I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

Chapter 268 An unexpected gain

The moon hung high in the night sky, and its light shone brightly on the snow that had not yet melted. In the silence, a black shadow quietly slipped into the manor of the Wollaston family.

This manor is located in the Eternal Sleep Area under the jurisdiction of Bishop Marshall, and it is quite far away from the core area. It was already past midnight when Phil Gray arrived.

However, everyone in the manor should have rested at this time, so he could have a good opportunity to investigate.

The architectural style of the manor is solemn and dignified. The lines of the roof are sharp and stretch towards the sky like fangs. The windows of the houses here are narrow and dim. Cold wind blows through them from time to time, making low whimpering sounds. The trees planted in the garden are tall and gloomy, and only bare branches are left due to the cold.

Phil Gray carefully walked through one intricate path and corridor after another, looking for suspicious places.

Most of the rooms were plunged into darkness, but there was a light on in a small building on the second floor. Two maids holding lamps and carrying something were walking towards it.

Phil Gray leaped into their shadows and followed them into the building.

"Your Highness, please don't embarrass me. Now is the important period for the selection of the Pope... I'll have someone send you back to Muxue City. Little Le Ya is still waiting for you there."

"You still have the nerve to mention little Leya! Do you know what kind of life she is leading in the palace now? She is your daughter, the bishop's daughter! But now she has to pretend to be a servant's child and be bullied by those naughty boys. Can you take on the responsibility of a father..."

As soon as I stepped into the building, I heard Marshall arguing with a woman.

And what they said was intriguing, and Phil Gray pricked up his ears.

The entry of the maids temporarily put an end to the conversation between the two. They opened the things in their hands, which turned out to be some gold, silver and jewelry.

"Marshall! Do you think I would value these things?" The woman asked, knocking over the priceless jewelry.

The maids stood there trembling, not daring to make a sound.

Phil Gray hid in their shadows and took the opportunity to see the true face of the princess. She was tall, wearing a black cloak and a burgundy dress under the cloak. She had a deep face and looked to be around thirty years old, with an elegant and noble temperament.

Muxue City? That seems to be the capital of the Laimo Empire. Could this princess be a princess of the Laimo Empire?

Is this Marshall having an affair with the princess of the Lemo Empire? The other day the archbishop said that he would never marry and would serve the gods better, but he didn't expect that he actually had a child. Phil Gray didn't expect to be suddenly fed a big melon as soon as he sneaked in.

"I know, but could you please consider me? These days are important days for the selection of the Pope. What are you planning to do by coming here at this time?" Marshall's voice was a little cold and a little impatient.

"Can't I come at this time?"

"Or did your father know something?"

"Do we have to get into those hypocritical politics? Can't I just come over and cheer you on?"

Marshall fell silent, then soothed her: "If you go back and take good care of Le Ya, I will be at ease. The carriage is ready, just at the gate of the manor. You can leave now. When I become Pope, I will personally send someone to pick you and your daughter up."

"I'm not leaving. Won't the Pope selection be over in a few days? I might as well wait until the results come out before leaving." The princess looked at him stubbornly, as if she was determined.

Marshall looked at her steadily with a fierce expression, which made his originally handsome and elegant face become extremely gloomy. He raised his hand and condensed a ball of black divine power. A trace of panic flashed across the princess's beautiful face.

Phil Gray was also surprised. Was he going to attack the princess? This guy was too cruel.

The black divine power in Marshall's hand turned into a long sword. He flicked the blade lightly, and the two maids standing beside him suddenly fell to the ground, with a bloody mark on their snow-white collars.

Phil Gray quickly merged into the shadow of the table. He patted his beating heart. Oh my god, he was almost discovered. The two maids were already dead, falling to the ground. He could no longer hide in their shadows.

"You! Marshall, are you threatening me?"

The princess frowned, her voice trembling slightly.

"No, it's just that they shouldn't know this, Rebecca, you should leave--" Marshall turned around, put his hands behind his back, and no longer looked at the princess.

Princess Rebecca gritted her teeth, looked at him deeply, and ran out the door.

