The end of a major event often brings calm.
York handed over all the follow-up work to the Thai officials and took a helicopter towards Bangkok.
He was responsible for completion, not for the aftermath.
At this moment, York wasn't thinking about the demon, nor was he reminiscing about the battle or reviewing it.
Instead, he suddenly thought about the fervent yet covert demeanor of those monks.
"It doesn't matter."
York shook his head, sitting in the helicopter, organizing the gains from this time.
Besides breaking the two hundred mark in mental/spiritual attributes,
There was also the expansion and change of the three-dimensional diagram.
The distance expanded from fifty meters to one hundred meters, but he found the three-dimensional diagram had changed its appearance.
It was as if the diagram started to have specific forms, like drawing the outline with lines and squares before enriching the details to form human structures, and so on.
The evolution of the three-dimensional diagram followed a similar process, from a concept of size without facial features to one with defined appearances.
This meant he no longer needed to rely on the size of a figure to identify someone. From now on, as long as someone passed within his one hundred meters range, he would know who it was.
"This is a significant change."
York's eyebrows slightly raised, feeling as if this skill was like scanning?
"Could this skill evolve to see through the human body clearly, to see all the meridians and components inside?"
York speculated about the future, thinking that the three-dimensional diagram could evolve to this extent.
"If it evolves to this point." York felt like he had a god's view, watching everything within a hundred meters around him.
"I could instantly find the enemy's weakest point,
Besides the three-dimensional diagram, there's…"
York immersed himself in the sea of consciousness, in the world he created, there was a star-like light point.
This light point appeared out of nowhere in the sea of consciousness, puzzling him, feeling like a seed that needed watering.
The rotating light point made York feel that once it broke open, he would surely gain something.
After all, this was a change brought about after breaking the two hundred mark.
"The rest remains the same, if there's any change, it's that the quality has become better."
Considering the enhancement of his power, York looked down.
The helicopter had already flown to the edge of the city.
"Father, where do you want to go?"
Hearing the pilot's question, York knew he had two places he could go, he chose the Holy Ascension Catholic Cathedral.
No particular reason, he wanted to report to Bishop Richard, then return directly to America.
Due to the time difference, it was morning in America, so by the time he returned, it would be evening.
He hadn't forgotten the wedding he promised to officiate, he had to fulfill his promise no matter what.
However, York didn't expect to be turned away when he returned to the cathedral.
"Father York."
Father Daniel, looking tired, hurried to the church and said:
"This is something Bishop Richard asked me to give you."
York, having tidied up and cleaned himself, sat on the bench listening to the daily tasks just completed, glanced at Father Daniel, and silently took the envelope handed to him.
"Is Bishop Richard alright?"
Father Daniel just shook his head, under his gaze, nodded slightly as a gesture, and then left the church.
York remained silent, continuing to sit in place, opening the envelope.
As he unfolded it, he pulled out a document that made his eyes twitch.
It was a document approved by Bishop Richard.
The gist of it was: "Approval of his priesthood promotion."
The promotion of a priest's priesthood is self-explanatory.
He was to go from Father York to Bishop York.
"…"
York, holding the document, was speechless for a moment.
Now he finally understood what Bishop Romulo meant by the assessment.
"It turns out this was about the bishop's assessment; indeed, a bishop is not subject to many restrictions, and those past complaints are nullified in this moment…" York said wryly.
"I wondered why it was so coincidental, no wonder Gabriel wanted me to go back to see the old man, turns out it was to promote me."
At that moment, York thought of Gabriel.
The world is so large, the position of a bishop is limited, someone joining means someone else has to leave, and the closest to retirement in the bishop's circle he knew of was the old man Gabriel.
"Backstabbing is not played like this." York helplessly took out his phone, directly calling Gabriel.
"At least ask for my opinion, after my consent."
For some reason, he also thought of the old man who stood above tens of thousands.
But he only liked being a recluse in a corner, a salted fish father, not keen on being a high bishop managing a diocese.
It wasn't fear, but as the saying goes, the greater the responsibility and ability, the greater the responsibility.
Once he became a bishop, though seemingly free and unrestricted, from now on, he would have to consider and be responsible for the stability of the entire diocese, not just casually managing Pluto Church.
He would take on the management and preaching responsibilities of the church.
The phone rang, and as expected, it was rejected.
Gabriel refused his call, doing it openly, without fear of him guessing anything.
York stared at the phone in silence, knowing from now on, whether he leaves the church or not, whether he agrees or not, he must be promoted to bishop.
In fact, as York expected, far away at the headquarters, Gabriel put down the phone, looking at the big screen just set up in front of him.
One by one, old faces appeared on the screen.
When the screen gradually shrunk, the number of people made it dense, Gabriel then spoke calmly.
"You must have received the information I sent."
"…"
"York's capabilities and achievements are evident to all, now begin voting, regardless of the result, it will be conveyed to His Holiness Gregory…"
As Gabriel's calm words fell, many voices began to sound from the huge screen.
"Agree."
"Agree."
"Abstain."
"Abstain."
When there were only agrees and abstains, no disagrees.
After some time, the final result was tacitly agreed upon.
York's priesthood was promoted to bishop from now on.
For this result, Gabriel wasn't surprised.
His Holiness's choice and his recommendation, along with York's many achievements that shut everyone up, it would have been strange if he hadn't succeeded.
