I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

Chapter 249 Mysterious Letter

"Excuse me, is this Mr. Sid Taylor's home? Here is a letter for you."

The young postman looked at the castle, which was full of traces of time and seemed to have been abandoned for a long time. After hesitating for a moment, he went forward and knocked on the door.

No response, so I knocked again.

"Is there anyone?"

After waiting for a long time, there was still no response. The postman scratched his head and confirmed the address again.

That’s right, it’s here, but it’s indeed far from the main urban area, and there are many abandoned buildings. Maybe the owners have moved away.

At this moment, he felt a pair of hands as heavy as dead trees on his shoulders. It was more like a skinny claw than a hand.

Startled, the postman turned around and saw a tall, thin old woman wearing a dark green cotton coat.

She looked really old, with a bent back and a face full of wrinkles.

She must be over a hundred years old. The postman wondered if the god of death had overlooked her existence, or if she still had unresolved sins in the human world.

"Hello! Is this Sid Taylor's home?" The postman raised the envelope in his hand. "Here is a letter for him, but there is no mailbox at your door."

"Just give it to me." Her voice was so weak that it seemed like it could be easily blown away by the wind, but it was still captured by the postman who was eager to complete his task.

"Okay, here you go. Please make sure to deliver it to Mr. Sid." The postman said solemnly.

Of course, he has said this countless times.

The old woman did not answer him. After taking the letter, the door that had been closed suddenly opened, but the postman did not see anyone opening the door.

When the old woman disappeared in the castle, the postman praised the God of Death in his heart. He knew that there were always people with special abilities in the church, and the owner of this castle was probably one of them.

Humming a little tune, the postman continued to move towards the next destination.

The old woman walked tremblingly to the castle's study.

At the desk, a middle-aged man with a beard was writing something. When he saw the old woman come in, he looked up and asked, "What's wrong? If you have nothing to do, go out for a walk. Don't worry about me. There are too many things to deal with after the death of His Holiness the Pope."

"Father, there was a postman delivering a letter to you at the door just now." The old woman opened her mouth and said with difficulty.

"Letter? Who would write to me?"

Not many people know his address, but there is no need to contact him in this way.

Over a hundred years have passed since his death, and no one has sent him a letter. After all, in the eyes of the world, he had already gone to the abyss.

"The great elder who is extremely respected by the followers of Death:

Hello!

We are very anxious to hear that the elders of the church have formed a selection committee to choose a new pope from among the four saints, because we two think that we are the most suitable candidates to succeed the pope, and we also want to participate in this selection. However, the time you set is too tight, and we are afraid that we may not be able to arrive on time on the day of the selection. So we hope that you can postpone the selection date for a few days. Thank you very much!

The two saints left out of the Church of the Dead"

"Ridiculous! How could my Church of the Dead miss two Holy Sons?" Sid slammed the letter on the table, very angry.

He rarely had such strong emotions since becoming a undead.

He felt that this was a provocation from the enemy. What did it mean that someone thought he was the most suitable candidate to succeed the Pope? Aren't their four holy sons worthy of succeeding the Pope?

Do you think anyone can become their Pope?

This is not something that can be said casually; it concerns the dignity of the entire Church of the Dead!

"I heard that the four saints have been making a lot of noise these days. Could it be that one of them did it?" The old woman said softly, sitting on a soft chair nearby.

"What's the purpose? What's the point? Besides, the young generation doesn't know where I live." Elder Sid sat down. There were no more than five people or undead in this world who knew his address.

"Could it be that an elder has indeed discovered a new Holy Son? I heard that Chenxi picked up a Holy Son along the way."

The Great Elder slapped the table and said, "Then they can tell me in person. There's no need to be so mysterious."

"Will the time be delayed?"

"It is possible that my address has been leaked. How can the selection date be postponed for a letter of unknown origin? If it is really done by Chenxi or some enemy of ours, wouldn't it be a joke for them?" Sid put the letter aside and decided to wait and see how things develop.

He wanted to see who was playing such a big joke that even the Church of the Dead dared to make fun of it.

The next day, inside the Cathedral of Death in Gilga City.

"Great Elder, we received a letter yesterday."

All members of the elders selection group have arrived, and the archbishop is also sitting aside, but he has a letter in his hand.

"Yes, one letter was sent to the cathedral, and one letter was sent to our residence. This is too... Who on earth knows exactly where we live?"

The second elder stroked his beard and said in confusion.

"The person who wrote the letter claims to be the two missed Holy Sons. Do you have any clue?" Great Elder Sid had a gloomy face, but the usual expressionless look of zombie-like undead made him look no different from usual.

“The four saints are the most outstanding followers of death selected by our church over the years. You should know that the successor to the pope must not only be at the god-level downgraded or about to break through the god-level revelation level, but also be under 45 years old. It is also best if he has the support of a family within the church. I really can’t think of who else could be chosen.” The second elder shook his head.

"Even if you meet the requirements, if you are not the Son of God who has been trained by us for many years, you are still not qualified!" Sid snorted coldly.

"This letter was sent from the city of Lampgar," the archbishop pondered.

"There are no outstanding people there." said the second elder.

"It's just an address. Anyway, our time will not be delayed. No matter it is a prank from other sects or some self-important people have wild ideas, let's just leave it at that. Let's concentrate on preparing for the selection." The Great Elder took out the draft selection rules and asked the servants to distribute them to the other elders one by one.

"What if the two people who sent the letter really show up on the day of the selection?" The archbishop had a hunch that no one would deliberately play such a prank.

"That's even better. I want to see who has such a big mouth and who is the most suitable candidate to be the Pope, haha." Sid sneered.

Even if there really were two qualified people who showed up, unless the God of Death spoke up himself, he would not allow these two sudden people to participate in the selection.

The position of Pope of a religion is not a game of house.

……

"Hey! Where did this skeleton hand come from? Stop pulling my feet!"

The middle-aged man's angry voice rang out in the train, passed through the layers of boxes, and reached Phil Gray's ears.

Then another woman screamed: "Damn, it seems like a ghost is spying on me, where is the conductor?"

"When will this chaos end?" Phil Gray said helplessly.

The train they were on had just passed through a valley called the Valley of the Dead. It was said that a long time ago, hundreds of thousands of death believers were bewitched and committed mass suicide in this valley. As a result, they were rejected by the abyss of the dead, so the undead they turned into could only wander in this valley.

Every time a large column passes by, it picks up some of these undead souls.

Before Eli could reply to his boss, he heard someone knocking on the wooden board outside their box.

"You'll get used to it. It happens every time I pass by. As long as the sun rises tomorrow, these ghosts will naturally disappear. But my friend, your voice sounds very familiar to me. Have we met somewhere before?"

The sound was so unpleasant that Phil Gray still remembered it vividly. He quickly stood up and walked out of the box, only to see a tall young man standing in the corridor.

His eye sockets were sunken and black, his skin was an abnormal bluish-gray color, he had short curly brown hair, looked a little thin, and was wearing a black robe of the Church of the Dead.

"It's you! I didn't expect you to come to me on your own!"

Phil Gray stared at the young man.

"Oh? Do I know you? I just think your voice is very familiar, but I can't remember where it is."

"I can't forget you, but I didn't expect you to be so young. I thought the person who sold me Elder Dawn's body would be a sinister and cunning middle-aged man." Phil Gray said slowly.

"Oh, I remember now. How could you be so sinister and cunning? It was clearly a deal between us, and you got a lot of advantages. If I wasn't in urgent need of money, do you think you could buy the body of an elder of the Dawn Cult with that little money?"