There are countless things happening all over the world at the same time.

When Jesse was stunned on the spot for his sister's words.

In a single-family villa, Ed's voice rang out.

Following the voice to a study-like layout, Ed was on the phone.

"If we can, we would also like to have you interview us so that people can know and understand our special profession,"

Ed sat on the desk of his book, and the table was full of case facts written by him, like a diary.

Looking at its thickness, it seems to prove the experiences and adventures of him and his wife Rowling over the years, and how much they love their profession.

"But. It's because it's so special that we need the consent of the church."

"Yes, you heard it right, Mr. Petrov, even we are run by the Church."

"However, I can give you a suggestion, if you really want an interview, you can apply to the church, and when the application is approved, we will be able to accept your interview."

“.”

Ed's words fell one sentence after another, he was still so sincere, but he was also clearly a strict follower.

While he was talking to someone in charge of the TV station in question, he was on a sofa in the corner of the living room.

"Mom, I'm going to start." A girl in a simple little dress was sitting on a chair with her feet flat on the ground, and under the control of her left hand and left shoulder, the violin stopped very steadily.

While holding the neck of the hand with her left hand, she is gently bent on the strings, while in her right hand she holds a ponytail bow, which is the bow resting gently on the strings.

At the age of only a teenager, the posture is very standard, which shows his talent.

Looking at her daughter, the maternal love in Rowling's eyes is so overflowing that others can see it, but she is more proud of her child.

Remembering the message from Sister Irene, she smiled and nodded slightly, intending to surprise her daughter at the end.

Judy, one of four children who had been baptized by Father York as a baby, smiled and began to play.

With her gentle touch, her fingers glide lightly over the strings, and the beautiful melody follows.

The sound of the piano flows like water, clear and pure, as if with a touch of intoxicating charm, giving people unlimited imagination space, and the melody is sometimes high-pitched and passionate, sometimes soft and moving.

With each draw, Judy's strength and speed, posture and music complement each other, creating a unique and appealing atmosphere.

This plunged Rowling into silence and couldn't help but sink into it.

can only be worthy of the person who has won the award, this piano sound is in his study, Ed, who had just finished making a phone call, walked out, just leaning against the wall behind the mother and daughter, just looking at this scene with a smile on his face.

It wasn't until the piano stopped that the two parents, who had become parents, woke up.

“mom！ Do I pull well? Judy suddenly broke the work, and the previous professional appearance disappeared without a trace, directly restoring the child's character, grabbing the violin and bow in one hand, and went straight to Rowling's arms.

"Well, that's good." Rowling hugged the daughter in her arms and said softly.

Judy, however, sighed, leaned into her mother's arms, and placed her violin and bow in the empty seat next to the sofa.

"I'm going to play this piece for my godfather." After doing this, Judy raised her little head, looked at her mother and said:

"Mom, haven't you heard from Daddy yet?"

Childhood memories are always the deepest, and Judy still remembers that she loved to play with her godfather when she was very young, and there was a time when she was really relaxed.

Especially now that there is some pressure, she really wants to be a godfather who can make her relaxed and carefree.

Because by the godfather's side, she saw that no matter who listened to the godfather, including her own parents.

She still remembers the little friend who played with her for a long time.

"En......"

Rowling touched her daughter's hair, and wanted to sell it.

But the voice behind her kept her smiling.

"It seems that our Judy is thinking of her godfather, but she is just thinking about her former little playmate, Ed walked over and smiled as he looked at his daughter who was standing up and looking at him.

"Or are you really thinking about your godfather?"

The corners of Judy's mouth twitched, and her father turned white, ready to pick up the violin and run away, but she didn't bother to pay attention to her father's words.

It's just that it seems that her parents don't seem to have any news of her godfather, which can't help but make her feel a little lost.

But just as she was about to run, her father's next sentence stopped her.

"I don't know what my daughter thinks, but Bishop York does want to meet my baby, see if my baby is getting older, and want to hear my baby play the violin."

Ed was like an old father, babbling a lot, but Judy had automatically ignored the latter words, and she swore that she had heard them clearly.

The little face that was a little collapsed was happy.

"Really? Daddy, do you have news of the godfather? Judy was visibly surprised.

Rowling smiled, then reached out again, stroked her daughter, and nodded gently.

"The Bishop of York has just told us the exact address where he is today, and the purpose is to meet my family, Judy."

Judy's mouth opened, subconsciously looking at her father for confirmation, and when she saw her father nodding, she screamed as she squeezed into her smiling mother's arms.

“mom！ Daddy, I love you guys!!! ”

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"Bishop, everything has been arranged."

In the church of Ahibiyi, where the modern lights were turned off and filled with candlelight again, Yorks was dressed in a very simple, unadorned black robe, and he could not see the bishop at all.

He just sat in the place where he had always sat and looked at the image of Jesus in front of him.

This position is the first row of benches on the right under the raised platform.

Up close, you can feel the charm of the church the most.

Because this is very close to the source of the holy power accumulated by the church itself.

The breath of the holy power can make people calm.

"It's all broken up." Erin, dressed in a nurturing robe, took a step behind her bishop and continued.

"And Father Lucien also told us about the precautions here."

Hearing this, York's eyebrows raised slightly: "He ran to warn those forces here?" ”

"Nope." Irene said, "Father Lucien listened to you and tried to keep it as it was. ”

"It's good, keeping it as it is, so that we can be more close to the people and get to know the people in this area." York laughed.

"Yes." Erin didn't have a point on this, she had always been based on her own bishop, and whispered.

Hannah said she was going to volunteer here too, so she went back to carry her clothes and equipment.

