York was momentarily silent as he looked at the disciplined and efficient killer before him.
It was clear that the killer had come specifically to express his apologies. In summary, he would compensate for the damage done to the church and take responsibility for eliminating the Grizzly Gang, the cause of all this trouble. This was indeed the style of a top assassin.
What more could he say? The important thing was, if there was no mission, he didn't plan to get involved in the killings among ordinary people. Mainly because bullying ordinary people was really uninteresting. York could only respond, "Alright, John, until next time."
"Hmm," John Wick nodded and slowly walked towards the door.
Just as he reached the door, a voice rang out from behind, making him instinctively pause.
"John! Don't die. If you really have nothing to do, come here and help out. I am still short of a few staff members."
John Wick's pupils contracted slightly. As a top assassin, he naturally had his own channels of information and was very clear about the church's strength.
Becoming an employee of the Pluto Church, which even Winston kept silent about and extremely avoided, was probably equivalent to a real life-saving talisman.
"Father, when did you start hiring people?"
Without turning back, York said indifferently, "I only had the idea recently. I just hired the first staff member today."
"Father, if there really comes a day, I will seriously consider it."
John Wick's tone was still unemotional and devoid of any feelings. After speaking, he left and disappeared from sight, decisive and straightforward from beginning to end, without any unnecessary words.
York sighed as he watched him leave. Since he entered the extraordinary world, the world of ordinary people had become distant for him.
"Sigh, I should go back."
York started to pack up, picked up his usual backpack, and leisurely left the church.
Before leaving for good, he remembered the state of the hall and casually hung a sign at the door saying "Out for Errands, Please Forgive Me" to prevent regular parishioners from waiting for him in vain.
Exorcism was a common occurrence, which was why he had made these signs like "Out for Several Days, Please Forgive Me," "Temporarily Occupied, Please Forgive Me," and so on...
The night passed without incident.
The next day, before York could prepare for a major shopping trip, he received a phone call from a truck driver.
"Hello, Father York, the goods Mr. Wick ordered for you have arrived. Please come and receive them."
"..."
According to the driver, the benches and some decorations for the church, necessary items that John Wick ordered for him in the morning, had now arrived at the church's doorstep.
York's mouth curled slightly, instinctively remembering the disciplined John Wick from last night.
This probably also meant that the killer had successfully annihilated the Grizzly Gang last night, though he wondered how many people had been killed...
"I'll be there in a moment, I'm on my way now."
"Alright, Father."
"..."
When he arrived at the church, two large trucks were parked conspicuously in front of the church's main entrance.
What was important was that around the trucks were some familiar parishioners and nearby residents helping to unload. They all knew about last night's incident and came to help voluntarily.
Without much thought, it was clear that some parishioners must have been waiting at the church door in the morning and then started calling friends to help when they knew about the trucks.
"Father York! You're here!"
"Good morning, Father York."
"..."
Seeing them, York's smile was bright.
"Good morning, everyone."
"..."
With the help of these enthusiastic parishioners, it didn't take long for the church to be renewed, showing no signs of yesterday's events.
To thank these parishioners, York led them in a rare Mass ceremony.
The Mass is one of the most important worship ceremonies in the church and a crucial way for parishioners to communicate with God, seek comfort, and guidance.
Although he found it troublesome and rarely did it.
The first step was his speech and leading everyone in worship.
Then, the parishioners took the opportunity to confess their sins and seek God's forgiveness or pray.
The second step was reading scriptures and singing hymns together, which was the parishioners' favorite part. Those who sang well always received enthusiastic applause. Even as parishioners, they are human and have their vanities.
The final step was the Eucharist, following the pattern of Jesus Christ's Last Supper, transforming bread and wine into the body and blood of Christ for the parishioners to receive.
This last step was the most harmonious moment, best for enhancing the interaction and fellowship among the parishioners.
Seeing their high spirits, York suspected that these parishioners must have formed a chat group behind his back.
However, before he could think more about it, a girl who sneaked in quietly and surreptitiously at the door caught all his attention.
Still wearing the red hoodie with a hood and shorts, radiating a youthful aura, holding a laptop, it was Haley, who wanted to face the psychopathic killer alone.
"What a brave little girl," thought York, noticing that Haley seemed to be looking for something. He excused himself to the parishioners and stood up to wave to her.
Meanwhile.
Haley, who was looking for a certain backstabbing priest, immediately noticed the waving priest, her eyes lighting up slightly.
............
In the lounge.
An adult and a child were staring at the laptop screen on the table.
"See, I told you, didn't I? This guy is a freak!" Haley pointed at the chat records on the screen.
At this moment, York's expression was extremely grim.
The chat records showed Haley's previous conversations with the pervert. Judging from the dates, it wasn't long ago.
Throughout the conversation, Haley played the role of a naïve Little Red Riding Hood, while the man played the role of a Big Bad Wolf, always subtly leading the conversation in another direction.
This direction precisely proved Haley's suspicion: the man was indeed a pervert with a penchant for children.
Haley didn't hear a response. She glanced at the priest, whose face seemed a bit unpleasant, and with a corner of her mouth hooked, as if in dissatisfaction, flipped to more explicit chats.
York noticed this and quickly grabbed the mouse from her hand, stopping her from scrolling further, and began to look at the latest dates.
"Child, I believe you, this is indeed a pervert, but this alone cannot prove that he is the murderer of your friend."
Haley seemed to understand this, her face turning colder, and said bluntly.
"So, I planned to do it alone, to find evidence myself."
As she said this, Haley prepared to close the laptop, but York had just scrolled to the most recent chat and instinctively stopped her, pointing to the chat box and frowning.
"You're planning to meet him tomorrow?"
Haley didn't intend to hide anything, pulling York's hand away and forcefully closing the laptop.
"Yeah! No one is helping me or believing me, so I have to do it myself."
Hearing her determined words, York's mouth twitched, about to say something, but he finally triggered a random mission.
[Random Mission Triggered] [Deal with the Pervert] [Help Haley find evidence] [Reward upon success: +1 Point]
[Accept the mission?]