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Chapter 124 - Chapter 124: A New Event

The car, unremarkable and plain on the outside but revealing its luxury within, slowly started up.

Arriving alone but returning with an extra person.

This was York's first time being assigned a steward nun, and he found it quite interesting.

Sister Irene, a novice nun, was like a blank canvas, allowing him to apply various colors at will. He wondered if this was also something the old man had intentionally arranged.

York was undoubtedly satisfied with Irene.

Leaning back, York comfortably shifted his position and began to deal with the 0.5 attribute points he had acquired today.

Without any hesitation, he continued to add them to his spirit, ensuring it could keep pace with his magic.

[Point Allocation Successful] [Spirit increased from 131 to 131.5]

Hearing the prompt, York closed his eyes, resting in meditation. Although the sensation from the 0.5 points was minimal, it was not entirely absent.

"Irene, let me know when we arrive."

Irene sneaked a glance at the priest beside her.

"Okay, Father."

New York.

Pluto Church.

Plain and simple, and sometimes even without the priest around, it always had a stream of believers coming and going, an endless flow.

As one person leaves, another arrives to fill the space.

The first employee, Robert, was wiping the floor-to-ceiling windows next to the wall while watching the believers scattered across the benches, feeling a sense of pride and satisfaction.

Having worked for several days, he had learned a bit about the church and met some of the regular believers.

Through conversations, he found that most of the believers had some connection with Father York.

For instance, Mrs. Mosan mentioned that her daughter, Sarah, had once been possessed by a demon, and it was Father York who personally saved her.

This made Mrs. Mosan extremely grateful, and as Robert had seen, the amount of money she put into the donation box was considerable.

There were also some new believers, who, although they seemed reluctant to share, Robert keenly noticed that these well-dressed, seemingly affluent believers also showed gratitude when mentioning Father York.

Though they didn't stay as long as the older believers, their contributions were significantly generous.

"Looks like Father York has done some good deeds again, just like with Mrs. Mosan," Robert said with a smile on his face.

As someone who had been saved by Father York, he loved hearing stories about the priest and seeing how grateful people were to him.

Not for any reason in particular, but because it made him happy for the priest and lifted his spirits...

"Goodbye, Robert." A voice sounded beside him.

Robert quickly stopped wiping and looked in the direction of the voice.

An elderly person holding a handbag was standing there, smiling at him.

This was a regular praying believer, someone who could sit there for a long time, often complaining to him about Father York not conducting mass or other activities she liked, and how he was always disappearing, making it hard to find him.

Robert didn't know how to respond, but in their conversations, Mrs. Asha still showed a high regard for Father York, saying that he was a priest she could trust.

"Goodbye, Mrs. Asha," Robert replied with a smile.

The elderly lady smiled, picked up her handbag, and slowly walked out of the church.

After watching her leave, Robert resumed his wiping, working efficiently.

"Keep it up, Robert!"

He was determined to present a renovated church to the priest upon his return.

Time passed.

Suddenly, the voices of children rose.

"Daddy!"

"Daddy! We're here!"

"..."

Robert, who was almost done wiping, instinctively looked over and saw his wife standing at the door, with their children excitedly running towards him, his face breaking into a radiant smile.

"Hey!"

Robert threw the towel into the bucket below, picked up his youngest and third daughters, one in each arm, and walked towards his wife.

It was thanks to Father York's intervention that his eldest and second daughters could go to school and his family had a place to live.

"What delicious things did you make today?"

"Pasta, sandwiches, salad!"

"Wow, all my favorites!"

Hearing his youngest daughter's crisp voice, Robert smiled and approached his wife.

"Let's eat outside."

Beth also had a smile on her face, nodding as she followed him outside, quietly asking.

"Has Father York not returned yet?"

"No."

Robert shook his head, leading them to their usual dining corner, setting down his two daughters to play.

Hearing the answer, Beth silently reserved Father York's favorite portion for later, then set up her husband's preferred lunch.

"It's okay, I can save Father York's portion for tonight."

Robert smiled, taking the fork his wife handed him and began devouring the pasta eagerly.

Beth's smile returned as she sat down in front of her husband.

Like her husband, she was grateful to Father York, regretting that the priest had been absent for the past day or two, making it hard for her gratitude to be expressed.

Robert seemed to sense this, patting his wife's hand as he continued to eat hungrily.

Time passed, and Robert, holding a lunchbox, looked towards his two daughters playing happily under a big tree, his face full of happiness.

But a girl hesitating near the entrance, unsure whether to enter, caught his attention.

With short hair, dressed in boys' clothing, including a hoodie and simple jeans.

Robert quickly remembered this hesitant girl as the one who cautiously asked him about the priest's presence yesterday.

Beth also noticed the situation at the door.

"Who is that child?"

"I don't know, she's new around here, but it seems she needs Father York's help for some problem."

Recalling yesterday's incident, Robert put down the lunchbox and stood up, heading towards the door.

"I'll go check."

...

"Will they think I'm crazy?"

"But that dream felt so real!"

"I must believe in what I saw with my own eyes!"

Standing at the door, Bridget looked at the old church battered by wind and rain, still undecided.

As someone who prides herself on being at the forefront of trends, this was not a position she wanted to be in, for fear of being ridiculed by her peers.

She also believed in a world governed by science, but recent events had left her feeling strange and scared.

The dreams she had every night were so vivid that she couldn't distinguish between reality and dreams. The whispering voices in her ears urging her to open that book were making her restless and eager to act.

She had to open that book!

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