“……”

"Old man, are you from the outside?"

"Why is it that all people's powers are judged to be in this world, but you are not?"

"Or do the rumored saints exist, but they are not natives of this world?"

"Wait a little longer and see if I can find anything good in the other world......"

"If you can't find it, then let's go, anyway, it's back to God......"

"I believe that with your merits, you will definitely become a general under God!"

"It may not be as good as God's angels who are obedient and pro-son, but you are certainly not weak......"

"When the time comes, don't forget to take care of my ......"

In the silent room, sentence after sentence rang out.

It's just a pity that there is only a one-sided dialogue.

York's rambling words went unanswered.

He just looked at the old man lying on the bed, only the sound of a weak heartbeat, like a vegetative person without any consciousness, saying some common words, as if to make up for it......

But once everything has a beginning. Then there is a process, and once there is a process, then there must be an ending.

In the blink of an eye, the next day came as promised.

The sun had just risen, and the early sun was shining through the windows, a warm orange glow illuminating everything.

The room was filled with a faint morning scent, peaceful and soothing.

Sunlight shines on the bed, and patterns on the quilt are reflected on the wall, creating mottled shadows. In this faint light, the whole bed, including the sleeping old man, seemed to be enveloped by gentle hands.

After sitting and talking all night, Yorker got up from his chair, took the cross that hung around his neck, and stuffed it into the old man's hand.

"Old man, you fall asleep first, and I'll come back to see you someday."

York smiled indifferently: "Of course, when I am free." ”

With that, York immediately turned and left the place.

In the three-dimensional picture in his mind, Bishop Cecil was already standing outside, and even some bishops he knew had just come.

"So where are you going?"

Yorkes remembered everything that was shown on that map.

In the map, when an outbreak is about to erupt, the first country to deal with seems to be South Korea.

"South Korea?"

York's eyes narrowed, but he hesitated.

However, this crack still has to be solved in the end, after all, it is the type that affects the whole body, and as long as it erupts, it will inevitably have an impact.

“……”

York exhaled lightly and stopped in front of the main entrance.

"Let's go to South Korea and have a look."

There was a click, and the front door was opened.

Everyone looked at it.

With all eyes on him, York smiled indifferently: "I think about where I'm going......"

…………………………………………………………

A document was left everywhere, and after being confirmed, it began to be sent to the South Korean side.

No matter where it is, that team and organization, the distribution of personnel will take a certain amount of time, not to mention the deployment of the entire large diocese, so it will take time.

Until then, York had had everything arranged with ease.

The difference in mood and the things to be done are too special, which has increased his horizons many times compared to before.

If you say that during the priesthood period, he was just in a corner, only mixing around the Pluto church, and occasionally running to the United States because of attribute points.

Now it's all over the world.

Of course, the whole world can be equal to the Pluto church, and the countries are equal to the whole of America......

Yorkes appeared in every group chat with his mobile phone and said goodbye to the old believers.

Although there is some reluctance, there is no way.

Believers are the same, reluctant, but there is no way.

So in a word, understand and wish you a smooth journey.

The farewell was spent so lightly that Yorkers felt that he had changed.

And, in addition to saying goodbye to the believers in Pruto Church, Yorks naturally did not forget the arrangements of Pruto Church, after all, it was also his home base.

He used his authority to transfer Father Archipad, who had previously been examined, to the church of Pruto.

After all, this guy is also a person from his side, and he has such a fate, I'm afraid this is also deliberately done by the old man Gabriel.

Seeing that he is about to retire and enter the secret room, find a backer for his godson......

This time, Yorks confessed the relationship for the sake of the believers in Pluto Church.

I heard that although this kid doesn't seem to have found his enemy, he is very serious about doing things, and he never misses every day in the daily prayers, masses, etc., rain or shine, and some of them are so serious, and he is not bad, and he is compassionate.

Much more diligent than him, the former Yorkes Salty Fish priest.

"I'm afraid I want to strengthen myself, the more devout and the more I pay, the more I can get God's favor." Yorks smiled knowingly.

