As soon as this speculation came out, York became more and more sure that the old man, who had been unconscious, was probably awake.

Because this uncomfortable feeling is so familiar.

That is, only when the old man is secretly cheating him, will he appear.

But when it comes to the bishopric, Yorks can only press his own mind.

Because the bishopric sitting in the Vatican is similar to the cabinet of the previous life.

The bishops in it are all cardinals, that is, cardinals, and the group meetings they form are similar to the cabinet meetings of previous lives, and even have the right to elect the pope.

On the surface, his status was much higher than that of him, the newly promoted diocesan bishop, at least four full ranks higher.

So since it was a secret meeting, he went to ask, and it was only in vain.

"Erin, help me pay more attention." York looked at Erin and said calmly.

"Thank you." York smiled, strode away from the place, walked to the main gate, and under the salute of the four guards and knights by the door, he walked towards Erin and the others who were looking at this side in front.

"As long as it involves me, report it in time."

Seeing this, York got up, bowed his head to the old man, and strode outside.

In his diorama, Erin and the others had been waiting for him outside for a long time, but before he could get halfway there, Bishop Giorgi's voice sounded behind him.

"Here we are, Lord Bishop York."

The town of Flåm welcomes a modest little bus that travels down a street and ends up in front of an equally ordinary church.

At the same time, the sound of a mission appeared in his ears.

"Bishop Giorgi."

Suppressing Aleisa's desire to jump, York waved his hand and smiled.

Hearing this, Yorks glanced at Alesa who was beside him, gobbling up, and not hearing anything outside the window, a smile appeared on his face, and he felt that life was nothing better than this, nothing better than now.

At the suggestion of a priest in his forties and fifties, Yorks withdrew his gaze from the window and nodded, glancing at Erin and giving him a look.

"York."

Erin signaled to understand, got up and walked to the back, patting Hannah and Alesa who were asleep and leaning together.

"I wish you a nice trip."

Seeing that her bishop was so serious, Erin also began to look serious, and she said respectfully, "Yes, Lord Bishop. ”

Erin stood quietly in a close-fitting robe, and next to her was Alesa, who was already running towards him, and Hannah, who yawned from time to time and looked bored.

The old man had been waiting for him in the church since he had finished breakfast.

Sunna Fjord in Bergen.

"Goodbye." Yorkswie said.

Speaking of which, looking at Hannah, who was still sleeping soundly and unkemptly in bed in the three-dimensional picture, York paused:

"Oh yes, remember to bring Hannah a breakfast, she slept late last night and was afraid to be in bed again."

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York stopped and looked back, and Bishop Giorgi had gotten up and was looking at him.

After completing today's daily prayer task, Yorkes opened his eyes, made a cross against the image of Jesus in front of him, and said his closing words.

"Amen."

Bishop Giorgi opened his eyes and looked over, but his wrinkled face was calm.

"Yes, Your Excellency."

York smiled and nodded.

Looking at the two men who had been pulled up by Erin, York shook his head and began to walk towards the front door, getting off the minibus accompanied by John Wick and Healy and the local priest, Father Diego.

The scenery along the road is indeed beautiful and spectacular, surrounded by majestic and steep mountains, breathtaking waterfalls and deep valleys, but the picturesque scenery is just like that, and you will get bored if you see too much.

"Let's go! Let's go now. ”

Looking at Hannah and Aresa who were still half-asleep and still half-awake after being woken up by Erin, York laughed.

As for John Wick and Healy, the two of them were in the front, and they had already gotten up and looked at this side.

York looked at the old man sitting next to him and said in a loud voice.

"Eat, when we're done, we'll set out to see our church."

Erin nodded, indicating that she understood.

St. Mary's Church.

For Hannah and Alyssa in particular, both of them were bored halfway through the game with their tablets in hand.

Behind the trio were John Wick and Healy.

Bishop Giorgi nodded.

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“……”

There was calm and noise in front of you.

Looking through the iron gate in front of you and through the middle walkway, you will see a very ordinary, inconspicuous church.

