Beauty Roundup: Scientific Exorcism

Chapter 438 Fromm Town

As soon as this guess came out, Yorks became more and more certain that the old man who had been in a coma had probably woken up.

Because this uncomfortable feeling is so familiar.

That is to say, he only appeared when the old man was secretly tricking him.

But when it comes to the bishops' conference, York can only press his own thoughts.

Because the bishops sitting in the Vatican are similar to the cabinet in the previous life.

All the bishops inside are cardinals, who are also famous cardinals. The group meetings they form are similar to the cabinet meetings in previous generations, and they even have the right to elect the pope.

On the surface, his status is much higher than that of the newly promoted bishop of the diocese, at least four steps higher.

So since it was a secret meeting, if he asked, it would be in vain.

"Irene, help me pay more attention." Yorks looked at Irene and said calmly.

Having said this, looking at the unkempt Hannah who was still sleeping soundly in bed in the three-dimensional picture, Yorks paused:
"Oh, by the way, remember to bring breakfast for Hannah. She slept late last night and may have stayed in bed again."

St. Mary's Church.

Erin signaled that she understood, got up and walked towards the back, one by one, to wake up Hannah and Alessa who were asleep and leaning against each other.

Looking at the two people who had been pulled up by Erin, Yorks shook his head and started to walk towards the front door. Accompanied by John Wick, Healy and the local priest Father Diego, he got off the minibus.

Looking at Hannah and Alessa who were still half asleep after being slapped awake by Irene, Yorks smiled.

A small town called Fromm welcomed an ordinary little bus. The little bus drove down a street and finally stopped in front of an equally ordinary church.

Bishop Giorgi nodded.

Behind the three are John Wick and Healy.

In his three-dimensional view, Irene and the others had been waiting for him outside for a long time, but before he could reach the halfway point, Bishop Giorgi's voice sounded from behind.

"Let's go! Let's leave now."

Erin nodded, indicating that she understood.

"Yorks."

"Bishop Giorgi."

"Eat. When we're done, we'll set off to see our church."

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

Irene was wearing a close-fitting divine robe and stood quietly. Next to her were Alessa who had already run towards him, and Hannah who yawned from time to time and looked bored.

"..."

As for John Wick and Healy, they were in the front and had already stood up to look over here.

"Yes, Lord Bishop."

Yorks smiled and nodded.

Hearing this, Yorkist took another look at Alessa who was beside her, devouring food and not listening to what was going on outside the window. A smile appeared on her face, and she felt in her heart that life could not be better than this, and nothing could be better than now.

"Amen."

Yorks looked at the old man sitting next to him and said.

When Eileen saw how serious her bishop was, she began to look serious. She said respectfully: "Yes, Your Majesty Bishop."

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

"Wish you a safe journey."

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"Thank you." Yorks smiled, strode away from the place, walked to the main entrance, and saluted the four guarding knights beside the door, and walked towards Eileen and others who were looking in front of them.

"Here we are, Lord Bishop York."

Seeing this, Yorks stood up, lowered his head to the old man, and strode outside.

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Especially for Hannah and Alessa, they were so bored halfway through that they took their tablets to play games together.

Suppressing Alessa's move to jump over, Yorks waved his hand and said with a smile.

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

York completed today's daily prayer task, opened his eyes, made the sign of the cross to the statue of Jesus in front of him, and said the final words.

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

At the signal of a priest who was about forty or fifty years old, Yorks looked away from the window and nodded, glanced at Irene and gave him a look.

Sognefjord in Bergen.

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

Yorks stopped and looked back. Bishop Giorgi had stood up and was looking at him.

"Goodbye," Yorkshire said gently.

What greeted us was calm mixed with noise.

Looking through the iron door in front of him and through the middle aisle, he saw a very ordinary and inconspicuous church.

Although the front area was nice, the church was even smaller than any of the churches he had overseen so far.

What's special is that this church is entirely made of stone. There are green lawns on both sides of the aisle, but there are several tombstones standing there.

In the three-dimensional view, there is no corpse in the ground. The so-called tombstone is probably just a memorial cemetery created by local people to commemorate the past priests of this small church.

If nothing else, it just tastes so right, and a medieval style immediately hits you.

However, this is the style here, and it is also one of the important factors attracting tourists.

Yorks glanced around subconsciously. Although the town was small, the fjord port over there docked a giant cruise ship that could carry 3000 people. This was a cruise ship specially arranged by the Kingdom of Norway for tourists.

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

In addition to these, there is also a small train station, which is probably the starting point of the famous Flåm Railway mountain train. According to the information he knows, it is said that the Flåm Railway is one of the steepest mountain railways in the world. It took the Kingdom of Norway 20 years to complete, and it is therefore known as a miracle project. It has now become Europe's top scenic railway.

On the other side, there is a spacious camping site where many tourists come in RVs.

Beyond that is a large farm.

So even though it was already evening, in a small town with only about a thousand people, there were still some tourists wandering around the streets. The important thing was that there were quite a few people, including all races.

Seeing the surprised looks from passers-by, Yorks looked away, and information about this town naturally emerged in his mind.

The town of Flåm is a small village with a population of less than 1000 people in the Sognefjord region of Norway. It is hidden in the embrace of mountains on three sides and is located in the deepest part of the Aurlandsfjord, but it is recognized as the most beautiful in the world. one of the tourist destinations.

