"You found a faith my ass!"
Old Mike cursed, throwing the gloves in his hand at his still-cool son.
Xili instantly lost his cool demeanor, dodging with a helpless face.
"Old man, don't be like this! As long as you agree!"
Old Mike coldly said: "No way!"
He was well aware of the dangers of being by York's side.
Just now, he learned that guy had single-handedly removed the paranormal activity from an entire apartment building.
Not to mention this newly acquired information, just the pile of files and reports from before showed how much York detested evil.
Even if demons didn't seek him out, he would proactively go after them, with well-known risks.
Xili's face fell, placing his backpack on the table: "Old man, don't mislead me!"
Old Mike's face showed a hint of mockery: "A monk's duty is to assist and protect the priest, do you think York needs your protection?
On the contrary, you're a burden to him! You'd better improve your abilities first."
Not mentioning it would have been better, but upon mentioning it, Xili's expression became even more dejected. He of course knew Father York didn't need his protection and also knew the old man's words were the truth.
Regardless, he still wanted to become Father York's monk, even if he was just a useless fish shouting '66' by the priest's side, he hoped to provide some help.
So he had already figured out his role, not expecting to protect the priest, but confident he could assist, especially with his ability to develop.
So...
Xili smiled: "Of course, my abilities are nothing to Father York, but I know where I can make a difference."
Old Mike, about to continue berating his son, stared at the suddenly calm Xili, his brows slightly furrowed, realizing his son was serious.
"What can you do?"
Old Mike continued his mockery, hoping Xili would give up.
Xili's smile remained, pulling open his backpack's zipper, revealing a bunch of transparent liquid-filled ammunition and various firearms.
"My place is all in this..."
Old Mike glanced at the contents of the backpack, instantly understanding his son's intention. If it was just a behind-the-scenes role, he was somewhat relieved, but still sighed internally.
"What did you see in Romania that made you like this?"
Xili's eyes shone with a devout light, seriously saying:
"The light that can destroy everything!"
...
["Blessed is the man who does not walk in the counsel of the wicked or stand in the way of sinners or sit in the seat of mockers."] ["The wicked are not so, but are like chaff that the wind drives away."] ["Therefore the wicked will not stand in the judgment, nor sinners in the congregation of the righteous."]
["For the LORD knows the way of the righteous, but the way of the wicked will perish."]
... In the morning, Pluto Church rarely held another mass ceremony.
This made both new and old believers very happy, all actively participating in this infrequently held mass ceremony.
Pluto Church was crowded for a time.
Even after it ended, these believers still moved together, continuing the unfinished charity activities.
... As if the same as yesterday, due to indulging in playing house and staying up all night, York continued to give up the idea of training the little nun, standing at the door sending off these enthusiastic believers.
Until the team disappeared from sight, York shook his head, turning back to the empty church.
He realized that the little nun had more ambition and professional demeanor than him, the priest.
After officially becoming a nun, she was diligently fulfilling her duties every day.
Wholeheartedly serving God, serving believers and society, not to mention through prayer, meditation, serving the poor and vulnerable, organizing education, medical care, and other activities to express love for God and care for humanity...
"Lord! Compared to her, am I not at all like Your spokesperson?"
York still sat in his usual spot, clasping his hands in front of the image of Jesus, performing his daily fixed task.
"I know I've become lazier, I will seriously reflect, examine myself, set clear goals, and cultivate good habits..."
The silent church, a priest sitting as if eternal, until after some time, a voice finally sounded.
"Amen!"
Hearing the task completion prompt, York opened his eyes, habitually making the sign of the cross on his chest.
Initially, he didn't have this habit, but during exorcisms or solving other paranormal events, this action was indeed the first choice for showing off.
Once started, it was hard to stop.
York looked at the virtual window in front of him, the available attribute points only one.
This made him somewhat regretful, yesterday's toy house event didn't qualify to trigger a random task.
But fortunately, he wasn't without gains, at least he got a top-level playing house toy, no, he got a spirit sealing device. With this toy house, next time he encounters a severely malicious spirit event, he can capture the evil spirit and lock it in the toy house,
letting it experience what it means to be bullied by a bully, to experience the malice of the world...
["Point added successfully"] ["Constitution 77 increased to 78"]
Following his previous plan, York continued to add this one attribute point to constitution, sticking to the plan to break a hundred.
"Yesterday, I already applied a double buff to all the ammunition, next up is the holy water..."
Feeling the very slight change that came with the point addition, York stood up, preparing to head to the small room.
Just then, the change in the real-time 3D map in his mind made him stop and continue sitting.
A young woman with baby fat on her face was walking into the front gate, heading towards the church.
"Kelly Russell?"
York was somewhat surprised, also recalling the situation of this young woman.
The woman, named Kelly Russell, didn't quite seem like a believer, nor did she seem not to be one, as she used to come to the church to pray regularly, offering her own donations, and earnestly participating in the masses he organized.
The reason for this feeling was mainly because York sensed that Kelly Russell had a significant purpose compared to other believers.
And that purpose was: she had been trying to learn or obtain knowledge and methods of exorcising evil spirits from him.
As for who to exorcise, it was a very peculiar antique mirror she mentioned.
York closed his eyes, pretending to pray, while continuing to recall the story she had told about her childhood...
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