The church of Pluto, which has been calm, is a few dozen meters away from the street.

The modified Ford Raptor is low-profile to a halt.

York, who was at the center of many people's conversations, exhaled lightly, let go of his hands on the steering wheel, and rubbed his face angrily to reinvigorate his tired mind.

Unfortunately, York felt like he had no effect, unlike physical pain that could be restored, and it was like a haunting haze psychologically.

"Although there is no harm, it is still a bit heavy to carry a person's life."

Yorkes thought of the memories he had experienced before, and his eyes were deep: "I am Ning Weize, and I am also York's John, but I will not be Janet Laurie." ”

This sentence fell in the car, and everything returned to peace.

York looked into the virtual window in front of him and began to work on the task reward.

His personality is like this, basically after completing the task, he will quickly deal with the attribute points that have not been used.

It is completely impossible to keep, and there is no need to stay.

"At fifteen o'clock, my physique is ready to break 100."

Looking at the unused fifteen attribute points at the bottom, York's heart moved at will and directly added to the all-round physique.

As the prompt sounds, the addition is successful.

[All-round physique: 84 liters to 99]

"It's just a little bit, and tomorrow it will officially break 100." York shook his head, lit a fire and started the car heading towards Pluto Church.

At this time, Yorks didn't know that he was about to be stabbed in the back by two old men, so he just parked the car and got out of the car with his backpack.

Surprisingly, through the real-time stereogram in my head, I could see a full crowd of believers in the morning, but now there is only the human form of Robert.

"What did my deacon nun do again? Even Lise Murray isn't there? ”

As he approached, York's face was helpless, and he found that he seemed to have found a deacon nun with a particularly pure faith and a full of dedication.

Things do not turn out the way you want.

He wants to be a salted fish in New York, while his deacons and nuns want to carry forward the glory of the Pluto church.

"Father York!"

As soon as I walked to the front yard, Robert's excited voice rang in my ears.

Yorks was not surprised, and looked to the side, where Robert was holding a basket of rice in his hand.

"Robert, what are you?"

Robert laughed, "This is Sister Erin's order, let me feed the pigeons in the pigeon nest." ”

Hearing this, Yorks suddenly realized that in this way, it seems that he has not fed the carrier pigeons for a long time, which is really a dereliction of responsibility.

"Oh, that's right."

Jorks said indifferently: "Have you found any new pigeons coming back recently?" ”

"New pigeons?" Robert hesitated, "I don't seem to have found it." ”

Damn it! Leach and Lily aren't going to run away, are they?

Yorkes remembered the two sibling pigeons who had delivered the letter earlier, and was silent for a moment.

"Okay, you go feed it, and I'll have a place for the pigeons later."

"Yes! Father York! Robert was excited, and he was usually very attentive to church matters.

York smiled and walked towards the church with his backpack, but thinking of Erin, he turned around and asked again, "Where did Sister Erin go again?" ”

Robert paused and replied earnestly, "Sister Irene took people to distribute food and clothing today. ”

As he spoke, he exclaimed, "Father, because of Sister Irene, there have been a lot of new people in the church lately. ”

"Okay, you go get busy."

The corners of York's mouth twitched, and he stepped directly into the church, he had already foreseen his future, and the simple work of a priest in the past was now estimated to increase several times.

And this moment of change made Robert a little puzzled: "How do you feel that the priest is not as happy as he imagined?" ”

Robert glanced at the broad back that had disappeared into the church, and shook his head in disbelief to go to the pigeon's nest.

……………………

Backyard.

Dressed in a new robe, Yorks looked at the small heaves of earth on the ground and the palm-sized crosses in front of him, recited a prayer, drew a cross on his chest, and stared at the newly raised pit gently.

"Bear the cause and bear the effect."

"Janet Laury, this will be your maiden home from now on."

Speaking of which, York suddenly saw an illusory woman appear in the sky.

She wears a tunic and dress similar to that of the Middle Ages.

I saw a smile on her face, slowly lifting the hem of her skirt in the air, and performing a standard curtsy.

In the next second, it vanished, as if it were all an illusion.

"Goodbye, Janet Laurie, I hope you will find a happy world for the rest of your life."

The corners of York's mouth went up, he looked at him, and then turned back to the church.

Sister Irene, although somewhat contrary to his idea of salted fish, is also thanks to her today, there are not many believers in the church, and there are only two or three believers who close their eyes and pray when he has sorted out and buried the bottle.

There was no believer to come forward to repent or confide, but he lived a more casual life as a priest than before.

Yorkes was also happy to do the same, taking out his long-lost blank report and pen from his personal lounge, and standing on the high platform to write down what he had done recently.

There's the Bridget affair about the Reed apartment complex.

Little Bellamy's Doll Incident.

The Evil Lyser Mirror incident where a single-family house was blown up.

A disc event that happened by chance.

Plus today's nameless female corpse incident.

Of course, York's eyes were still on his own.

The Book of the Dead has long been in hand, the sealed dollhouses and discs of the top playhouses that have been collected, plus a complete set of the Book of Tribo series.

He consciously skipped all of this and wrote only the necessary information.

If Gabriel or whoever finds out what, he has only one word to say.

"In the process of expelling these things, they were accidentally affected by the battle, so that they were damaged and destroyed......"

Useful things and loot must not be handed over, only one's own things are one's own, this is one of the guidelines defined by York.

Page after page, except for the sound of breathing, only the rustling of pen writing remained in the church.

For a time, York's writing was so full that it wasn't until the pen stopped at the end of the blank space that he realized that he had done so much in recent times.

"So I'm the busiest?"

York selectively ignored the rewards of the mission event, sighed to himself, picked up the pen and ink report, blew a breath, and then sealed it all with his own fire paint, rolled it all up and stuffed it into the tube.

"The end."

York glanced at the time, and the [17:43] above showed that he still had a lot of personal time.

"Next is to complete the daily quest."

Packing up, York continued to move steadily according to the plan.

"Lord!"

"So I, John York, are your most pious, capable, and busiest spokesman?"

“……”

(End of chapter)