"It's just a matter of selfishness to serve the believers in the Pluto church."

In addition to sending a priest to sit in the Pluto church to serve the old believers, there is also the arrangement and handling of the staff.

Robert's family is here, so naturally they continue to stay as they are, and this guy is quite diligent and hardworking.

And, John Wick, I had to think about it, and in the end he gave the choice and the address of South Korea to this killing god.

"It doesn't matter if you come or not."

The expression on York's face did not change, after all, the killing god was not his personal monk, he was just looking for a job to support his retirement.

So, York didn't care much, just continued to arrange the rest of the matter.

However, this time there is a slight change.

Yorkes sat on the couch, stopped the phone sliding, and looked to the other side.

On that side, in addition to Irene, who prayed silently every day, there was also a guy with an excited face.

He was dressed in a brand new monk's suit, and he was groping around, excited.

This guy is no one, it is none other than Mike Sr.'s son, Healy.

A genius who likes to study something strange but very useful.

And this genius had just become his personal monk.

There was no way, this guy rushed over, with messy hair, appeared in front of him coldly, and took out Old Mike's consent form, agreeing to him to become a monk.

Yorks was stunned for a moment, and then remembered what he had promised before.

While in Romania, he agreed to Healy's desire to become his monk, but needed Mike Sr's consent.

Now that the consent was there, he couldn't find a good reason to refuse.

When he said it, he didn't take it back easily, plus this guy was really serious.

At the same time, there is really some talent for research.

Because he has researched holy water bombs, including holy light bullets, through those techniques that are very rough for him in the legends of the night.

The Holy Water Bullet may be considered common sense, after all, there are real objects, but the Holy Light Bullet surprised him a little.

Although, according to Healy's words, the production of Holy Light Bullets is very difficult, and the materials required are scarce all over the world, and special cannot be made in large quantities, because it requires a combination of spirit powder and some things.

But what is the holy light, in other words, it is similar to the sun, but it is not the sunshine and the sunshine has the divine power.

In other words, this guy permanently sealed the sunlight with divine power in the bullet, including the divine power in it.

He may still struggle and try to understand, but the difficulty of permanent sealing can be imagined, and he can't understand how it is made.

In short, listening to this kid's long and obscure speech, what light refraction, what kind of light slows down, what medium, he already has a little scalp tingling.

So without mentioning the consent form, he will agree with this brain, talent and merit alone.

After all, it would be nice if this guy in the back could still make some useful things for the little nun who already knows how to use guns.

"Hey, hey."

Sensing the gaze, Healy, who had changed his appearance, subconsciously looked at the feeling, and when he saw that it was the priest, not the bishop, who was looking at him, he subconsciously hehehe.

"Who would have thought that such a guy would be a genius......"

Yorkes shook his head inwardly and continued to look at his phone, continuing to arrange things for Pluto Church, including the things at home, those collections in the basement.

But when it was finally over, York edited the two words into a text message and sent it, and then got up.

His combination made Healy, who was still immersed in the joy of new clothes, and Erin, who was silently praying, suddenly cast their eyes.

Yorkes smiled and picked up the backpack on the sandbag: "Go, new place, new life still needs time to get used to, oh yes, we still have to learn cold language." ”

As the words fell, York strode towards the door, throwing his backpack towards an excited-looking Healy.

Erin glanced at the deacon clergyman of the same rank as herself, and silently followed behind the priest who had been promoted to bishop.

"Wait for me ......"

Healy grabbed his backpack and followed.

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Half a month later.

Gangdong-gu, Seoul, South Korea.

At noon, a man driving an electric car came to a complex of buildings that were connected to each other, and he stopped and parked on the side of the street in front of the complex.

The man looked like he was middle-aged, but his sideburns were a little whitish and his body was strong, and he took out a fried chicken takeaway from the insulated box on the back seat of the electric car.

Even though it is winter now, it is freezing cold, but the man is just wearing a simple coat, even if he was driving an electric car in the winter just now, facing the cold wind, he still looks peaceful.

