Whether it's live streaming or any entertainment industry, there will always be people behind the scenes and people standing in front of the stage.

Compared with the people behind the scenes, the people in front of the stage are the protagonists standing in the lights, so a large part of the fans are the main fans standing in front of the stage.

Max in front of him is the person standing in front of the stage, and the number of fans between the two is completely disproportionate.

Drew looked at the man in front of him and took another sip of his beer.

Although he has been in the live broadcast industry for a long time, the accumulated fans have been absorbed by Max in front of him in the final analysis.

"OK," Max naturally knew this, and began to rummage through his mobile phone to log in to social software to announce the incident.

But while rummaging, he still asked, "Are you all ready?" ”

Drew nodded, unconcerned, "Of course, since that inexplicable ban, I've had some people working on it. ”

There was a hint of inexplicability in Max's eyes, and he flipped through the phone from under the pillow and began to click on it.

This so-called partner is good at everything, but he looks too stupid, just like he treats the person standing in front of the stage as a kite in his own hands.

"But that's fine."

Max looked at the account on the screen of his phone, and his recent post was full of comments from some fans asking what was going on, what was banned in the live broadcast room, or when it would start, and whether it could still be broadcast.

The corners of Max's mouth rose slightly, and then he looked at the number of followers under the account.

With more than 1.4 million fans, he has such a number of fans, which is enough to be called a big anchor.

"Enough," Max said to himself.

Drew, who was on the side, saw Max find his phone and leaned over.

"What do you want?" Max said indifferently.

Drew looked at the comments below, and his heart also swelled with excitement, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that these fans were cute, because in his opinion, these enthusiastic fans were his ATMs.

"Here, give me your phone."

Drew put the beer on the table and held out his hand.

Max glanced at him, as if he could sense something, and handed over the phone that had not yet edited the comment.

Drew took it and began to edit quickly.

In Max's eyes, Drew first edited a link to the website to indicate that it was the live broadcast platform they were going to broadcast, and then went on to write that it would be ten o'clock tonight, and he would not be there.

"It's going to be broadcast at ten o'clock tonight?" Max asked.

"Of course, we're going to take advantage of the fact that the heat hasn't gone away." Drew posted the edited comment, looked at the comments that appeared below, and smiled with a smile on his face.

As he spoke, he looked at Max, grabbed his shoulders with both hands, and said seriously.

"Don't worry, Max, I've got everything ready, and you're at home today ready for tonight's priesthood trip."

Max glanced at the hand on his shoulder and smiled brightly.

"Okay."

Seeing Max so well-behaved, Drew smiled and patted Max on the shoulder, then picked up the beer bottle on the table and left the place.

Looking at the back of Drew leaving, Max's originally smiling face instantly turned into a hideous.

"Stupid human."

Cold-blooded words fell from his mouth.

………………………………………………

Meanwhile.

Vatican City.

Two men dressed in simple robes, but able to indicate the identity of the bishop in various details, walk down the lavishly decorated aisle.

One is tall and burly, with a kind of momentum, and the other is old, exuding a temperament that makes people can't help but speak, and they walk all the way, and the clergy they see will stop and bow down.

"Bishop of York, Bishop Cecil......"

Bishop Cecil bowed his head slightly, then looked at York, who was following him.

"Are you sure what you've brought from another world useful? You know, even our holy fountain is only able to maintain the status quo. ”

York, who had just arrived at the Vatican from Argentina, glanced at the clergy who had left after saluting, and replied indifferently.

"Anyway, you have to give it a try."

Remembering the artifact he had found in the world of Kaos, Yorks sighed.

But when it comes to it, York doesn't really have much confidence.

The sacred fountain that Bishop Cecil refers to is a kind of holy object in the church, and legend has it that when God was injured, he bathed in it, which has a great effect, and the healing power is naturally also in it.

Legend has it that anyone who drinks a drop of water from the Sacred Spring can change the physique of a human being and heal all kinds of hidden dangers in the body.