Although the front occupies a decent area, this church is even smaller than all the churches he currently presides.

However, what is more special is that the whole body of this church is mainly built of stone, and the walkway is lined with green lawns, but there are several tombstones.

In the three-dimensional view, there are no corpses in the ground, and this so-called tombstone is probably just a memorial cemetery created by the local people to remember the previous priests of this small church.

If nothing else, this smell is too right, a medieval style rushes in an instant.

However, this is the style of the place, and it is also one of the important factors that attract tourists.

Yorks subconsciously glanced around, although the town is small, but the fjord harbor over there is a huge cruise ship that can carry 3,000 people, which is specially arranged for tourists in the Kingdom of Norway.

There is a green train that stops at the river facing the town and drives up the mountain, as well as large and small sightseeing cruises.

In addition to these, there is also a small railway station, which is probably the starting point of the famous Flåm Railway mountain train, according to information he knows, the Flåm Railway is said to be one of the steepest mountain railways in the world, and it took the Kingdom of Norway a full 20 years to build, which is also known as a miracle project, and is now one of the top scenic railways in Europe.

On the other side, there is a large camping site, and many tourists come by motorhome.

In the past, there was a large farm.

So even though it's already evening, and the town is only about 1,000 people, there are still some tourists wandering the streets, and the important thing is that there are still a lot of people, including people of all races.

Seeing the surprised gazes of passers-by, York withdrew his gaze, and the information of the town naturally came to mind.

The small town of Flåm, a small village of less than 1,000 people in the Sognefjord region of Norway, is tucked away in the bosom of mountains on three sides, in the deepest part of the Aurlandsfjord, but is considered one of the most beautiful tourist destinations in the world.

It is also his ultimate goal, which means that he is about to spend a lot of time here.

But it has to be said that the scenery along the road is still quite beautiful, and the name of one of the most beautiful tourist destinations in the world does have its reasons.

The people I met along the way were either tourists or locals who came to visit, and even though the snow was heavy and the cold was pressing, it did not stop the enthusiasm of these tourists.

According to Father Diego, due to the role of the small town of Flåm as a transit station, the number of tourists from 172 different countries reaches hundreds of thousands every year, and even millions at the most.

So in order to keep a low profile, he simply asked the local clergy to arrange an inconspicuous minibus for their group, and repatriated Father Cameron and others who followed him.

But now, it seems that it is still not low-key enough.

Sensing the scary glances or curious glances of tourists or locals, Yorks glanced at his robe, which was so conspicuous that others could tell it to be a priest, but it didn't matter, he would play the role of a priest after today.

"Uncle York, are we staying here?"

Alesa's lazy voice came from behind her, and she had already stepped out of the car with Hannah, and behind her was Erin, who was like a mother.

"This church is so small." She yawned and said, with tears in her eyes, after spending a long time with humans, Alesa became more and more like a human.

"After all, it was built in the 16th century and is more than 500 years old."

With that, York looked at Father Diego, who was carefully accompanying him, and he knew that these people must have arranged everything a long time ago.

"Back to your Excellency, we've arranged a place for you to stay." Father Diego said, gesturing to a building behind him, just about ten paces away from the church.

It was a wooden villa dyed red on the outside, and it looked large at the foot of the hill, with its own front and back yards, and it was a little different from the houses on the street or the cabins, and the difference in size alone was very obvious.

"Hmm."

York gave John Wick and Healy, who were constantly looking around.

The two of them understood in seconds, and after bowing slightly, they went to the villa together to check in advance.

Seeing this, York turned around and stroked the top of Alesa's head and glanced at Hannah.

"Erin, you take them with you, too."

Erin nodded yes, gesturing to Alyssa and Hannah to follow.

"Ahh

Hannah yawned and looked at Yorks, "Father, then I'll take Alessa with me." ”

After staying up all night, and the daytime rush was too sleepy, she hadn't slept enough.

"Hmm."

