American Variety: Scientific Exorcism

"Good evening."

Hearing the connection sound, Yorkshire spoke first.

"Old man, it's so late and you're still not asleep?"

Vatican.

The voice came from the mobile phone. After hearing this seemingly offensive words, the old man had already started to smile with his eyes narrowed.

"After listening to your story, I will sleep again. I am very curious about how you did it..."

Yorks smiled, put his hands on the back of his head, looked sideways at the night outside the window, and said with a relaxed smile.

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

"you say."

"How did you know that Sister Irene, the trainee sister, could help me?"

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

Hearing this sentence again, Yorks smiled.

"Sure enough, you must have communicated with God before you knew that Sister Erin, the trainee sister, could help me."

The old man smiled and said nothing, and did not respond properly. Yorkshire also did not take it seriously. He directly affirmed the fact that the old man had communicated with God, and continued.

"Old man, it's a coincidence that I was able to destroy the gate of hell with the help of God and his old man. Do you know what's going on?"

Thinking of the deep pit in the photo and the sacred remnants everywhere, the old man looked interested.

"The devil who wants to appear through the gate of hell, St. Kata Monastery, is too powerful. He is one of the seventy-two pillars of demons, the sixty-third blasphemer, the Marquis of the Snake Valak..."

A voice rang from the phone, and the old man looked at Cecil, who had been standing next to him.

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

York's nagging voice kept ringing.

"He is so powerful that I can't defeat Him. Guess what, the trainee nun you arranged is really a miracle. She helped me find the remaining holy artifact, the Blood of Jesus..."

The old man raised his eyebrows slightly, and the corresponding picture appeared in his mind, but the words that came from the phone the next second made him stunned.

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

Having made up such a paragraph to cover up the facts, Yorks has no psychological burden at all. He has done too much and has no feeling at all.

"The incarnation of God came and He just raised his hand and destroyed everything, including the gate to hell..."

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

"So it's not me, it's God."

As these words rang out, the church fell into silence for a while, and Yorks didn't hear the answer. He narrowed his eyes.

Silence passed for a few seconds.

"Have you really seen God? My child." The old man smiled brightly and asked seriously.

York's eyes remained calm.

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

"hehe."

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

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

"Good night, old man." York said indifferently, lying on the bed unchanged.

"Have a sweet dream."

"Good night, kid, I will."

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

"Cecil, did you hear what Yorkes said?"

Cecil lowered his head slightly.

"I heard it, Your Majesty."

The old man put his hands on the handle and forced himself up. Cecil quickly went over to support him.

"Your Majesty!"

Hearing the concern, the old man with all white hair smiled calmly.

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

Looking at the old man with a slightly bent spine, a trace of invisible sadness flashed across Cecil's face.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

………

"Oh, 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 was really repenting, especially after this mission, after he affirmed the existence of God. God is known as omnipotent and omnipresent, and he must know what he is doing now.

"Oh God,"

Yorkshire sat up straight, closed his eyes and clasped his fists.

"I regret to you, forgive me for using your name and telling a lie..."

"..."

As time passed, the night became darker and darker, leaving only the majestic priest, putting aside his previous childlike attitude, and was seriously repenting.

A night of silence.

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

Wearing a bishop's robe, Bishop Luofshan said with emotion as he looked at the majestic young priest in front of him and the nuns and deacons assigned to him for the first time.

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

Yorks, who had completed his daily tasks and decided to go back today, pursed his lips. He could feel the sadness in Bishop Rovshan'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 basically everywhere, so there are naturally many clergy there.

When assigned to the church they are in charge of, if there are no matters or arrangements from the headquarters, clergy such as priests or bishops will generally not move easily, let alone go abroad, and some will die in their own churches...

Thinking of this, Yorks smiled and said gently,

"Please take care of yourself, Bishop Rovshan, maybe in two years we can stand in that stand and enjoy the scenery again."

Because of this sentence, Bishop Rovshan remembered the previous conversation in the stands and smiled, wrinkles forming on his face.

"hehe."

The old man waved his hand to say goodbye, but his expression suddenly changed in the next second.

"Get out of here, I'll get a headache once I see you."

As soon as these words came out, the surrounding clergy looked at each other, as if they did not expect that the always kind Bishop Luofshan would have such a rude side.

"Goodbye, Bishop Rovshan."

York's smile remained unchanged, he made the sign of the cross, bowed his head to the old man, and then turned around.

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

As soon as the words fell, Irene, who had already woken up and said goodbye to the monastery, bowed her head to Bishop Rovshan and other clergymen, slipped the heavy backpack in her hand, and hurriedly followed the priest's footsteps.

It's still the bridge truck responsible for transportation.

Brother Isaacs 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 responsible for taking you to Bucharest International Airport, where we have arranged a personal plane for you."

"Um."

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

Erin took a breath silently and got into the back seat.

Yorks curled up his lips and looked at Brother Isaacs who had been waiting.

"Come on, Brother Isaacs."