Gabriel picked up a document with a photo on the desk, the pit at the Saint Kata Monastery, under the influence of the residual sanctity, was already showing signs of becoming a sacred lake.
The process is unknown, but the result is enough to silence everyone, including him.
The church has many standards and types, among them, a very special type of church is known as a cathedral.
This type of church is not related to its size or administrative status, but to special circumstances.
Generally, churches that can become cathedrals often have to do with saints.
Because they contain traces left by saints.
Among these traces, besides other relics, there's the existence of a sacred lake.
Meaning…
Gabriel couldn't help but stop his thoughts from spreading, the more he knew, the deeper he thought, he became somewhat afraid of how to face York, also afraid of his own changes.
"Even the old man won't answer the call, does this mean he's agreed?"
York, carrying his backpack, boarded the return flight, unaware of Gabriel's troubles, because he had his own worries.
He didn't know how to face the upcoming notice.
Now, he only had two options: leave the church or accept.
But under the influence of his consciousness and emotions, the scale was slowly tipping towards acceptance.
It's undeniable, the church in this parallel world indeed resembles the organization he admires.
It gives him the feeling that, despite the world being in shambles, there's always someone patching it up.
That someone is the church.
He has observed and walked this path, whether it's any priest or bishop, they all carry a benevolent, willing to give mentality.
Although there are flaws, and partly because some aim for their version of heaven, at least the majority of the clergy are genuinely working.
Thinking of this, York starts to question his initial positioning.
Why? For strength? For survival? For the priest's persona? Or for the mission?
"So what exactly are you?"
York lay back in his seat, staring at the virtual window in front of him, as if speaking to it.
Unfortunately, the system did not respond.
It was as if he was questioning himself.
"Let it be, as usual, go with the flow, and adapt as necessary."
York was silent for a moment, closing his eyes to feel the sensation of the jet taking off.
In the three-dimensional diagram, the jet ascended into the sky, quickly leaving Thailand behind, heading straight for America.
After the jet had left.
Father Daniel put away his phone, turned to Bishop Richard, who had been tirelessly keeping track of York from the moment he arrived in Thailand, and said softly.
"Bishop, Father York has left."
Saying this, Father Daniel also shared the recently acquired photos and results with the silent bishop in front of him.
He noticed that from the moment Father York arrived in Thailand, the bishop had been continuously concerned about Father York's safety, even though he was verbally harsh, as if…
Father Daniel felt something odd but couldn't pinpoint it, just continuing.
"This is the trace left by Father York after the battle, confirming that the light sphere indeed was caused by Father York."
Bishop Richard took it, silently observing the photos. Even though his vision was still blurry, he could see from the original comparison that the landscape in the photos had drastically changed.
Just by looking at the photos, seeing the two adjacent pits, Bishop Richard handed all the documents back to Father Daniel.
"Buy this land."
Father Daniel did not doubt, simply nodding in response.
"Yes, Bishop."
"After purchasing, no one is allowed to enter this land." Bishop Richard ignored Father Daniel's surprised and puzzled look, continuing calmly.
"York's priesthood has been promoted, only the inauguration ceremony is left, from now on you should call him Bishop York…"
Saying this, Bishop Richard, regardless of what Father Daniel thought, looked towards America, as if he could see the jet speeding away.
"Go and get things done." The old man said.
…
Time is the eternal motion and continuous, sequential manifestation of matter.
This complex and abstract concept always passes, governing the changes in the human world.
One of these changes is after an eight to nine-hour flight without transfers, York arrived at Kennedy International Airport in America just as the sun was preparing to set, casting its last rays.
This airport is the closest to Pluto Church.
York, carrying his backpack, stepped out of the cabin, onto the stairs, and couldn't help but look towards the setting sun.
The time difference made him experience two nights in a row.
"I wonder how Eileen will arrange the wedding stage, not to mention her, even Pluto Church is hosting a wedding for the first time."
"And Mrs. Camille…"
The go-with-the-flow York was already thinking about what to do next.
At least, he still didn't know how to explain Saxton's situation to Mrs. Camille.
It's not like he could say: Saxton and his girlfriend Emilia were lucky to survive, their injuries were so severe they're being treated in Thailand and can't be moved until conditions allow.
"Never mind, why worry so much, for ordinary people to survive a Class VII supernatural event without dying is already lucky."
York walked into the car designated for pickup, while dialing Mrs. Camille's number, choosing to be straightforward.
He didn't hide anything, the severity of the situation, the condition of the people, he told everything.
In the end, Mrs. Camille was extremely grateful, anxious to fly to Thailand to see her son.
"…"
After hanging up, York finally relaxed completely.
Sinking into the car seat, letting the high-quality material wrap around his broad back.
"Father York, ahead is the detour, do you want to return to Pluto Church, or?"
Hearing the question from Brother Kenny in the driver's seat, who had been responsible for picking him up before,
York suddenly remembered Bishop Romulo. Technically, since the mission was given by Bishop Romulo, he, as a priest, should report back, but after some thought, York eventually said resignedly:
"Nowhere, just take me home, Brother Kenny."
He just wanted to get a good night's sleep.
Even though he was wide awake.
"Yes, Father York."
After Brother Kenny responded, he redirected the car towards Father York's home.
Seeing this, York slowly closed his eyes, but couldn't help but complain to himself.
"Just completed a big mission, yet can't feel happy at all."
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