Phil Gray was a little puzzled. He didn't seem to see the carriage at the gate of the manor just now.

Marshall didn't even look at the maid lying on the ground. He walked down the stairs slowly. Phil Gray took the opportunity to hide in his shadow.

They walked through the longest path in the manor in the dark. At the end of the path was the gate of the manor. Princess Rebecca was standing here with her back to the half-open gate.

"I knew you hadn't left yet, Rebecca. Believe me, I'll send someone to pick you up in a few days." Marshall sighed and said to the woman.

"I just want to see you one more time. Take care of yourself. I'm leaving first." Rebecca's eyes curved slightly, leaving a dignified smile, then she lifted her skirt, turned around and pushed open the door.

"I know you came all the way to see me, but I..." Marshall's muttering made Phil Gray in the shadows roll his eyes.

Suddenly, a scream broke the silence of the night.

Phil Gray quickly jumped out of the manor in the darkness and saw a green zombie swallowing Rebecca's head in one bite.

The situation was urgent, and he was no longer afraid of exposing himself. He immediately drew out the Burning Sun Sword and stabbed it directly into the zombie's body.

This zombie was only of the eye-catching level and was instantly cut in half by the Scorching Sun Sword. Rebecca was able to escape from its bloody mouth.

But it was too late, her head had been bitten into a bloody mess by the zombies.

She made a weak sound and fell to the ground, but no one could hear what she said.

"No! Rebecca!" Marshall walked forward in a daze, completely ignoring Phil Gray beside him. He held Princess Rebecca in his arms, watched the blood flow from her mouth, and then closed his eyes unwillingly.

Phil Gray didn't plan to pretend to pass by, but pointed the Blazing Sun Sword directly at Marshall: "There's no carriage at the door, so you lied to her? Did you send this zombie? You didn't want her to leave at all? And, was the big zombie that assassinated Eli and me today also yours?"

Although they are different in size, the little zombie that killed Princess Rebecca is identical to the big zombie in every aspect, and it is obvious that they were cultivated by the same force!

"Shut up!" Marshall yelled.

He stared at the woman in his arms in disbelief and said, "How could this happen?"

Phil Gray narrowed his eyes. Is this man pretending or is there something else going on?

"I don't allow you to go to the abyss first. You should take care of our little Leya. You shouldn't go so early! You broke our promise..." Marshall stood up and shouted loudly: "Who is it, who is it!"

His loud voice awakened the sleeping manor, and the lights lit up one after another. However, before other people in the manor could come over, a team of patrolling Undead Knights appeared in front of them. The speed was so fast that even Phil Gray was caught off guard.

Thinking of Marshall's reaction just now, he frowned. Is there something strange about this?

"Bishop Marshall, what happened here?" The leading knight recognized that this was the bishop of their division and the hot candidate for Pope. He stepped forward and bowed, then looked at the blurred face of the woman in his arms and asked.

"Nothing." Marshall's face twisted, and he stood up. "You guys continue to patrol somewhere else. I'll handle this."

The knight did not listen to him. After checking the surrounding situation, he looked at the woman in Marshall's arms and asked firmly, "Did you have an attack here?"

"Yes."

"The archbishop has ordered that any emergencies in the city during the Pope selection period must be reported to him to prevent people from other sects from sneaking into Gilga City and causing trouble. Do you mind if I report what's happening here to the archbishop?" The team leader hesitated and asked cautiously.

Marshall glanced at him, clenched his fists, and his anger seemed to overwhelm everyone present.

Phil Gray seriously suspected that if he had not been there, Marshall would have killed these people to silence them.

After all, for the people of the Church of the Dead, killing someone is as easy as sending them home.

"Who asked you to come here?" Marshall flashed and grabbed the leader's neck. His eyes were red as he asked viciously, "Who sent this zombie? You should know clearly, right?"

The other Undead Knights were stunned. Why did their Bishop of the Eternal Sleep Zone seem like he was crazy?

"Is it him?" Marshall pointed at Phil Gray standing aside.