At the now tranquil Pluto Church, a few dozen meters from the street, York's modified Ford Raptor quietly parked.
In the center of many discussions, York exhaled a heavy breath, loosened his grip on the steering wheel, and vigorously rubbed his face to invigorate his weary mind.
Unfortunately, York felt no significant relief. Unlike physical pain that could be healed, this mental burden was like a lingering cloud of gloom.
"Although it caused no harm, carrying a person's life is still heavy."
York thought of the memories he had experienced, his gaze deepening: "I am Ning Weize and York John, but I will never be Janet Laurie."
This statement echoed in the car, and then silence returned.
York looked at the virtual window in front of him, starting to handle the task rewards. His character was such that he quickly allocated unused attribute points after completing tasks.
"There are fifteen points; I plan to break the hundred in constitution."
Observing the fifteen unused attribute points, York decisively added them to his overall constitution.
With the notification of successful allocation, his constitution rose from 84 to 99.
"Just one point shy, I'll officially break a hundred tomorrow." York shook his head, started the car, and drove towards Pluto Church.
At this time, York was unaware that he was about to be 'betrayed' by two elders. He parked, took his backpack, and got out of the car.
Surprisingly, instead of the usually crowded church, there was only the form of Robert.
"My deaconess sister has run off to do what? Even Liss Murphy isn't here?"
Approaching, York displayed a look of helplessness, realizing he had chosen a deaconess who was incredibly dedicated to her faith and job.
Ironically, he wanted to be a laid-back priest in New York, but his deaconess seemed intent on glorifying Pluto Church.
"Father York!"
Just reaching the front yard, York heard Robert's excited voice.
York, unsurprised, looked at Robert holding a basket of rice.
"Robert, what's this about?"
Robert smiled, "Sister Irene instructed me to feed the pigeons in the coop."
Realizing, York remembered it had been a while since he last fed the carrier pigeons, feeling a bit negligent.
"Oh, I see."
York casually asked, "Have you noticed any new pigeons returning recently?"
"New pigeons?" Robert hesitated. "I haven't noticed any."
Damn! Could Richie and Lily have run away?
York thought of the sibling carrier pigeons he had sent out, falling silent.
"Alright, go ahead and feed them. I'll need the pigeons later."
"Yes, Father York!" Robert's spirit lifted, always taking church matters to heart.
York smiled, entered the church, but then turned back to ask, "Where did Sister Irene run off to today?"
Robert stopped, seriously answering, "Sister Irene went out again today with some people to distribute food and clothing."
Sighing, Robert added, "Father, thanks to Sister Irene, the church has seen many new faces recently."
"Okay, you go ahead."
York's mouth twitched slightly as he stepped into the church, foreseeing his future: his previously relaxed priestly duties were probably about to increase exponentially.
This sudden change left Robert puzzled, "Why doesn't Father seem as happy as I imagined?"
Robert glanced at York's disappearing figure into the church, then shook his head, heading towards the pigeon coop.
...
In the backyard.
Dressed in a new robe, York looked at the small mounds on the ground, each marked with a palm-sized cross, recited a prayer, made the sign of the cross, and gently spoke to the freshly risen mound.
"Bear the cause, receive the result."
"Janet Laurie, this will be your home from now on."
As he spoke, York momentarily saw the illusion of a woman in mid-air, dressed in a medieval corset and gown.
She smiled and curtsied gracefully before disappearing as if it was all an illusion.
"Goodbye, Janet Laurie. I hope you find a world of happiness in your next life."
York smiled, watching her go, then turned back to the church.
It seemed that Sister Irene, though opposing his laid-back philosophy, had inadvertently given him a more relaxed day. Fewer parishioners meant fewer confessions or counseling sessions, making his day easier than usual.
Content with this, York took out a blank report and pen from his personal rest area, standing at the pulpit to document recent events:
The Bridget incident at Reed Apartment Building.
Bella's doll incident.
The explosion of a villa due to an evil Leth Mirror.
An accidental encounter with a flying disc.
And today's case of the unnamed female corpse.
York was careful to omit certain details.
He kept the Death Book, top-tier sealed toy house, flying disc, and the entire Lipo Book series to himself, providing only necessary information.
"If Gabriel or anyone else inquires, I have my excuse: 'These items were accidentally damaged beyond repair during the exorcism...'"
Personal gains and spoils of battle were never to be surrendered – that was one of York's principles.
Page after page, the church was filled only with the sound of his writing until the pen stopped at the end of the blank space. York realized how busy he had been lately.
"So, it turns out I am the busiest one?"
Ignoring the rewards of the tasks, York sighed to himself, picked up the freshly inked report, blew on it to dry, then sealed it with his wax and placed it in a tube.
"Done."
Checking the time, 17:43 indicated he still had plenty of personal time.
"Now to complete the daily routine tasks."
Tidying up, York continued his planned, steady progress.
"Lord!"
"Am I, York John, not Your most devoted, competent, and busiest spokesperson?"
"…"
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