"It should be hot."

The man touched the fried chicken box to feel the temperature inside, and with a sigh of relief, he didn't linger and walked directly towards the complex.

Finally, they stopped in front of the main gate, which was guarded by a doorman.

He gestured to the doorman guarding the door, and lifted the fried chicken takeaway in his hand.

"Hello, I'm delivering food again."

Obviously, the doorman already knew the man's identity, so he just nodded and motioned for the man to go in by himself.

The man grinned and walked straight into the walkway next to the barrier pole with fried chicken in his arms.

Then, in front of him appeared a building that could be connected and a large open space in front of him where he could park.

"No matter how many times I come here, I still think this church is really big, bigger than some neighborhoods."

The man sighed, just hurriedly took a look, and then walked briskly towards the largest main building, the central cathedral, with a familiar face.

On the way, he could see men, women, and children coming out of it.

"The clothes look very expensive, but they are obviously not ordinary people." The man complained in his heart, and sneaked in as low as possible while not squinting and peeking.

The two intersect with each other.

"Who is he?"

As the group walked down the hall in front of the main building, a white-haired old woman asked.

"Back to the chairman, it seems that the Bishop of York often orders takeout, he should be the owner of the fried chicken restaurant, I remember that his name seems to be Zhang Zhouyuan." Someone replied seriously.

"Does the Bishop of York order fried chicken for takeout?" A look of surprise appeared on the old man's face, as if he was surprised by this incident, and subconsciously looked back.

It's a pity that the man has slipped in, and the figure has long since disappeared.

And at this time, her curious man was facing each other with a half-bowed body, wearing a dark monastic robe, although his face was immature but very capable, and the nun who couldn't be looked down on whispered.

"Sister Irene, the fried chicken should still be hot, so eat it while it's cold."

"Hmm."

Erin, who had become more mature, glanced at the man in front of her, took the fried chicken takeaway in his hand, and then handed over the banknote that had been prepared in her hand.

"Mr. Zhang Zhouyuan, are you not cold?"

Zhang Zhouyuan withdrew his gaze from the scattered figures on the row of stools, took the banknote from the nun's hand and smiled.

"It's not cold, it's not cold, I'm in good health."

As he spoke, he peeked in again, "Well, Sister Irene, isn't the priest there?" ”

After a long absence, hearing the priest's address again, Erin did not refute or even let the man change his words, but said gently: "The priest has something to deal with." ”

"Ah, that's right."

Zhang Zhouyuan was a little regretful, and subconsciously took another look inside.

"Do you have something to look for the priest?" Erin saw that the man in front of her, who could make the priest look a little different, seemed to be in trouble, and said gently.

"No, no."

Zhang Zhouyuan hurriedly shook his head, he actually just wanted to ask the priest who was a good person at first glance some ordinary things.

Since he was not there, he could only ask later, Zhang Zhouyuan saw what the nun wanted to say, and looked very flustered and then spoke.

"That, Sister Irene won't affect your meal, I'll go first, I wish you a happy meal."

So, under the nun's gaze, Zhang Zhouyuan walked out directly, turned around and disappeared at the door.

Seeing this, Erin subconsciously glanced at the fried chicken takeaway in her hand, and could only shake her head and leave the place.

She followed the path under the church wall to the altar and disappeared into the side aisle.

At this moment.

Dressed in pitch-black bishop's robes, York's inconspicuous personality folded his hands behind his back and stared blankly at a spatial crack in the void that cracked from the ground to the ceiling.

The fissure was wide and massive, like a dragon glowing red.

Bright red, emitting strong energy fluctuations, burning like a burning flame.

The space on both sides seems to be twisted and stretched, forming a red vortex, constantly rotating and wriggling, like shattered refrigerants.

Red light flickered at the edge of the crack, like a burning flame, staining everything around it with a red glow.

York's eyes narrowed, sensing the terrifying power and substance that had escaped from the rift.

"I guess there will be a month left, and then ......"

(End of chapter)