I Become the Pope in a Western Fantasy World

Chapter 19: Participating in the Trade

Moreover, how devout was he to the God of Destiny?

Not to mention the daily prayers, he couldn't even sing the hymns that praised the God of Destiny.

Was this the compensation the God gave him for his time travel?

At this moment, he recalled another voice that had echoed in his mind before - "Listen to the teachings of the deceased."

If "Listen to the whispers of destiny" was the edict of the God of Destiny, could the teachings of the deceased be those of the God of Death?

At that time, he had entered the death passage that Wilde used for teleportation, so he had been tainted with the aura of the God of Death.

So, did the God of Death also want him to become a Chosen One of His?

Phil Gray rubbed his temples. "Patrick, do you think it's possible for a person to become a Chosen One of two Gods?"

"How could that be? Can a person love two people at the same time?"

Well, it's not necessarily so. Some people can even divide their hearts into many fragments, and each fragment holds the memory of a different person.

"Faith is the same. Devout faith can surely only be dedicated to one God."

"I see." Phil Gray mused. However, according to the promotion path of the Chosen Ones, as long as one hears and fulfills the edict of a God, one can obtain the ability bestowed by that God. Now, he had already heard the edict of the God of Death.

If he fulfilled this edict, could he acquire the ability of the God of Death?

Perhaps it was worth a try. However, the last time he fulfilled the edict "Listen to the whispers of destiny", it was because he had felt the impermanence of fate and was stimulated by the old woman's death. But how could he fulfill the edict "Listen to the teachings of the deceased"?

Let's not think about that for now. Phil Gray looked at the sky. It was already completely night. "Do you know where we can buy things for disguise? It's better if we prepare some."

Patrick pondered for a moment. "If we want to buy things like shape-shifting mucus, we can't go to an ordinary store. We have to go to the trade fair for the Chosen Ones."

"The trade fair is organized by the Commercial Church. There are members of the Commercial Church in every city. Presumably, there are also some in Duer City. The night session is held in the evening. Cousin, shall we go and take a look?" Patrick suggested.

"Okay, but we have to disguise ourselves first." Phil Gray took out the remaining shape-shifting mucus. There were just enough for two more uses left.

He and Patrick disguised themselves and then walked onto the street.

The night in Duer City was rather chilly, and the wind was strong. The snow that had just fallen covered the roads, like a layer of pure white carpet. Under the illumination of the moonlight, the whole city was as bright as during the day.

"Cousin, are you cold? Let's go and buy a winter coat first." Patrick sneezed.

Even though it was night, many shops were still open.

They randomly found a*****e, spent three silver coins, and changed into ordinary cotton-padded clothes. After all, they needed to hide their identities, so they couldn't dress too splendidly.

Two rows of their footprints were left on the neatly covered snowy ground.

After walking for a while longer, Patrick pointed at a*****e on the street corner and said, "This is the one. Look, there's a sign on the storefront with a pocket filled with gold coins. That's the emblem of the Commercial Church."

The Commercial Church was also a relatively powerful religious organization, composed of followers who believed in Kith, the God of Wealth. This church was different from other churches. It didn't have a pope; its leader was only a president.

The members of the Commercial Church aimed to pursue wealth. Their traces could be found in cities across both the Eastern and Western Continents. And their headquarters was located in the southeastern corner of the Western Continent, which was also within the territory of the Puna Kingdom.

"Welcome, gentlemen."

A woman who looked like the store owner came out. There was a crafty smile on her face, and her red lips were as vivid as fire.

"We want to enter the night session of the trade fair." Patrick said.

The store owner nodded. "Okay, please follow me, gentlemen."

The outer room was filled with shelves stocked with daily groceries. The store owner led them to a huge oil painting. The oil painting depicted a woman with curly short hair. The lines were magnificent, and the colors were bright. It should be a masterpiece by a master artist.

The store owner pushed it gently, and it turned out that the oil painting was a door. Behind the door was another room.

The room was large, and the exquisite chandelier illuminated the entire room brightly. There were tables and chairs arranged in two semi-circles. Quite a few people were seated in both the left and right semi-circles, and the tables in front of each person were also filled with goods for sale.

In the middle were customers coming and going, stopping and choosing items at various stalls.

"If you want to sell things here, you have to pay some money to the Commercial Church. Then you can get a seat." Patrick explained in a low voice.

Phil Gray looked at the goods for sale on both sides with great interest. The goods here were really strange. There was even a human skull on one of the tables, which looked eerie and terrifying.

"Do you want it? I'll sell it to you at a lower price. Thirty gold coins. The owner of this skull was a demoted divine figure during his lifetime. I wouldn't sell it if I wasn't short of money recently."

The owner of the table was a person wearing a black cloak, and his face couldn't be seen clearly. He said in a hoarse voice.

Phil Gray quickly shook his head and walked away.

"That person should be a Chosen One of the God of Death. For them, this kind of thing should be a rare material."

After walking for a while longer, Patrick stopped. "How much is this mask?"

Phil Gray looked over. Was that a mask? It was almost exactly the same as a real human face.

"Sir, it's ten gold coins for one mask. The quality of my masks is excellent. They can last for a year without any problem!"

Patrick was about to take out the gold coins, but was stopped by Phil Gray.

"Twenty gold coins for three masks!" Phil Gray said. Patrick looked at his cousin in surprise. Apparently, he didn't expect that his cousin, who was the Pope, could also bargain.

The stall owner wasn't very willing, but after some haggling, they successfully bought three masks for twenty-five gold coins.

With the items in hand, they walked out of the store.

"Cousin, I really admire you so much."

"We don't have a lot of gold coins left. We should save where we can. I can't possibly count on you to earn money for me, can I?" Phil Gray curled his lips, but his disguised face still looked expressionless.

"However, we really need to think of some ways to make money."

Phil Gray was very envious of the goods at the trade fair just now.

Patrick nodded. "This is still a low-level trade fair. If we have enough money, we can participate in the high-level trade fair. There's a chance to see sacred objects at the high-level trade fair. Sacred objects can greatly enhance the abilities of the Chosen Ones."

"Sacred objects?"

"Yes. Sacred objects refer to the things that the Gods left on earth or the items they have touched. Besides this way, Chosen Ones at the Divine Path and Quasi-Divine levels also have a chance to form sacred objects after their deaths."

"Oh." Phil Gray was thinking about how to quickly get some gold coins when he inadvertently saw a familiar symbol painted on a wall in front of the street.

What was that?

A fist tightly grasping a Flower of Destiny, with broken petals below.

Were there also apostates of the Church of the God of Destiny in the Duer Diocese?

Phil Gray was surprised for a moment, and then he smiled and said to Patrick, "I'll take you to attend a gathering."