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

But I have to say that the scenery along the road is quite beautiful. 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. Even though there was heavy snow on the mountain and the cold air, it did not stop the enthusiasm of these tourists.

According to Father Diego, due to the role of Flåm as a transfer station, the number of tourists from 172 different countries who come to Flåm every year reaches hundreds of thousands, and sometimes even reaches one million. value.

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

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

Feeling the glances and curious glances from tourists and locals, Yorks glanced at his robe. His robe was so conspicuous that others could tell he was a clergyman, but it didn't matter. , after today he will play the role of a priest.

"Uncle Yorks, do we live here?"

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

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

"After all, the church was built in the 16th century and has a history of more than 500 years."

After saying that, Yorks looked at Father Diego who was carefully accompanying him. He knew that these people must have arranged everything long ago.

"Go back to the bishop, we have arranged a place for you." Father Diego said, pointing to a building behind, only about ten steps away from the church.

It was a villa made of wood that was dyed red on the outside. It was located at the foot of the mountain and looked very big. It had its own front yard and backyard. It was a little different from the houses or cabins on the street, just in terms of scale. There is a very obvious difference in size.

"Ah."

Yorkshire sent a look to John Wick and Healy who kept looking around.

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

Seeing this, Yorks turned back and stroked Alessa's head, and glanced at Hannah.

"Eileen, take them there too."

Erin nodded in agreement and motioned to Alessa and Hannah, asking them to follow.

"what."

Hannah yawned and looked at York, "Father, then I will take Alessa there."

After staying up all night, and being too sleepy from running around during the day, she still hadn't gotten enough sleep.

"Ah."

Yorks smiled and nodded, waving to Alessa who was being led by Hannah and looking back from time to time. Then he looked at the chapel in front of him, stretched out his hand to push open the iron door, and walked in on his own.

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

"I heard that this place is usually closed?" Yorks said calmly as he walked on the path in the middle, looking at the grass on both sides and the several tombstones standing there.

"Yes, Lord Bishop York, because there are too many tourists coming and going." Father Diego replied.

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

With a calm expression on his face, Yorks walked to the wooden door of this small church with a history of more than 500 years, stretched out his hand and pushed it open.

What stood before his eyes was an unpretentious church. Compared with the churches he had seen, this church was very simple.

There is not much decoration, and even the glass windows next to them have no colors. They are ordinary and there is not much difference from ordinary windows. Yorks can tell that these two windows are not originally there, but have been specially modified. windows.

The stone walls are uneven, with a few candlelights hung on them.

You can imagine how the priests in the Middle Ages acted at night, walking around in the dark with a lamp in their hand, running around.

He was sure that the Middle Ages must have been even more chaotic than they are now.

Imagining the turbulent scene in his mind, York continued walking in the middle aisle, followed by Father Diego and others.

"When the time comes, bring me a piano." Yorkes pointed to the open space next to the high platform and said calmly.

"There is a child who is coming here for an internship after the holidays."

Father Diego and his deacons looked at each other and nodded in agreement.

"Yes, Lord Bishop York, I will start making arrangements tomorrow."

Yorkes pointed to several modern hanging lamps hanging from the ceiling.

"The lighting also needs to be changed. Try to use warm light that can enhance the atmosphere, such as the flame of a candle light."

Father Diego wrote it down silently, "Yes, Bishop York, I have already written it down."

Yorks pointed to the benches on both sides again, "These need to be replaced too. I need brand new benches, otherwise we won't be able to seat so many people."

Father Diego still nodded yes. In front of York, he had no right to refuse.

"Since we have decided to open up, remember to bring the donation box as well." York's face was not red and his heart was not beating.

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

"Yes, Lord Bishop York." Father Diego said, his originally calm voice finally wavering.

"I've noted it down."

Regarding the change in Father Diego's voice, Yorks chose to ignore it and looked at the old decorations deliberately placed around him to add a sense of age.

"Also, take back all these expensive-looking antiques to prevent anyone from damaging them."

Father Diego still nodded in agreement, indicating that he understood.

For a time, under York's instructions, this church with a history of more than 500 years was completely changed.

All things used to add a sense of age were taken back to the warehouse, and new ones were replaced while more modern decorations were added.

For example, exquisite and gorgeous curtains need to be hung next to the windows, and the windows need to be re-dyed with colors, etc.

New candle holders need to be placed behind the high platform to use lights to enhance the atmosphere of the high platform.

The uneven stone walls need to be hung with some metaphorical oil paintings to add a touch of style to attract the believers who come in.
"Give me the key to the church, and then go back and prepare." Yorks said bluntly, looking at Father Diego and others standing next to the minibus.

"There is no need to rush to prepare. There is plenty of time, but once the transformation is completed, remember to tell me."

"Yes"

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

Yorks took it and closed the iron gate that separated tourists and locals, and locked the lock hanging on it.

After completing this step, Yorks glanced at the side of the minibus. Father Diego and others were still standing quietly, not daring to move.

"Go back early, it's getting late, be careful on the road." Yorks knew that if he didn't leave, these clergymen wouldn't dare to leave first. As he said this, he walked slowly towards the villa behind the church that had turned on the lights.

Behind him came the voices of Father Diego and others.

"Yes, Lord Bishop York."

Yorks didn't look back and waved with his hand.

(End of this chapter)