After having a clue, with the support of his own boss, Jeffrey directly used the authority of the supernatural special department, mobilized the spare police force of the entire New York, and began to investigate all.

There are several places in the United States where the bodies are stored.

First, in a hospital or some morgue where the body is temporarily stored, in the morgue, the body is stored for the longest time because the body is refrigerated to prevent decay.

Second, funeral homes that specialize in the handling and placement of corpses, or places similar to columbariums, or even cemeteries.

So Jeffrey focused on investigating these places, as long as there was an incident of missing corpses in any hospital or place where corpses were stored, he would be able to find some traces of the ghouls through this, and find the group of ghouls.

According to Father Archibald, ghouls hunt alone, but once one of these monsters appears, they appear like a contagious virus, two, three, and finally spread into a group.

Jeffrey was worried about this.

Ever since he stepped into this other world, he has always felt that although it is calm on the surface and people are happy at home, in reality there is an undercurrent and it is not safe at all.

A cathedral that is closed and has no visitors, only the faithful can enter.

Dressed in a robe and carrying a document bag, Father Archibald travels to the depths of the Cathedral of New York, where Bishop Romulo is in charge of the diocese of New York.

The corridors, which are full of religious decorations and look very exquisite, are not visited by Father Archibald.

Ghouls are nothing, and the monks in the church can deal with a group of them at will.

Like Brother Rishirati leading the way, he alone can withstand the onslaught of hundreds of hordes of ghouls.

What he feared was the meaning of the ghoul itself.

Ghouls are a large group of demon legions, and the appearance of one of them indicates or portends that there is a demon staring at New York behind them.

Thinking of the various documents he had obtained from Jeffrey, Father Archibald's expression became more and more solemn.

It's okay if it's just a ghoul going out to hunt without permission, but he's afraid of the demons behind it.

So in order to avoid anything from happening, he chose to talk to Bishop Romulo.

Before he could reach Bishop Romulo's place, Father Archibald's right eye suddenly jumped, and he couldn't help but hold it for a while, but he also stopped in place for a moment.

Brother Rihiratti, who was leading the way, sensed it, and he stopped leading, looked back at Father Archibald, who had suddenly stopped, and said respectfully.

"Father Archibald, what's wrong with you?"

Father Archibald rubbed his throbbing right eye, his eyes moving.

He suddenly remembered some jokes that the Bishop of York had told him.

"Father Archibald, my left eye is jumping, do you know what that means?"

He remembered Bishop York's somewhat wicked smile.

"I'm probably going to get rich."

Thinking of this, Father Archibald pursed his lips and a sentence popped into his heart.

"The left eye jumps wealth, and the right eye jumps disaster."

"Father Archibald?" Hearing a voice in his ears, Father Archibald looked forward, saw Brother Rihirati's face, and shook his head.

"I'm fine, please continue."

Brother Rishirati nodded, grasped the hilt of his sword, and continued to lead the way.

Father Archibald sighed inwardly and rubbed his throbbing right eye to follow.

It's just that my heart has become more worried.

Usually his eyelids would jump, according to his understanding, it was a muscle and nerve problem, but the sudden encounter with this, coupled with the sudden reminder of the jokes that the admired Bishop of York had told him before he left, seemed to confirm something.

He really had a feeling this time, a storm was coming.

Following Brother Rishirati to a large hall, Father Archibald looked at the closed door in front of him.

There are also four guarded monks stationed next to the fine gate.

"Father Archibald, when you arrive, Bishop Romulo is waiting for you inside."

Hearing Brother Rihirati's reminder, Father Archibald nodded in response.

"Hmm,"

Then he began to walk past Brother Rishiratti, who was leaning slightly, towards the door.

The monks on both sides looked at him vigilantly before opening the door.

This reminded Father Archibald of the Bishop of York.

The pomp and aura of each bishop are a little different, after all, people are different from each other, they are all new people, but among them, he still feels that the bishop of York is the most special one.

