The bishop formed by the two words may not seem like much, but when subdivided, then the bishop seems to be very important.

Although the church in this parallel world is very different from the church of the previous life, its ministry is generally similar.

The church is divided into clerical and governing orders.

There are only three categories of clergy, bishops, priests, deacons, etc., which can be regarded as official members of the church who can have the power of faith, just as there is no distinction between high and low faith, in the clergy, everyone is a clergy, but the level of their position is subdivided by the ruling hierarchy.

The greatest nature is God. The next is the bishop who has spoken to him on the phone, and uses an example to illustrate that the words of power are about the same as the co-rulers of feudal states.

The Pope is the highest-ranking archbishop in the dark coat, the prime minister and deacon, who takes care of the Pope's daily life, and has the right to correct documents and read out the edicts, which is about the same as the status of the first assistant of the cabinet or the crown prince.

And the black-clothed archbishop is the cardinal, who leads the major dioceses, and the status is about the same as that of cabinet ministers, appointed by the Pope to assist the Pope in handling affairs.

The Council of Cardinals, composed of the Cabinet, has the power to elect the Pope.

Further down the cardinal are the patriarchs, the specific heads of the major dioceses, whose power can be seen as princes with the power to win.

Further down is the archbishop who assists the patriarch in administering the diocese.

Then there are the archbishops of the dioceses and the metropolitan who is in charge of the capitals of the dioceses.

Then there is the archbishop who rules over a province and the diocesan bishop who is probably the mayor of a province.

And the one in front of him is the level of the archbishop, and he can also be called a high position of power.

I saw that he was dressed in a vest and jeans, and the pipe in his mouth was unusually chic, in short, it was far from the serious appearance he remembered.

"Tell me, what's the matter with coming over this time?" Old Mike, who didn't know what York was thinking, knocked on his pipe, took a puff and spit out the smoke ring.

"I don't believe you, kid just came to see me."

Looking at this dashing old man who began to let himself go, York said directly with a smile.

"I want you to help me look up someone."

As soon as these words came out, Old Mike's eyes suddenly showed such a sarcastic look.

"Ahem."

York coughed dryly, then took out the materials he had obtained from St. Luz Church from his bag again and handed them to Old Mike in front of him.

That in itself was his plan, and he went all the way.

Before going to St. Luz's Church, he had already prepared for the death of the person, and if he died, he would find out through his own channels where the person had gone most importantly before coming to America.

It's a purely American thing, just let Hannah check it, and you can basically check it accurately, but with Hannah's strength in a foreign country, I'm afraid she can't find it in such detail, because she doesn't know where supernatural events have happened, but the church can......

Old Mike took it easily, opened it and took a general look, and finally stopped at the photo of Franci Runch's death, covered in blood, not to mention the dense scars on his body, the main cause of death was an iron stick that ran from the eyeball to the back of his head.

"Evil spirits?"

Recalling the ominousness on Rowling, York shook his head and said indifferently.

"I don't think it's as simple as an evil spirit."

Old Mike continued to flip, and his tone couldn't help but rise.

"That's the devil."

York's expression remained the same, "Hmm." ”

Old Mike paused, glanced up at the tall priest whose expression had not changed, and sighed in his heart.

"Well, since it's a demon, then I'll check it out for you."

"Okay."

As if sensing the change in Old Mike, Yorks smiled disappreciatively, picked up his backpack, and looked at the meat ball next to him to change the subject.

"So what the hell are you working on?"

Old Mike silently put away the information in his hand, "You know about vampires, right? ”

"Vampires?" York's eyebrows suddenly raised, how could he not know that he had seen so many movies and television about vampires in his previous life, and even Twilight, which compared to the films of his childhood.

"Yes," said Old Mike, nonchalantly, "my recent research is on why vampires recover so quickly, and they look no different from humans. ”

The corners of York's mouth twitched, this kind of more in-depth research is not suitable for him, he is only suitable for superficial things,

But having said that, Yorkes put on his backpack and remembered a young man who was so cool that he rode a Harley motorcycle all day and said casually.

"Healy got it for you, right?"

Healy, the son of the old man in front of him, profession: a registered exorcist, running around, claiming to be a messenger of justice to protect the world, but the truth is boring and looking for excitement.

It is analogous to the rich second generation who are looking for excitement and playing extreme sports.

If anyone could really play with the old man in front of him, it was probably only Healy's young man.

Maybe it was talking about his son, and Old Mac smiled with a smile on his face, and nodded and smiled.

"Well, he just came over yesterday."

"Okay."

Yorks glanced at the lump of flesh under the microscope again, and to be honest, he was also curious about the vampires of the parallel world.

After all, in my previous life, I always heard how handsome and beautiful the nobles in the vampires were, and they were all nobles.

He wondered if the same was true of this parallel world.

"Huh? Why, you're interested? There was a hint of encouragement in Old Mike's eyes. I know you're very smart, and if you can work with me and figure this out, we might even win a prize, like the Nobel Prize......."

"Nobel? This award is of little use to me. Yorkes withdrew his gaze, immediately refused, and began to walk back.

"There's only one thing that works for me."

Old Mike leaned down, held it with one hand, took a puff of his pipe and spit out the smoke ring, and looked at the tall and sturdy back that was getting farther and farther away.

"What's the matter?"

Yorkes stopped at the door, looked back at the lazy old man and smiled, "Help me tell Healy that the account is still the same one, and let him remember to send me money." ”

Hearing this, old Mac waved his hand impatiently, and he didn't allow his son to be pitted.

"Get out, get out of here."

"Huh." York shrugged, laughed, opened the door, and left the area.

Click! The sound of the door closing sounds,

Old Michael glanced at the closed door, looked at the information on the countertop, was silent for a moment, and finally sighed.

"Alas, this kid is really ......"

The voice fell, full of emotion.

(End of chapter)