And the artifact he found was called the Heart of the Sacred Tree, an extremely rare artifact whose grass has powerful healing powers, can heal various wounds and diseases, and has the effect of prolonging life.

That's what he got from those Titan gods, too.

"Yes." Cecil also sighed involuntarily.

"Although judging from the data of various instruments, the physical condition of His Crown has stabilized, but in fact, I can feel the loss of strength in his body, York, you should know what this situation is......"

York's brows furrowed, his face a little solemn, as a clergyman, how could he not know the situation.

The loss of power in the body means that the holy power in the old man's body is being lost, and once the holy power in the current situation is maintained, including the vitality of all the power lost, then the old man is really going to heaven.

Without hearing a response, Bishop Cecil glanced at York's solemn face, shook his head inwardly, and led him straight to the room where His Majesty was.

It was being guarded by six monks.

"Bishop of York, Bishop Cecil......"

Cecil nodded slightly: "Open the door." ”

"Yes!"

The monk, who was waiting by the door, opened the door.

With a squeak, the door slowly opened, revealing the true appearance of the room inside.

York glanced at it, and he could feel the heavy power coming from inside.

In his eyes, everything in the room turned out to be all holy stone transformations.

Recalling Cecil's previous words, York knew that this was to ease the speed of the flow of holy power in the old man's body,

Thinking of this, York's mood was really a little bad, and after nodding to the monks waiting beside him, he followed Bishop Cecil in with a blank face.

All the layouts in the room were the same as they had been before he left.

On a large bed in the depths lay an old man with his eyes closed, and some electrodes were attached to his hands, including his body, and the dense electrodes were connected to some instruments outside.

The overall picture is no different from that of a critically ill elderly man lying in the ICU room.

Looking at the old man with his eyes closed and only the sound of his heartbeat, York took a deep breath and continued to follow Bishop Cecil.

"Am I leaving? Yorks. ”

Cecil bowed slightly to the old man in front of him, and then looked back at York, who was expressionless.

"No,"

Yorkes shook his head, and then, under the gaze of Bishop Cecil, took out a transparent box from inside the robe, and inside the box was a green leaf that emitted a green glow visible to the naked eye.

"I also need you to be there and watch."

With that, York opened the box and handed it to Bishop Cecil.

Bishop Cecil understood what he meant, took it and carefully identified it, and only took a deep breath after a while.

"It's indeed the Heart of the Divine Tree."

Somewhat excited, he returned the transparent box in his hand to York, as a sign of his agreement to let His Majesty take it.

York nodded, took the box, looked at the old man lying on the bed, and without hesitation, picked up the leaf called the Heart of the Divine Tree inside, and put it directly into the old man's mouth.

After a detailed identification, he could confirm that this thing was the heart of the Divine Tree recorded in the book, so there was nothing to hesitate about.

As soon as the leaves entered the old man's mouth, they disappeared instantly, and a green light could be seen flowing through his throat and chest, and finally stopped in the dantian.

At the same time, the old man's skin, which seemed to have no moisture, actually began to be rounded, and the heart of the divine wood that was proved by all this began to take effect, making the old man develop for the better.

Seeing this, Bishop Cecil was obviously a little excited, and leaned over to feel it.

"The situation in the body seems to be stable!" He said with some excitement.

York nodded, but frowned, the holy power in the old man's body had indeed stopped draining under the interference of the heart of the Divine Tree, but the question was why the old man hadn't woken up yet.

Logically speaking, there are no injuries in the body, and there is nothing abnormal, so he should wake up directly, but the old man in front of him is like losing consciousness and has become a real vegetative person.

"Unconscious?"

Suddenly thinking of this, York's eyebrows and eyes became tighter and tighter, combined with the previous question, staring at the old man who had not yet woken up, and muttered a little in his heart.

"It's not just an empty shell, is it? The real old man has long since run away."

