Beauty Roundup: Scientific Exorcism

Chapter 125
"good evening."

Hearing the sound of connecting, Yorks spoke first.

"Old man, are you still awake at this late hour?"

Vatican.

The voice came from the mobile phone. Hearing this seemingly offensive words, the old man had already started to squint and smile.

"After listening to your story, I'll sleep again. I'm curious how you did it..."

Yorks smiled, put his hands on the back of his head, looked sideways at the night outside the window, and smiled easily.

"Old man, can I ask you a question before this?"

"You said."

"How did you know that Sister Irene can help me?"

The old man's smile remained unchanged, "This is the Lord's arrangement, Yorks."

Hearing this sentence again, Yorks smiled and said.

"Sure enough, you must have communicated with God, the old man, before you knew that trainee nun Irene could help me."

The old man smiled and said nothing, and did not respond properly. Yorks didn't take it seriously, and directly affirmed the fact that the old man had communicated with God, and continued.

"Old man, coincidentally, I was able to destroy the gates of hell, and I happened to rely on the power of God, his old man. Do you know what's going on?"

Thinking of the deep pits in the photo and the sacred remnants everywhere, the old man showed interest.

"The demon who wants to pass through the hell gate of Santa Cata Monastery is too powerful. He is one of the 72 demon gods, the blasphemer who ranks No. 60, the Marquis of the Snake Valak..."

The voice rang from the mobile phone, and the old man looked at Cecil who had been standing beside him.

Cecil shook his head, indicating that he didn't know about the devil.

Yorks' nagging voice kept ringing out.

"He's too powerful, I can't beat him, guess what, the trainee nun you arranged is really a stroke of God, she helped me find the remnant of the Holy Blood of Jesus..."

The old man raised his eyebrows slightly, and a corresponding picture appeared in his mind, but he was stunned by the words coming from the mobile phone in the next second.

"Then in order to defeat Valak and go to the stone chamber that seals the gate of hell, I drank the blood of Jesus."

For making up such a paragraph to cover up the facts, Yorks has no psychological burden at all. He has done too much, so he doesn't feel much.

"The incarnation of God came, and he just raised his hand and destroyed everything, including the gates of hell..."

The voice came from the mobile phone, and the old man and Cecil suddenly opened their eyes wide.

"So it's not me who did it, it's God his old man."

As these words sounded, the church fell into silence for a while, and Yorks didn't hear the answer, so he narrowed his eyes.

There was a few seconds of silence.

"Have you really seen God? Child." The old man asked seriously with a bright smile.

Yorks' gaze remained calm.

"Of course, all of this is God's arrangement."

"Ha ha."

The old man laughed again, looked up at the image of Jesus that had not changed for thousands of years, and agreed.

"Yeah, it's all God's arrangement, boy, thanks for your story, I should be able to sleep well tonight."

"Good night, old man." Yorks said indifferently while lying on the bed.

"Have a good dream."

"Good night, boy, I will."

As the old man said, he hung up the phone and continued to stare at the statue of Jesus above him with a smile on his face.

"Cecil, did you hear what Yorks said?"

Cecil bowed his head slightly.

"Understood, Your Majesty."

The old man put his hands on the handle and forced himself up, and Cecil hurried over to help him.

"Your Majesty!"

Hearing the worry in it, the old man with all white hair smiled lightly.

"I'm fine, Cecil, I'm very happy, because my choice is not wrong, and I have enough time to wait until the child's choice..."

Looking at the old man with a slightly curved spine, an invisible sadness flashed across Cecil's face.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

.........

"Hey, let's keep messing around."

Yorks, who also heard the hang-up prompt, shook his head and threw the phone aside.

Of course, he didn't forget to confess.

At least he is really confessing, especially after this mission, after he affirmed the existence of God, God claims to be omnipotent and omnipresent, and he must know what he has done now.

"Oh God,"

Yorks sat upright, closed his eyes and cupped his fists.

"I repent to you, forgive me for lying in your name..."

"..."

As time passed, the night became darker and darker, leaving only the burly priest, who put aside his childish attitude before, and was seriously confessing.

Silent all night.

The next day, a farewell took place in the sunlit Lutheran cathedral.

Wearing a bishop-level priestly robe, Bishop Rovesan looked at the majestic young priest in front of him and the nuns and deacons he had assigned for the first time, and said with emotion.

"Yorks, after this time, I really don't know when we will see each other again."

Yorks, who had already completed the daily fixed tasks and decided to go back today, pursed his lips. He could feel the sentimentality in Bishop Roveshan's words, and he also knew why.

The church in this parallel world is completely different from the church in the previous life. It is so powerful that it exists in almost every place, so there are naturally many clergymen underneath.
When they are assigned to the church they are in charge of, if there is nothing to do or the arrangement of the headquarters, the priests or bishops will generally not move easily, let alone go abroad, and some will just die of old age in their own church...

Thinking of this, Yorks smiled and said softly,
"Please take care of your health, Bishop Lovshan, maybe in two years we can stand on that stand again and enjoy the scenery."

Because of this sentence, Bishop Lovshan remembered the conversation in the stands before, and smiled, and the wrinkles on his face fit together.

"Ha ha."

The old man waved his hand to signal goodbye, and his face changed in the next second.

"Hurry up and get out, once I see you, I get a headache once."

As soon as these words came out, the accompanying clergymen looked at each other in blank dismay, as if they did not expect that Bishop Roveshan, who had always been kind, would have such a rude side.

"Goodbye, Bishop Lovshan."

Yorks smiled unchanged, crossed himself, bowed his head to the old man, and then turned around immediately.

"Come on, Erin, let's go home."

After the words fell, Irene, who had already woken up and bid farewell to the monastery, also bowed her head to Bishop Roveshang and other clergymen, then lifted the heavy backpack in her hand and hurriedly followed the priest's footsteps.

It is still the bridge car responsible for the transportation.

Brother Aesas was still in charge of driving in the front. He looked at the priest sitting in the back seat, thinking of the huge pit, and curiosity flashed deep in his eyes.

"Father Yorks, today I will be in charge of sending you to Bucharest International Airport, where we will arrange a personal plane for you."

"Ah."

Yorks responded indifferently, looked at Irene who was pulling the backpack and was about to sit in the back seat, and helped her pull the backpack over.

Erin took a breath inaudibly, and then sat in the back seat.

Yorks hooked his mouth, looked at Brother Aethas who had been waiting all this time, and said.

"Come on, Brother Aethas."

(End of this chapter)