Ed and Drew finally had some idea and subconsciously looked towards Elis.
Elis nodded, "This family has been troubled and tormented by the supernatural because some spirits smelled the scent of Dalton's body. That's why they started to appear in this family. These evil spirits all intend to possess Dalton's soulless body because they too crave life, wishing to live again in another way, to be reborn in the world.
So, some of the supernatural incidents caused by mediums, no matter if they move houses or flee the country to go abroad, they will still be troubled by evil spirits."
Hearing this, Ed exhaled softly, recalling many past cases.
Only Lorraine looked towards Elis, "What does this have to do with Josh? What are you trying to tell us?"
Elis calmly said, "Josh also had the talent of a medium when he was a child, which is also the way his child Dalton awakened."
This statement stunned everyone present, as they had not expected this connection.
Elis sighed, "That was the first case I handled. The group of evil spirits entangling Josh had a very powerful entity which I couldn't deal with. I could only use trance hypnosis to seal Josh's abilities and erase his related memories."
At this, the Warren couple finally understood why Elis wanted to register at the church while also seeking their help.
Lorraine pursed her lips, "Mrs. Elis, are you afraid that you will encounter that evil spirit again?"
Elis looked at the Warrens, nodded earnestly, and did not hide it:
"Yes, it's all very coincidental. Since Josh's child Dalton is showing the same symptoms, then that powerful evil spirit must exist. This is my premonition. You and I are mediums, and we both clearly know the power of fate, and how the premonitions of people like us do not appear abruptly."
Lorraine sighed and nodded in agreement.
"If that's the case, I hope you can give us more details. Ed and I never fight unprepared."
"Of course." Elis smiled, hearing the meaning in her words—the Warren couple agreed to help.
So the old lady was indeed very happy. This time there was hope to be registered by the church, and they found strong support.
Knowing Lorraine's family background is very strong. Her family itself is an old exorcism family in the industry, and moreover, someone who had been a bishop before, and apparently had some friendly relations with the legendary Bishop York.
Thinking of this, Elis then took out a piece of paper from her handbag, covered with a thick black coating, the center was a guy painted in even darker black, his face entirely in red.
What was more terrifying was the eyes on it, bottomless as if they could absorb everything like a black hole, and those spider-leg-like, extremely thin nails.
All these traits presented a solemn look on the faces of the experienced Warren couple and Drew.
Ed subconsciously took the paper, saying gravely, "Is this the very powerful evil spirit you spoke of?"
If one could feel the pressure from just the paper, then the pressure and fear in reality when actually encountering it could increase many times.
"Yes." Elis also stared at the paper, her eyes solidifying as if recalling.
"It's powerful enough to make its own kind feel fear."
Upon hearing this, Drew shrugged, his voice slightly changing.
"To make equally ferocious kin feel fear, this must be a very formidable fellow."
Ed handed the paper that had been stored for many years to Lorraine, calmly saying, "It seems we need to register this matter in the church."
Lorraine, looking at the portrait of the evil spirit on the paper and also feeling its strength, nodded, "Of course, and we need to make more preparations. If possible, I hope to bring something given to us by Bishop York."
Hearing this, Ed nodded seriously.
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Sunlight streamed through the clouds, falling on the earth, bringing a mysterious and romantic aura to the new day.
In a villa bathed in sunlight.
The man lying in bed opened his eyes on time, without any delay typical of sleeping in, his face radiant as if freshly washed.
"Better just keep it up."
Bishop York thought for a moment and decided to maintain his usual habits, walking into the bathroom to get ready.
But, compared to his previous life as a priest, now that he had become a bishop, he had a bit more leisurely air about him.
Rest meant rest, so Bishop York ignored his neatly prepared clerical robes, opting for ordinary clothing instead.
He had just hung the truly sacred cross, which had been placed on the table, back around his neck when Bishop York seemed to notice something and smiled knowingly.
Compared to his previous solitary internships, including his time as a priest, there were now three companions with him.
In the past, the living room was lifeless, but now it was lively with three people.
