It's still that rooftop room facing the sun.
Under the glow of the holy wax, it seemed somewhat dreamy and serene.
Yet, Gabriel at the table didn't feel this way, as he stared at the application materials on the table and spoke calmly into the phone.
"Father Ernest, I reject your application."
An incredulous voice came through the phone.
"Bishop Gabriel, I have seen Emily myself, she doesn't seem to have mental issues. On the contrary, I sensed an evil lingering on her."
Hearing this, Gabriel, with graying temples, stared at the materials on the table, looked at the girl's information, and continued calmly.
"Father Ernest, your materials lack the most important part, which is the manifestation of the supernatural."
"But…"
"I understand what you mean, but you must also understand our church's very strict standards for demonic possession,"
Cutting off the voice on the phone, Gabriel picked up the documents, looked at the girl's photo, and continued.
"Even without the manifestation of supernatural powers, it must meet these four requirements: 1) Possess strength beyond that of an ordinary person 2) Limbs move uncontrollably in strange ways 3) Fear of holy objects 4) Knowledge or utterance of unknown matters…"
After calmly stating the requirements for exorcism without supernatural manifestation, Gabriel continued.
"That's why I rejected your application because the materials only show the child's strange behavior, clearly not meeting the standards for exorcism."
"Bishop Gabriel, Emily's parents, their whole family are faithful followers of the Lord."
Gabriel put down the photo, his tone still calm and unequivocal: "Father Ernest, we will not abandon any family member. My advice is to continue observing without interference until conclusive evidence emerges…"
Perhaps sensing the command in his voice, Father Ernest on the phone no longer insisted.
"Yes…Bishop Gabriel, I will continue to observe."
"…"
Gabriel calmly hung up the phone, prepared to gather the materials and stand up, but then noticed the missed call on the screen.
The caller's name momentarily disrupted his calm demeanor.
"York? What trouble has he stirred up this time?"
Gabriel, recalling today's events, sighed deeply, reclined in his chair, and redialed.
At the same time.
Allowing the demon within to be sealed.
York, having knocked out Nick with a hand chop, walked out of the building single-handedly.
It was too stinky inside, and he couldn't keep using his magic power to clean up.
Dropping Nick carelessly on the ground strewn with rubble, York leaned against the car and tossed the fourth book into the car, somewhat puzzled.
"Why hasn't that old Gabriel called yet?"
Just as the thought crossed his mind, York felt his phone vibrate in his pocket.
"Speak of the devil, and he shall appear, this saying is really something!"
York smiled, leaned against the car, and answered the incoming call.
Who knew, Gabriel's first words were exactly that.
"York, I just learned today that you blew up another building. What are you planning to blow up tonight? Do you even need to call me to let me know? Alright! Speak up, I, an old man, am mentally prepared."
This statement made York somewhat embarrassed, recalling that most of his past actions were cleaned up by the church while he just collected his rewards and left.
"Bishop Gabriel, what you're saying… Am I, York, that kind of person? Blowing things up left and right? There's a reason for everything, I will write you a detailed report about today's incident."
Something's not right! Very wrong! Suddenly hearing such polite words from York on the phone, Gabriel's face showed a hint of hesitation, somehow feeling uneasy.
"Damn! Did you really blow up a skyscraper?"
York was stunned for a moment, realizing for the first time the church's mistaken views and understanding of him.
"No!"
York said helplessly: "Gabriel, although I called for a reason, it's a gain, definitely not about blowing anything up."
That's the right address! Gabriel sighed in relief but remained skeptical: "What gain?"
Finally getting to the point, York looked towards the squat building: "A demon that's been sealed, I need a containment team to come over and contain it."
Hearing this, Gabriel finally let go of his doubts, silent for a few seconds: "York, try to stay out of trouble, aren't you tired?"
I wish I could, but I can't, York thought to himself without answering, instead giving the address.
"Massachusetts, Boston…"
After finishing, York paused: "I will write a detailed exorcism report and send it back to headquarters tomorrow."
Listening to the voice on the phone, Gabriel subconsciously looked at the documents on the table, having some thoughts but chose to cut off.
"Mm, I will personally keep an eye on your report."
"Alright, then that's it, goodnight, Gabriel, get some rest, you should take more care of your health at your age."
"As long as you…"
Just as he was saying this, Gabriel suddenly stopped, placing the already hung up phone on the table, staring at it silently for a moment, recalling the previous conversation, shaking his head as he stood up.
"This guy really doesn't show any respect for the elderly…"
The room returned to silence.
After a while.
With Nick still lying on the ground, York was already sitting in the driver's seat, the reading light inside the car illuminating the first book of the Libo series, [Libo·Brilmus·Damenia]. As he read, the biography inside indeed proved to be interesting.
Like a mythological storybook, it recorded various legends.
There were humans who made deals with demons, obtaining invincible power, wreaking havoc in the world.
There were also stories of demons being adopted by humans, standing on the side of humanity against hell.
And there was a witch who opened the gates of hell, only to be devoured by demons.
Until turning the page, York stopped, looked up into the darkness ahead.
The next second, four figures dressed in black robes and hoods, emanating an indescribable aura, emerged.
"The church's containment facility, elite department, a team of four…"
York glanced at one of the men holding a box, then at the one who specifically stopped by the car light to bow.
"I owe that guy on the ground four hundred thousand, you guys deal with it as you see fit."
"Yes! Father York."
Hearing the respectful reply, York indifferently put down the book, ignited the car, and slowly drove away from the spot.
That was the end of it; he didn't need to do anything else, just leave and continue digging into the matters behind Anthony Volma, looking for opportunities to trigger random missions.
Behind the car, the containment team watched until the lights disappeared, and the team leader who just answered waved his hand, turning to lead his team into the squat building for containment…
I'm really sorry, everyone, I indeed want to update more, but it's hard to find spare time...
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