I'm a pope in a western fantasy world

Chapter 5：The Pope's Daily Routine

After praying all morning as well as having a simple lunch at noon, in the afternoon Luscious Weald said that there would be a visit from the two city lords, and after taking a short nap, he headed to the study.

Unexpectedly, the two city lords were already waiting there.

These two city lords were the city lords of North City and Gaza City within the jurisdiction of the Destiny God Church, both in their early to mid-forties, one with a kind face and the other somewhat majestic.

“Your Holiness the Pope, are you feeling better?” The lord of North City asked.

“There is no longer any serious harm.” Phil Gray asked again, “The two city lords have come, but what is the matter?”

“On the one hand, we have come to visit you, and I have already given the gifts to your knights. On the other hand, it is the matter of the follow-up of the Godfall Ceremony on that day.” City Lord North replied.

“Thank you both, I regret that such a thing happened that day, but as believers of the God of Fate, we should believe that anything that happens is destiny, and we can only go with the flow.” Phil Gray struggled to make up words that should be uttered as a devout believer.

Inwardly, he secretly praised himself.

The two city lords nodded, while the Gaza City Lord spoke, “Yes, but now those apostates are using this incident to continue to preach that our gods have abandoned us and discredit our Holy See, while some of the populace have been compelled by them to join the apostates, and these days, they have been running amok in many of the city districts, disrupting the normal order.”

“Hm, I know, you guys first appease the people more and send some favors appropriately, as for the apostates, continue to investigate them closely, and try them in public when you catch them.” Phil Gray thought about it and proposed a response.

In fact, he all somewhat agreed with some of the remarks of those apostates.

For example, fate was in one's own hands, not the God of Fate.

He still preferred his original materialistic world, where at any time there was the possibility of angering the gods for some unknown reason and inviting disaster.

But now as the Pope of the God of Destiny Church, he could only act in a way that was in line with his identity and position.

After all, there was a saying in the original world that the butt determines the head.

After the two city lords left, Lu Sne Weiland added that Bishop Wendell was waiting outside the door as if he had something to say.

Phil Gray thought back carefully, this Bishop Wendell seemed to be the better-tempered bishop that those two servants were talking about.

“Okay, you tell him to come in.”

“Yes.”

Staring at the back of Luscious Weald, he fell into deep thought.

Phil Gray always felt that this Lu Sne Weiland was a bit strange, not only because he might know his identity, but also because he always wore that black mask of his, especially in the past few days, when he saw that mask of his, he always had a feeling of panic if not panic.

Maybe it was because he subconsciously thought that he might reveal himself that he felt this way.

Phil Gray did not think about it for the moment.

Bishop Wendell came in, a very kind old man who, based on his appearance, could indeed easily harvest people's goodwill.

“Your Holiness, I have been dealing with the matters of the Godfall Ceremony for the past few days, those nobles and people who came to participate in the ceremony have expressed their worries about you, hoping that you will be healthy, while some apostates are demonizing the public, these matters are really a bit much, that is why I can only come to visit you today.” Wendell looked at him with full of apologies.

“No matter, hard work.” Phil Gray replied. “I also heard about the apostates from the two previous city lords.”

“They compel the people and create trouble, I even wonder if they are behind your poisoning this time.” Wendell said worriedly.

“That is impossible to know, but I believe the God of Fate will give us guidance.”

“Your Holiness, I think it's more important for us to let the believers feel the grace of the gods and the mercy of the Holy See right now.”

It's all about buying people's hearts.

Phil Gray thought.

“I wonder what the bishop has in mind?”

“It's about to enter winter, some poor believers may freeze to death this winter, our Holy See's white stone reserve is still relatively large, we can distribute it to these believers for free.” Bishop Wendell said.

White stone? It was the first time Phil Gray had heard of this thing, it sounded like a kind of thing to protect against the cold.

“Then let the bishop make the arrangements.”

Wendell nodded, “But it might be necessary for you to be there in person so that you can show your care and love for the believers.”

“It can be.” Indeed the Pope's motivational effect could be doubled if he were to be there, and Phil Gray didn't have anything to do in the first place, so it would be good to go and take a look.