood."

The voice of God also sounded at the right time, telling him that he had successfully completed God's motto.

As the gods' followers, their existence is to carry out the gods' will, so those who believe in life cure diseases, those who worship fate save fate, and believers in disasters and plague create trouble.

Once you complete the proverbs, you can naturally receive rewards from the gods.

Phil Gray released his divine power, and a white wall appeared in front of him.

This time, the god bestowed a defensive skill called the Wall of Destiny. As long as his divine power was not exhausted, the wall could be maintained in existence. However, the area and strength of the wall were also related to the divine power he possessed.

He retracted the wall so that it would not be discovered by common folk, and his divine power returned to its calm state.

It has reached a remarkable level. It seems that within a year, he will be able to fight his way back to the Vatican. Ha, the five-year agreement, they have underestimated the favor of the gods towards themselves.

Phil Gray was in a good mood and walked to his previous position with lighter steps.

"Cousin, you're back so soon?" Patrick asked in surprise. He thought his cousin had gone to do something secret and was still dragging the two elders here.

"Of course, I'm just going to the bathroom." Phil Gray smiled.

"Oh." Patrick looked disappointed.

"Okay, we have to go first." Grant and the Elder of Life said to them, while Vincent threw something at Phil Gray.

"what is this?"

What was in front of him was a sun-shaped brooch, ordinary and without any aura of divine power.

"This is the emblem of the Dawn Cult. As a member of the cult, this is a symbol that proves your identity. Infusing it with divine power can also scare away some small undead spirits. Goodbye, my future competitor!" Vincent waved to him again.

Their backs disappeared in the sea of ​​people in the square.

"All great churches have medals to prove their identity. That's great. We should get one in the future." Phil Gray said casually while playing with the brooch in his hand.

"Well, cousin, we have them too." Patrick took out a brooch in the shape of the Flower of Destiny from the Space Stone. "The six major churches have all made their emblems into brooches."

Okay, I'm just ignorant, Phil Gray held his forehead with his hand.

"Oh, by the way, let me tell you some good news."

"What?" Patrick looked very interested.

"I've made another breakthrough. Now I'm one level higher than you, haha."

"Oh my God, cousin, are you the illegitimate son of God? Ugh, I'm sorry, I'm guilty! God of Destiny, please forgive my slip of the tongue..."

Eli also wanted to express his shock, but he just clapped his hands. After all, after following the boss for these days, such things were no longer surprising to him.

Walking through the familiar yet unfamiliar streets, memories of my childhood emerged one by one, until I saw the figure with a cane walking into the huge manor.

It still looks the same as before, even the clematis at the door is still there, neatly arranged. It used to be my mother's favorite.

Ernest stopped at the door and hesitantly reached out his hand to knock.

Suddenly, a young girl's voice came to my ears, which was lively and pleasant. "Who are you? Is there anything wrong?"