York didn't know how to express this, and Hannah was quite independent, so he didn't want to twist the will of others.

It's just that at this point, Hannah seems to be really going to follow him.

"What has this guy been up to all these years?" York couldn't help but mutter.

After all, the life of the clergy cannot be compared with ordinary ordinary people, they are more like a different degree of cultivation.

If for those who like to enjoy, the life of the clergy is simply like some kind of penance.

Thinking of this, York said, "Let her come, give her a place, Erin, even if she doesn't volunteer." ”

"Yes, Bishop, I'll give Hannah an exclusive room." Erin heard what her bishop meant.

It is undeniable that she can sense Hannah's extreme dependence and trust on her bishop, and it seems that Hannah has been in contact with the bishop who was very young at the time since she was a child.

And judging from the actions of his own bishop, it seems that he also regards Hannah as his own family.

Speaking of which, she knew that she was an orphan and was raised by a nun in the convent, but what she didn't expect was that her bishop seemed to be raised by the current pope.

Speaking of this, Yorkes sighed: "She has been living alone for a long time, and perhaps she is beginning to feel lonely. ”

Erin bowed her head slightly, did not express her feelings, only her emotions fluctuated slightly.

"Forget it." Maybe thinking of something, Yorkes waved,

"Leave me alone, close today, open again tomorrow, just as I used to be a priest."

"Yes, Bishop." Erin lowered her head, slowly stepped back, and quietly left the place.

She still has a lot of things to deal with.

The deliberately suppressed footsteps went farther and farther, and York moved as he pleased.

The corresponding virtual window appears in front of you.

This is an anomaly from the world of rot.

Before, he had felt the call to travel through time and space.

Very religious, very serious.

subconsciously chased the source, but it was a child.

Now, where is the child praying again?

York didn't move, but there was a very clear picture of flowing water above the window.

I saw a quiet, candlelit church that seemed to be flowing through the years, and a ghostly girl was quietly revealed at the main entrance.

Dressed in a winter dress similar to that of a farm, with a thick lump of hair, two small braids combed on the back of his head, and a young and delicate little face with spots, all red on both sides, it seemed that he was frozen.

"It seems that it is winter in the rotten seed world at this time." York had an understanding in his heart that if he really wanted to compare, then this time was still somewhat accurate.

Continuing to watch, although the girl seems to have endured the cold wind to come here, it does not affect her hands lying on the edge of the door, and when the two small pigtails are flicking, her eyes are extremely smart.

She seemed to be looking to see if there was anyone in the church, and when she saw that there was no one, she crept in like a thief.

But before he could take a few steps, he was stopped by a voice.

"Marlene!"

Marlene trembled, stiffened and looked at the source of the voice, and said embarrassedly.

"Mother Mirta."

The hero of the sound source is not anyone, it is none other than Mirta, the first cleaner that Yorkes has just received after entering the world of rot.

This sent a wave in York's eyes.

Mirta, who walked through the candlelight from the darkness, was a little thin, she was wearing a dark monastic robe, like the legendary exterminator, looking at the girl in front of her who was only a teenager with an expressionless face, and the words she said were indeed a little warm,

"Do your parents know about coming here so late?"

The girl named Marlene grinned.

"I told them, I said I wanted to see Lord York, who saved us, and they agreed."

But in the end, Marlene looked at Sister Mirta, who was unmoved, and looked at her expressionless face, her voice getting quieter and quieter, and in the end she was honest.

"I'm sorry, Mother Milda, I snuck here."

The girl seemed to have done something wrong, a little uneasy, and her hands clutched the hem of her clothes tightly, twisting and twisting.

"I just want to see Lord York, and then talk to him and then go back to sleep."

Seeing the girl like this, Mirta thought of the memories that Marlene would come over every day, and sighed lightly.

"You can come over during the day in the future, you're still too young to come out at such a late hour, go ahead, when you're done, I'll send you back."

With that, Mirta turned and walked to the candle stand, and really ignored Marlene.

"Thank you, Mother Mirta!"

Marlene's little face was happy, and she looked at the statue of Lord York, the savior who had saved them and the world in front of her, and walked all the way over, and finally knelt down directly in front of the statue in the middle aisle.

Close your eyes and look religious.

She didn't say anything, but her immature voice could travel through time and space and ring in York's ears.

"Lord, can you hear me, my name is Marlene Ashubel, the youngest daughter of a small farm, thank you for saving us......

I'm in a bad mood today, because recently my Anna is going to die, because she can't give birth to a child of her own, my parents are very anxious around her, Anna's screams are also painful, I feel very sad......"

Listening to this chatter like a story, listening to this somewhat sad and immature voice, York's face became softer and softer as he looked at Marlene who was kneeling on the ground.

Inexplicably, he thought to himself if God was like him when he completed his daily fixed tasks every day.

However, under his perception, the talent and potential strength of this girl named Marlene is very strong, very strong, and York feels that even if Marlene is only a teenager, once he is consecrated, the amount of holy power that increases itself is enough to be worth the long-term accumulation of a clergyman.

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I don't know how much time has passed, but after telling a lot of things about his statue, Marlene seems to be in a much better mood.

She actually refused Mirta's escort in one go, and ran out directly, making Mirta, who was about to send it back, stunned, looking at the little back that had disappeared, with a helpless look on her face.

"Ordinary people weren't allowed to come in the church." Mirta said helplessly, and in the end, I don't know why, but I still chose to give up.

"That's it."

Unbeknownst to her, however, a glowing figure had stepped out of the statue and was following Marlene's footsteps right under her nose......

This year and next year, every year with peace.

Brothers and sisters! Happy New Year!

(End of chapter)

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