York smiled and nodded, waved at Alesa, who was led by Hannah and turned back from time to time, before looking at the chapel in front of him, reaching out and pushing open the iron door, and walked in on his own.

Father Diego, who had been following him, and his deacon, hurriedly followed.

"I heard that this place is usually closed?" Yorks walked down the middle path, looking at the grass on both sides and the few tombstones that stood there, and said calmly.

"Yes, Lord Bishop York, for there are so many visitors." Father Diego replied.

"So in order to protect the state of this place, except for the ten days of the month, it is usually closed here."

York's face was unwavering, and he walked up to the wooden door of this small church that was more than 500 years old, and stretched out his hand to push it open.

In front of him was an unpretentious church, which was very simple compared to the churches he had seen.

There is not much decoration, even the glass window next to it is not colored, there is not much difference between ordinary and ordinary windows, and Yorkers can see that these two windows are not original, but specially adapted windows.

The stone walls are uneven and hung with a few candles.

One can imagine how the priests of the Middle Ages acted at night, walking in the dark with a lamp in hand.

He was sure that the Middle Ages must have been more chaotic than it is now.

Imagining that scene in his mind, York continued to walk down the middle aisle, and behind him were Father Diego and the others who accompanied him.

"When the time comes, pull me a piano." Yorks pointed to the clearing next to the high platform and said calmly.

"There's a kid who's coming here for an internship after the holidays."

Father Diego and his deacons looked at each other and nodded yes.

"Yes, Lord Bishop York, I'll start working on it tomorrow."

York pointed to the modern hanging lamps hanging from the ceiling.

"This lighting should also be changed, and try to make it as warm as possible to set off the atmosphere, such as the light of a candle lamp."

Father Diego silently wrote, "Yes, Lord Bishop of York, I have written it down. ”

York pointed to the rows of stools on either side again, "These need to be changed, I need a new row, otherwise I won't be able to sit so many people." ”

Father Diego still nodded yes, and in front of York, he was not in a position to refuse.

"Now that we've decided to open it, remember to bring the donation box as well." York's face didn't blush, his heart didn't beat.

"Sometimes accepting the donations of believers is beneficial to their psychological construction, because giving is actually equal to giving, so that God can know what they have done, and we can do things for believers wholeheartedly."

"Yes, Lord Bishop York." Father Diego said, his once calm voice finally fluctuating.

"I've written it down."

As for the change in Father Diego's voice, Yorks chose to ignore it, looking at the old decorations that were deliberately placed around to add a sense of age.

"Also, take back all these antiquities that seem to be expensive, so that someone doesn't have to do anything and break things."

Father Diego nodded yes, indicating that he understood.

For a time, under the instructions of York, this church with a history of more than 500 years has completely changed.

Everything that was used to add a sense of age was taken back into the library, and new ones were replaced with more modern decorations.

For example, beautiful curtains need to be hung on the side of the window, and the window needs to be recolored.

A new candle stand needs to be placed behind the raised platform to set off the atmosphere of the raised platform with lighting.

The uneven stone walls need to be hung with some oil paintings that metaphorically symbolize religion to add a bit of force to attract believers

"Give me the keys to the church, and go back and get ready." York looked at Father Diego and the others standing next to the minibus, and said very bluntly.

"There's no need to rush to prepare, there is time, but the transformation is done, remember to tell me."

"Yes"

Father Diego now had a rough idea of the character of the legendary bishop, and obediently handed over the master key carefully.

York took it and closed the iron door that separated tourists and locals himself, and fastened the lock that hung on it.

After doing this, York glanced at the side of the minibus, where Father Diego and the others were still standing quietly, not daring to move.

"Go back early, it's not too early, pay attention to safety on the road." Yorks knew that he was not leaving, and the clergy did not dare to go first, and as he spoke, he walked slowly towards the villa behind the church, where the lights had been turned on.

Behind him came the voices of Father Diego and others.

"Yes, Lord Bishop York."

Yorkes didn't look back, but reached out and waved.

(End of chapter)