He went from curiosity to inquiring about it, until he began to understand something.

When Bishop York came out of seminary, he seemed to be a lone wolf, whether he became an ordinary clergyman, or a trainee priest, a priest, and then a bishop.

Even if he became a bishop, there were only two clergy under his name, Sister Irene and Brother Healy......

"Father Archibald?"

Hearing the words of inquiry again, Archibald suddenly woke up, the door in front of him had already been opened, waiting for him to enter, and he was in a daze.

"What's wrong? This is, I can't help but think of the Bishop of York. ”

Father Archibald looked at the monk by the door, shook his head, and stepped in.

The huge main classroom is filled with a strong historical atmosphere and a sense of sacredness.

The high ceiling is inlaid with ornate chandeliers that illuminate the space, and the walls are covered with beautifully painted murals showing important scenes from religion and history.

Extending to the past is a half-open door, which is a private chapel for the bishop for personal prayers and masses.

Glancing over there, Father Archibald subconsciously glanced at one of the frescoes on the wall, which was a personal fresco, painted by Bishop Romulo himself.

Eyes shifted again, and a large carved wooden table was placed on one side of the main classroom, surrounded by ornate chairs.

And Bishop Romulo was sitting there, watching him.

"Father Archibald."

Hearing Bishop Romulo's voice, Father Archibald subconsciously thought of Bishop York.

"Bishop of York would never have such a scene, he would always be in an ordinary church."

Father Archibald said secretly in his heart, with some emotion on his face, and walked towards Bishop Romulo.

"Bishop Romulo!"

Father Archibald leaned over and bowed slightly.

Bishop Romulo looked at Father Archibald of the Church of Pruto, where York's rise had risen, with a look of satisfaction on his face.

He also thought that the young priest in front of him would have a hard time handling the affairs of the Pluto church, but he didn't expect to do it so well.

Of course, he also knew that it had something to do with the young priest's diligence.

As far as he knew, the Yorkers guy hadn't even done many Masses to strengthen the faith of believers.

So, in the news he received, it was said that the faithful at the Pluto church were very satisfied with the new priest.

"I heard that you are looking for me." Bishop Romulo gestured to the chair in front of him.

Archibald nodded and sat down obediently as instructed.

"Yes, Bishop Romulo."

Bishop Romulo's face was wrinkled with the passage of time, and he remembered the strange appearance of the young priest when he came in, and he did not pay much attention to it, but only smiled gently.

"If it's about Pluto Church, I probably won't be able to help, it's the Yorks guy's territory, and I've never interfered much,"

Speaking of which, Bishop Romulo's expression did not change.

"However, I heard that there is one thing that has been assigned to you, could it be that there are other things in this matter?"

As a bishop, he has been out of the scope of grasping everything, and many things do not need to be handled by him at all, but the departments below will automatically maintain their operation, forming a linkage up and down, in an orderly manner, and each performing its own duties.

As for why he knew, it was because Father Archibald was a little special, so he knew that there was something in the official department that was assigned to the young priest.

Father Archibald took a deep breath, "Bishop Romulo, I found traces of ghouls. ”

"Ghouls?"

Hearing this word, Bishop Romulo frowned and looked at the young priest in front of him, who finally understood what Father Archibald meant.

Father Archibald nodded, his expression solemn.

"Yes, Bishop Romulo, although I haven't seen a ghoul yet, it's definitely a trace of a ghoul."

As he spoke, Father Archibald explained the situation at the scene and his analysis in great detail.

Although the church is a religious organization, it is not much different from an official organization.

Whatever it is, it needs evidence, not hypothesis, illustration.

On Bishop Romulo's calm face, Archibald spoke.

“…… The tooth marks on the corpse are preliminarily consistent with the ghouls' tooth marks, and the rancid smell and rotten skin left at the scene have also been confirmed by the inspection department, which is indeed the unique rancid smell and cortical ...... of the ghoul."