John Wick, including Erin, and
Hilary.
All three had chosen to wear ordinary clothes just like him.
John Wick and Hilary had seen ordinary attire before, nothing unusual, but Erin looked somewhat endearing.
Like a girl who hasn't grown up yet or hasn't left school, like a college student.
Overall, Erin's new look was quite striking. Not just for a bishop, but even John Wick and Hilary looked surprised.
"Indeed, clerical robes do tend to age one, plus there are other enhancements." Bishop York shook his head and headed towards the door.
"Returning to ordinary life once in a while is quite nice."
Bishop York smiled and walked out to the living room.
"Bishop York." This was John Wick, greeting him formally.
"Good morning."
"Bishop York, you're awake." This was Hilary's greeting.
"Bishop York, your place is here." This was Erin's voice, but she sounded a bit nervous, perhaps worried her attire was a bit unusual.
Listening to their greetings, Bishop York nodded in acknowledgment, glanced at the food on the table like stir-fried noodles, and orange chicken covered in sweet and sour syrup, then sat down at his place.
"I guess this is Erin's doing again."
This was said because the food on the table was all modified Chinese food. After all, although Chinese food tastes great, many Westerners aren't accustomed to the heavier flavors.
So, once Chinese food becomes popular abroad and is well-received, it usually has been adapted, and the flavors changed. To a Chinese person, it's not authentic at all.
Importantly, only Erin would make these especially for him, knowing he liked Chinese food.
So his food was different from John Wick, Hilary, and Erin's.
John Wick was just nibbling on an ordinary sandwich, Hilary had chocolate sauce on waffles, and even Erin had a salad and milk with cereal.
"Of course, I made it first thing in the morning for you." Hilary glanced at Erin, who was silent but clearly very nervous, and spoke.
"How sumptuous." Bishop York smiled and looked at Erin.
"Thank you, Erin."
As he spoke, and as she shook her head trying to say something, he glanced at her collegiate attire and complimented her.
"Also, you look very pretty today. In my opinion, these clothes suit you much better than those unattractive clerical robes."
With that, Erin could only hold back what she was about to say, coughing softly and taking a small sip of her cereal-infused milk.
As the legendary bishop's most important assistant, she found herself at a loss for words.
"Hey."
Hilary interjected with a hey, digging into the waffles in front of him, the more he ate, the more vigorous he got, while John Wick remained as calm as ever.
Erin couldn't help but glare at Hilary.
For a moment, this scene played out at the breakfast table.
Bishop York just smiled and began eating the food in front of him, picking up the documents that had already been placed there, letting his own vicar engage in their little skirmish, and started reading the documents in front of him.
Without asking, he knew what the documents were about.
They were definitely prepared by Erin, involving developments in the live broadcasting matter and some arrangements within the church, along with matters concerning him.
Having spent so much time with the little nun, they had a certain tacit understanding.
The live broadcasting matter was just that, uncontrollable, one could only choose another path.
Cooperating with the official, inappropriate comments and widely broadcast accounts were to be closed or banned.
As for those affected by this event, they were to be heavily compensated, striving for an effect of sealing lips.
And the media were strictly forbidden from reporting these events, those who broadcasted secretly would bear significant consequences.
In the near future, the officials would also unleash some big moves, like a celebrity drug scandal, or some political scandal, drawing all the attention away.
Over time, the impact of the live broadcast event would gradually lessen, becoming a topic of conversation at dinner tables or gatherings.
This was the power of the church in a world with the supernatural and demons, suppressing everything like a colossus.
Moreover, with such a world-altering rift present, the church's status was truly transcendent.
This was entirely different from the previous world.
Each universe has its own background. In the rotting world, it was the sanitation department, in the chaos world, it was the sacrificial management bureau.
After skimming through the follow-ups, Bishop York had some ideas and continued to eat the sweet and sour chicken while looking at the next document.
This time, his expression turned more serious.
Because the Council of Bishops intended to open up some normally controlled matters and truths.
"It seems the faithful are about to have a wave of climax." Bishop York glanced at it and remarked.
