Erin's attitude was a little cautious.

But somehow, as soon as she saw the appearance of the priest she was about to follow, Erin felt that her heart was slowly beginning to fall, and the suffocating tension she had felt before gradually softened.

Perhaps this Father Yorkie was not the unusually cold priest she thought he was.

"Hmm."

Yorkes responded, looking at the trainee nun and raising an eyebrow in surprise.

He began to vaguely understand the old man's arrangement.

In perception, there is an innate calming aura in the body of this trainee nun, like the holiness of the Virgin Mary.

"You now know where you're going to go, right?"

York said, carefully observing the other party's expression and demeanor.

Fortunately, this trainee nun has passed the test, even if the future is uncertain, she can still maintain the sobriety and calmness she should have.

I saw the trainee nun nod seriously.

"Yes, I will accompany you to the Monastery of Santa Cata and will assist you in your work in the church of Pluto in the future."

"Well, since you already know, I won't say more."

Yorkes glanced at the statue of Jesus in the center of the depths, turned and walked away.

"Let's go, we're ready to go."

York's resolute attitude made Erin slightly stunned, but looking at the back that was about to disappear, she still took a deep breath and hurriedly trotted all the way to follow.

Noticing footsteps behind him, Yorks subconsciously looked to the side.

The young nun probationary had followed, and as often as she could, she followed his shoulder.

Looking at her expression of forcibly suppressing her breathing, the corners of York's mouth hooked, if she wanted to become a nun in his Pluto church, no matter what, she had to exercise her physical strength first.

With the idea of exercising, Yorkes took her to the place where Bishop Rofchamp was.

A spacious office full of divine attributes.

"Looks like you're satisfied? Yorks. ”

Bishop Rovchamp sat at a luxurious desk and tilted his head to look at the trainee nun who was standing a few meters behind the priest, panting for breath and his chest heaving, and said calmly.

"But she's just a trainee nun, so you have to take into account her abilities."

York was unmoved, "Bishop Rovshan, I'll take care of this myself." ”

"Well, this is your nun from Pluto's church, you see."

Bishop Rovshan withdrew his gaze, and said no more, after all, one word was enough, he took a folded map and a document from the drawer, put it on the table, and pushed it over.

"A map of the Monastery of Santa Cata, as well as helicopters have been arranged in the backyard."

York smiled, took the map and bowed his head in salute,

"Thank you for your help, Bishop Rofshan."

The old man smiled and waved his hand.

"Go ahead."

With the map in hand, York took Erin to his room again.

"Are you tired?"

Listening to the heavy breathing, Yorks looked back at Erin and smiled.

"If you feel tired, you can rest here first."

However, what York didn't know was that his words had aroused a lot of strength in Irene's heart, and she took a quick breath to recover her breath, shook her head and said firmly.

"Father York, if there's anything I can do to help, please command."

"Alright, then please send this backpack and these backpacks to the backyard helicopter."

Yorks picked up the backpack containing the RPG-7 bazooka, which weighed about seven or eight kilograms, and handed it over, with a calm face.

"It can be heavy, do your best."

Erin glanced at the tall priest in front of her, took the backpack in front of her with both hands, and the feeling she had felt before was long gone.

Feeling the weight of the backpack in her hand, and then looking at the backpacks that the priest had indicated, Erin said seriously.

"Okay, Father York, I'll try."

"Hmm."

Yorks gave a rare look of satisfaction, took out his phone and walked out the door.

Erin pursed her lips as she watched the priest stride away, then walked towards the backyard with her backpack in her hands.

"This is a test God has given me." She thought.

……………………………………………

On a busy roadway.

A Harley-Davidson with clean and sleek lines and a domineering side leak is shuttling through it at a fast pace.

The roaring sound of the engine was mixed with loud singing, which made the driver of the vehicle next to him look sideways at the pedestrian walking on the sidewalk.

However, its owner didn't care about it, and even controlled the car alone, and reached out to take out the mobile phone that was specially adjusted to vibrate.

"Hey! Father York. ”

He shouted loudly for fear that the people on the other side would not hear him.

The phone was connected, and Yorks heard the speed, the whistling wind and the loud singing, and he subconsciously took his phone away.

"Are you ready?"

Healy's voice rang on the phone.

"It's coming! Coming soon! ”

Indeed, at a certain intersection, the pitch-black, very smooth Harley-Davidson motorcycle turned into a different intersection.

Healy exclaimed, looking up at the church tower that appeared at the end.

"Father York, I can already see the church."

“ok！”

York hung up the phone and glanced at the monk who was guarding next to him, and without his answer, Healy, who had a particularly pronounced breath, would have been stopped at the door.

Before he could think about it, a roaring engine appeared at the end.

Buzz!!

York subconsciously looked over.

A pitch-black, very flamboyant Harley-Davidson motorcycle appeared in his eyes.

Buzz!!

Looking at whether it was a Harley motorcycle or its owner, Healy, exuding a kind of arrogance, the corners of York's mouth twitched.

This guy is as flamboyant as ever.

"Father York!"

Healy was visibly delighted, and when he saw him at the door, he raised his hand and waved it vigorously, and cried out loudly, oblivious to what the occasion was.

"Father York!"

The sound seemed to drown out the sound of the engine.

Yorks glanced at the frowning monk guarding the gate next to him again, and still couldn't help but feel a headache.

This special code is a problem child.

Forget it, as the distance got closer, York's lyrics were even heard.

Indulge in the city.

Put on canvas shoes, cross a designer bag, my brother is about to fall in love with myself, just so handsome.

Brother is so sexy, call the police and firefighters to cool me down.

My brother is so sexy, and his temper is extinguished by my handsomeness.

Brother is so sexy, shouting my name, you know who I am

Brother is so sexy, brother has a bright future......

The mouth-shaking song gets closer and closer, until the Harley-Davidson comes to a halt with a strong wind.

Yorkes looked at Healy, who was grinning in a denim waistcoat and jeans, a pair of black sunglasses, and a floral strap around his neck, and couldn't help but pat him on the back.

Accompanied by pop! York's helpless voice also sounded.

"You guy, I didn't dare to be as arrogant as you when I was young."

(End of chapter)