The door was open, attracting the attention of Robert, who had been in the aisle, and he saw York's figure and hurried to meet him.

"Father York!"

"Shh

Yorks shook his head and gestured to whisper, glancing back at the father and daughter, who were still hugging each other, before hanging his cross on the door.

"Let's go."

So saying, York handed the backpack to Robert, the current first clerk of the Pluto Church, and walked out past him.

"Ah, yes, Father."

Robert nodded ignorantly, he saw the crying father and daughter in the house, he felt a little more in his heart, hugged his backpack and hurriedly followed the priest's footsteps.

…………………………………………

The free food truck ran a round and finally returned.

York also worked as a counselor and listener all the way, and preached the glory of the Lord all the way, and was finally sent back to church.

"Father York, I'll go back first." The young man in the driver's seat stretched out his head and said hello.

Yorks took his backpack and waved his hand.

"Well, be careful on the road."

"I will, Father."

The young man in charge of the pick-up nodded seriously, and then drove the car away slowly.

Watching the rear of the car disappear in front of him, York's eyes swept around.

The streets on both sides were empty, except for the sound of the fallen leaves of the red maple, which is a street tree.

The American red maple, one of the most popular street trees, has leaves that change color with the seasons, green in spring and yellow in autumn with hints of red or orange.

"Is autumn coming......

Yorks looked at the pile of fallen leaves mixed with yellow leaves, and paused for a long time before turning to enter the church.

Today's trip is generally rewarding, in addition to triggering a random quest to get five attribute points, but also getting a large number of potential believers.

The accumulation of these potential believers will not only increase the amount of dedication that he can exchange for attribute points in the Pluto Church, but also increase the probability of triggering random quests.

So if it weren't for that bad news, today would have been a good day for York.

It's a pity......

“satan。”

York's eyes narrowed, remembering the meaning of the name.

Satan, the Chinese name Satan, had different opinions in previous lives, each with its own opinions, but Yorkes clearly knew that it belonged to Satan, the king of hell.

"It seems necessary to go to those sealed places and take a look at them......"

Having made some kind of decision, York felt better, walked to the statue of Jesus with his backpack in his hand, stopped, and made a cross to the lounge.

"I'm back, Amen......"

It wasn't long before York, dressed in a new robe, sat back on the bench beneath the statue of Jesus, processing the stat points he had earned.

Although there are only a pitiful five points, it is an attribute point that doubles the quality, so the harvest of these points is already very rich.

Yorkes still adds points according to his own ideas, focusing on health to evolve the flesh, and secondary to other attribute support.

"Three Life ......"

The heart moves at will, and the available points on the panel +5 instantly consume three points.

[Success]

[HP 117 to 120]

"Two points of constitution ......" Remembering that he had just added mana, Yorkes chose to add these last two points to the all-round constitution that includes strength, stamina, reaction sensitivity, speed, etc.

[Success]

[All-round constitution 32 liters to 34]

［…… ］

"Hoo ......"

Familiar sensations exploded in his body, and York, facing the consistent image of Jesus, clenched his fists in front of his chest and slowly closed his eyes.

Sincerely pray for the appearance of random quests.

In order to be able to cope with everything, he needs to become stronger, more powerful, and he wants to be anything that anyone has to fear.

For a long time, time passed bit by bit, until the red glow outside penetrated the floor-to-ceiling glass of the hall and sprinkled it in the hall.

Until darkness strikes.

York's prayer was officially over, and the sensations in him were long gone.

"Another day has passed."

Yorks, who probably remembered what he had done today, shook his head, looked at the dark hall, and then got up and walked slowly to the candle stand next to him.

White candles are a must-have for churches, but after a few nights of burning, the candles on the shelves on both sides are almost burned to the end, and at most they can only last for the night.

The important thing is that the chapel's stock includes some necessary things, and he has run out of them, so he will have to go and buy them tomorrow after tonight.

Yorkes took the lighter to light the white candle, and watched the candlelight rise wobly and illuminate a corner with a faint light, and he subconsciously thought of the Robert family.

Thankfully, it was decided to hire some staff and Robert was hired on the spot, otherwise he would have had to do all these little things.

I couldn't help but think of the gratitude of Robert's family when he left, and the corners of York's mouth raised slightly.

He has been doing these little things for many years, and now he feels a little lazy.

At the same time, this church, which has always been pure, should also change.

To be honest, deep down he was actually looking forward to the arrival of Robert's family.

Candle after candle was lit.

The faint light of the candles formed a large area of light, dispelling the darkness of the hall.

Yorkes looked at the statue of Jesus, and walked over to light the candle stand under him, and when he was done, Yorks put the lighter on the shelf, crossed the statue of Jesus, and said a few words in his heart.

"Forgive me, Lord, Amen......"

The voice fell, and there was movement outside.

A burly man in a suit appeared and walked slowly with a calm face.

"Kid, do you need my help?" Yorks stood quietly, looking back at the Russians walking in the middle aisle, with a soft smile on his chest.

"If so, I hope I can help you."

The burly man, with the symbol of the Russians, grinned.

"Father, my name is Andrei, and I really need your help."

Remembering the dense footsteps he had just heard, York's smile remained unchanged and he nodded lightly to show his willingness to help.

"Thank you, Father." Andrei touched his chin and looked serious.

"So, can you help me find Johan?"

As he spoke, he stared at York and added again, his gaze sharp.

"Johan Wick! If you can help, we at the Grizzlies won't pursue Vance. ”

Hearing this, York's smile became even brighter.

"Mr. Johan hasn't been here for a long time, so I don't know where he is or where he is......"

As he spoke, Yorkes kept his priesthood and made a cross on his chest to apologize.

"Please forgive me for my weakness."

"Priest!"

Andrei's face remained unchanged, but his tone was a little cold.

"Do you know what the price is going to be paid for the Vance thing?"

York shook his head and said seriously.

"Kid, I don't know what you're talking about."