The sound caught the attention of the others.
"Probably going to start counter
attacking those who don't believe in the existence of demons." Hilary put down the last piece of waffle, picking up the milk and continued.
"After all, many believers seem somewhat pathological to ordinary people."
Erin looked towards her bishop, saying nothing.
Bishop York just chuckled, not expressing any opinion on the statement, and continued reading, but still said something.
"Everyone's spiritual reliance is different, what's important is to have your own thinking and views."
"Bishop, what's your spiritual reliance?" Hilary curiously asked.
"Me?" Bishop York actually thought about it seriously, but really couldn't think of anyone. His mindset was still dominated by his previous life, so he had always been...
"Have you ever heard a saying?" Bishop York looked at the three and smiled.
"Bishop, what is it?" Compared to the other two, Hilary was livelier and bolder.
"If heaven cannot accommodate all desires, I command my life, not heaven."
Bishop York said lightly, "It's up to us to act. If someone can give me everything I desire, then I would consider him my spiritual reliance."
This statement stunned the three into silence.
Because this statement, combined with the bishop's identity, seemed too contradictory and somewhat blasphemous.
Hilary stared at their bishop, bowing his head in thought.
John Wick maintained his usual demeanor.
Erin, silent, looked at her bishop with a calm face, her expression becoming resolute.
The table fell silent for a moment, but Bishop York didn't care much about the statement, believing the three would have their own thoughts. So, he didn't mind their expressions, picked up another piece of chicken to eat, and continued looking at the documents.
The documents Erin specifically organized were just so much, oh yes, and also about some of his matters.
Since Los Angeles was short-staffed, the clergy originally supporting Los Angeles from New York, like Father Archibald who had been managing the Pluto Church, couldn't return for the time being.
So, the Pluto Church was currently unmanned.
Reading this, Bishop York was somewhat speechless.
This excuse probably was just that, an excuse. It seemed everyone in the church knew he had returned, so...
"It should be Robert's time to open the door by now." Bishop York put down all the documents and spoke.
"Yes," Erin responded from the side.
Hearing this, Hilary came to his senses and asked, "Bishop, what are you planning to do next? You're not really planning to rest, are you?"
Bishop York took a bite of the stir-fried noodles and calmly replied, "Of course I'm really going to rest."
Hilary was stunned.
"Of course, that doesn't mean I won't do anything."
Bishop York added this sentence, looking at Erin, "Tell Bishop Romulus to send a priest down to help us for a few days. Before that, we need to confirm the date of that Saxton boy's wedding."
Erin nodded seriously, "Yes, bishop."
"What about me, what about me, bishop?" Hilary interjected.
Bishop York paused his action of picking up a piece of chicken, sending a more speechless gaze.
"Now that you're back, don't you think about going to see old Mac? You haven't been home for a long time, have you? I'll give you a holiday this time."
"Cough!" Hilary coughed dryly, somewhat embarrassed.
"Alright, bishop."
Just then, unexpectedly, John Wick spoke up, "Bishop York, what should I do?"
Hilary and Erin immediately looked at John Wick, who had simply finished his breakfast.
Bishop York also looked at John Wick, speaking calmly, "John, are you sure you really want to join the church? You must know that once you join the church, it's like leaving a mark in hell. You're destined not to have a peaceful life like ordinary people, and it won't be so free either. All your actions must conform to the behavioral norms set by the church."
Saying this, Bishop York calmly added, "You need to think it over. Joining the church is like drawing a line between you and the world of ordinary people."
John Wick took a deep breath and looked seriously at the bishop, nodding, "Bishop, I've thought it over. I'm willing. I want to atone for the things I've done before."
Bishop York seriously looked at John Wick for a few seconds, then smiled, "Alright, today I'll perform the baptism ceremony for you, accepting your confession."
John Wick slightly bowed his head, his usually silent face showing some change, obviously this matter held a significant place in his heart.
Hilary and Erin exchanged glances, silent.
They both knew from the moment their bishop spoke these words, this seemingly famous legendary assassin was about to join their team.
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