The more he thought about it, the more York felt that this idea was very reliable, and he had long suspected that the old man was not from this world, but from another world, otherwise he would not be able to withstand the destructive energy in the cracks.

However, no one could answer this sentence, and even Bishop Cecil looked at the old man who had not yet awakened, and he did not find any reason.

All of a sudden, one big and one small were looking at the old man lying on the bed who had not yet woken up, staring dryly.

After a long time, the old man who was getting more and more round still didn't wake up, sleeping on the bed was like an empty shell without consciousness, and in the end, the two of them looked at me and I looked at you, both of them looked helpless.

"I'll call someone over and check it out." Bishop Cecil sighed.

"Well, that's all there is to it." Because of the previous speculation, York's heart temporarily regained his calm, and he looked at the old man and said indifferently.

"If you can stabilize the holy power in the old man's body, everything is still in time."

The Heart of the Divine Wood he brought was not without effect, everything that should have been done was done, the holy power in the old man's body was still draining, but now it has stabilized, and the more rounded skin is proof.

At the same time, because of this, he finally figured out what the old man was.

Although he did not yet understand the truth, Yorks believed that the old man must have deliberately done so.

Bishop Cecil nodded as he looked at the crown who had not moved on the bed.

……

In this way, an hour later, the venue changed to a special plane flying directly to the United States of America.

Bishop Cecil glanced at Sister Irene, Brother Healy, who was carrying some things onto the plane, and then looked at Yorksway, who was also standing nearby.

"Yorks, you don't really want to rest, do you? Can you tell me about your plans for the near future? ”

"I really don't have any plans, I want to do what I want to do after officiating a wedding for a child I know."

Yorks looked at Erin, who was walking towards him, and said indifferently.

After confirming the old man's condition, York found that he really didn't seem to have anything to do lately, which meant that his favorite lazy routine was coming back, so he was in a good mood now.

Hearing this, Bishop Cecil could only nod in response, and also looked at the nun who came over.

"Bishop Cecil."

Erin, dressed in a nun's monastic robe, bowed to Bishop Cecil first, and after nodding her head at him, she faced her own bishop.

"Bishop York, everything is ready."

Hearing this, Yorks looked at Erin, who looked very capable at a glance, and smiled gently.

"Well, let's go."

"Yes!"

Erin nodded yes and stood aside.

York then looked at Bishop Cecil and nodded slightly.

"Bishop Cecil, goodbye."

Bishop Cecil, looking at the most special young man in this church, replied, "Goodbye. ”

York's expression remained unchanged as she strode towards the plane, Irene deliberately stayed at the end, bowed slightly to Bishop Cecil and the clergy standing behind, and then followed her bishop all the way to the plane.

Only Bishop Cecil and the group remained where they were, watching.

Not long after, with a roar, the plane began to move slowly, towards the runway, and finally flew up under the gaze of the people below, straight into the dark sky, and turned into a small dot.

"Let's go back too."

Looking at the dots that had melted into the night, Bishop Cecil turned and left with a group of clergy.

Plane.

Yorkes sat in his own seat and looked out the window of the plane.

The city lights flickering below, creating a beautiful night scene.

This was the gaze of ordinary people, and in his field of vision, he could see the back of the departing clergy of Bishop Cecil.

Before he could think of anything, at this moment, Erin's voice next to him suddenly sounded.

"Bishop, should we tell our colleagues in the diocese of New York?"

York retracted his gaze, thought about it for a moment, and shook his head.

"No, we're just going back to rest and relax, not to go back and do anything, so be it."

For this reason, he also deliberately asked Bishop Cecil to conceal his whereabouts.

Otherwise, the diocese of New York will probably have to readjust something because of his return.

He just wanted to go back to the church of Pluto. With his current status, it is impossible for him to be as casual as the priest in the past, and his every move will lead many people's movements.

"Yes, Bishop." Erin's voice in response fell, and then vanished.

York smiled and closed his eyes.

(End of chapter)