With that, Father Archibald handed the bag of papers to Bishop Romulo.

Ever since he recognized it as a ghoul's scent, he's been haunting ghouls to do things.

The documents in the bag were the results of his examination by the relevant clergy in the church.

Not unlike his identification, he was indeed a ghoul.

Bishop Romulo was expressionless, took the document handed by the young priest in front of him, and began to uncover it.

The matter of the demon who can master a legion is indeed qualified to report to him.

After all, the demons or devils who can control the legion are not good.

As long as there is something, it is basically a major event that can spread throughout the city.

After carefully reading the materials in the document bag, Bishop Romulo put the materials back in, and then looked at the young priest sitting in front of him.

"Tell me what you think."

Father Archibald pursed his lips, and he suddenly felt as if the Bishop of Romulo in front of him had become a different person, and the holy aura on his body seemed to be slowly rising and awakening.

The whole space became heavy and stressful because of this, and Father Archibald couldn't help but take a breath and said respectfully.

"Check! I have asked the official personnel to start an investigation, and once the ghoul group is found, we will be able to find the source through the movements of the ghouls. ”

As he spoke, Father Archibald paused.

"Bishop Romulo, this is not enough, I need you to give me some permission."

Hearing this, Bishop Romulo stared at the young priest in front of him for a long time.

Of course, he knew what Archibald meant, it was nothing more than that he needed some authority to command some clergy in the diocese of New York.

It stands to reason that from Archibald's strength and status, he is actually not qualified at all.

In general, it's good to be motivated and have a heart, but this kind of thing doesn't just mean that you have a heart, it still depends on your ability and strength.

Unfortunately, Archibald was only a priest who had just been a trainee priest for a short time.

Although his identity is a bit special, he is quite optimistic, but ......

Bishop Romulo put down the file bag with a blank face and said indifferently.

"I'll talk to Father Augske and let him take care of it."

Bishop Romulo ignored the flash of disappointment in Archibald's eyes and withdrew his gaze.

"And you will be with him as a helper......"

It has come to this point that Father Archibald, although disappointed, understands Bishop Romulo.

After all, he is still too young after all, and he really has no experience in leading the team.

"Yes, Bishop Romulo!" Archibald said respectfully.

But somehow, he suddenly thought of Bishop York, and when he saw that Bishop Romulo was about to drive people out, he couldn't help but speak.

"Bishop Romulo, I have something to ask you."

Bishop Romulo raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at Archibald, and the young priest in front of him spoke.

"What would I do if Bishop York was here, and he was me?"

"York?"

When asked this question suddenly, Bishop Romulo was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, his wrinkled face full of helplessness and a smile of remembrance.

"He? He would probably settle the matter single-handedly and give me a report saying, Bishop! The matter has been settled. ”

Speaking of this, Bishop Romulo looked at the stunned Archibald, exhaled lightly, got up from his chair and sighed.

"If you have the strength of York, I will naturally give you the permission you want, but you don't have it, so ......"

Bishop Romulo's voice became quieter.

"That guy is not like you, no, a little different from everyone else, he was already a famous prickly head in the church in the seminary, do you know why he can become a famous prickly priest and the youngest bishop in history? In the final analysis, it's because of his strength,

Some people can't be compared, it's like geniuses and ordinary people......"

At this, the memory on Bishop Romulo's face became even stronger, and he smiled as he began to walk slowly towards the half-open private chapel.

"I know your mind, but you don't know it yet, it's not just you, York has always been a target for many people.

So come on, Father Archibald, if you want to catch up with the person in front of you, you have to work a thousand times harder......"

As the footsteps walked away, Archibald took a deep breath, looked at the back of Bishop Romulo who was walking slowly into the private chapel, and said respectfully.

"Yes! Bishop Romulo, I will try to improve myself......"

Hearing this, Bishop Romulo's smile remained unchanged, but he waved his hand and walked into his private chapel.

(End of chapter)