"What's this girl up to now?"
After an unsuccessful phone call, York had no choice but to put the matter aside for now and continue with his next task.
He went on to finish reading the recently acquired book of Ribose, which contained stories that were quite interesting, such as ancient exorcism methods that gave him some ideas and insights.
Unfortunately, his progress was interrupted by a believer who came to confess.
"I need to confess, Father. Would you listen to my confession?"
"Please follow me."
As a priest, York had to take the penitent into the confessional, serving as the Lord's spokesperson to accept his confession.
And as the spokesperson of the Lord, he could only keep the other's confessions locked away in a mental confessional, relying on time to selectively forget.
Of course, these confessions were mostly mundane and repetitive, mainly stemming from everyday life.
Like the believer before him, who confessed to betraying his wife by having an affair...
York's face remained impassive, he had grown used to hearing such trivial and melodramatic issues.
"Your self-control is not strong enough, and you are easily tempted. However, this does not excuse your mistake. You must bear the consequences of your actions and make amends..."
"..."
However, after dealing with this penitent and giving guidance, another seeking confession arrived, one after another, until noon when Erin brought him lunch, and York realized that it was already midday.
"Father, here's your lunch for today."
York, seated in his usual spot, glanced at Erin, attributing the increased workload to this young nun.
"Thank you," he said as he accepted the meal.
Erin smiled and withdrew.
"Sigh, looks like it's going to be even busier in the future."
York shook his head, looking at his lunch.
It was the same as always.
In America, the food variety was limited compared to his past life, with meals typically including vegetable salads, grilled meats, and so forth, far less diverse.
"I need to buy something different to improve my diet. It's been a long time since I had Chinese food."
With this thought, York opened his lunch box and began to eat.
The church was tranquil, time peacefully flowing. The priest was eating, and no believer would choose this time to disturb him. So, for once, York enjoyed a moment of quiet.
But this peace didn't last long.
After finishing his meal, he encountered Mrs. Camille and little Bellamy.
He expected Bellamy to be upset, sullen, or crying, but to his surprise, she seemed incredibly excited, running over as if she had forgotten all about the toy store incident.
"Father York!"
The little girl, dressed in a cute pink princess dress with perfectly done twin ponytails, seemed to overflow with innocence and joy, instantly filling York's heart with paternal warmth.
"Bellamy!"
York greeted her with a radiant smile and open arms, hugging her tightly.
...
"Mrs. Camille, are you saying Saxton went to participate in his girlfriend's live stream?"
York's mouth twitched. "And it's that kind of paranormal live stream?"
He had just learned that Bellamy's situation had normalized without any anomalies, only to find out about Saxton's involvement in those live streams.
In a world without supernatural powers, it might have been harmless, but in this world filled with spirits and ghosts, such activities were perilously risky, increasing the likelihood of encountering malevolent entities.
As this thought crossed his mind, York recalled Saxton's previous curiosity about a fake priest's exorcism live stream, thinking it ended there. Unexpectedly, Saxton had become actively involved.
"As far as I know, yes."
Mrs. Camille, watching her daughter playing with toys, her face a mix of emotions, had just found out about this.
"He met this girlfriend somewhere and has now joined her live streaming team in Thailand."
Saying this, Mrs. Camille took out a tablet and handed it over.
"Father, do you think there's any danger in what he's participating in?"
York took the tablet. "What's this?"
Mrs. Camille sighed, "It's their live stream in Thailand. Although Saxton is just watching and not participating, I saw him in this video."
Hearing this, York instinctively clicked on the screen, and a play icon appeared. Mrs. Camille had already set everything up, just waiting for him to play it.
As he clicked, the video began to play, showing a very realistic exorcism.
In the video, a group of monks was trying to calm a girl with a distorted face, full of bulging veins and laughing maniacally.
The atmosphere was eerie.
A senior monk was pouring water over the girl, chanting something.
As the water was poured, the girl, initially struggling and screaming, began to gradually calm down.
Finally, the monk repeated the steps...
It all gave York a sense of déjà vu; the exorcism was similar to the church's methods, not identical but remarkably close.
"Father York, do you think this kind of participation is dangerous?"
Mrs. Camille, seeing the priest pausing the video without speaking, became anxious. After Bellamy's incident, she had come to believe in paranormal events.
"It's hard to say."
York replied calmly, "It's undeniable that their chances of encountering malevolent entities are much higher than average."
Saying this, York looked at Mrs. Camille, whose face was growing more worried, and added, "So I think it's very dangerous."
___________________
(Support with power stones, comments or reviews)
If you guys enjoy this story, In support me on Patreon and get access to +200 advance Chapters
Read Ahead
Patreon.com/INNIT