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Chapter 262 - Chapter 262: Departure Imminent

The standards for exorcism are stringent.

The reason for needing to apply to the bishop for an exorcism permit is because the abnormal behaviors of some mental patients align closely with the logic of demonic possession.

One of the reasons for requiring an exorcism permit is to avoid misdiagnoses.

For the sake of reputation and the victims.

In both the past life and this parallel world, the church never denies science.

Contrary to what many people imagine, the church even encourages you to go to the hospital if you suspect a family member is possessed by a demon.

So, when Ron suggested he take a look, York could tell from his description that Laura was not being tormented by a demon possession but by her own memories.

Glancing at the grief-stricken Laura, York looked up at the sky, which was like a wall.

This is the root of the issue, Laura's painful memories. Because she had blocked this memory, when she saw a burned man in her hallucinations, she didn't recognize him as her deceased husband.

Regarding the night dancing undressed, he tended towards the idea that Laura was drawn to dance by the burned man due to a sense of familiarity.

It's very possible that this was a happy memory she shared with her former husband.

So, in Ron's eyes, Laura dancing alone at night seemed very strange.

"What do you plan to do, then?" York asked. "Do you want me to break down the walls she's built so she falls into pain again after regaining consciousness, or should I continue to reinforce these walls so she never remembers these painful memories again?"

Saying this, York looked at Ron and sighed, "You should already know everything. Why Laura was fine before but has become like this is because the wall of memories is on the verge of collapsing. As time passes, she begins to slowly remember these painful memories..."

Before he could finish, Ron responded.

"Father York, could you please reinforce it?"

Ron's eyes, red with tears, reflected his wife's despair.

"Since Laura chose to close off, she definitely doesn't want to remember those things again. I choose to go back to our old days."

"Okay."

York always respected the choices of his old believers. Raising his right hand, he unleashed a surging power towards the sky, like a wall.

Ron just stared at his wife, while Eileen silently looked up to see a deep red column of light shooting out from the priest, colliding with the sky and causing ripples to spread outwards.

As the energy spread, the sky wall, which seemed about to fall apart with cracks, healed as quickly as self-repair.

"Is this the priest's power?" Eileen held her breath, unsure of what to feel.

[60 points of magic power consumed]

With the sound of machinery in his ears, York snapped his fingers, "It's over, we should head back. And Ron, I suggest you forget about today's events. If possible, I strongly suggest you have a child with Laura. Even if she starts to remember, it probably won't turn out this way. I'll leave you with a saying, 'A mother's resilience is strong.'"

With York's rambling, Ron, grateful and tearful, found himself back in reality, and his wife, tears streaming down her face, had woken up, touching her face with a confused expression, then looking towards the priest and back at him.

"Ron, what's this?"

She looked so normal, nothing like before.

Seeing this, York signaled Eileen to leave, leaving the couple to their private conversation.

Eileen silently followed behind the priest, unable to resist asking, "Father York, is it over?"

York's expression became ambiguous, "Are you referring to Ron? If it's about Ron's wife, then yes, it's over, because I've sealed off the source of her pain."

Eileen's eyes showed movement, "No, Father, I'm referring to the car accident in Mrs. Laura's memories."

Hearing this, York couldn't help but smile, continuing to walk ahead, "Eileen, you've noticed the anomaly too?"

"Yes." Eileen remembered the bizarrely changed radio station and the abruptly appearing truck, "And the truck appeared so suddenly, as if it just popped up out of nowhere, I didn't even feel its presence."

"We'll look into it when we have time." York said indifferently, "Just hope it's not what I'm thinking."

Eileen curiously asked, "Father, your guess is?"

"Sacrifice."

York's last word made Eileen stop in her tracks...

...

"Thank you for your help, Father York. I will complete your renovation request before Halloween."

Ron thanked York profusely, causing his wife to look suspiciously at the imposing priest.

Despite the intense aura the priest exuded, it still brought her peace.

"It's nothing, Ron. Live well."

Holding a Bible, York took a special look at his wife Laura, who seemed to have recovered very well from Ron's expression.

But he chose to conceal the strange accident.

Normally, who would drive a truck directly at someone else's car?

"Thank you! Thank you, Father!"

As Ron thanked him profusely, York saw off him and his wife Laura, spending the afternoon time.

Until the afternoon, as the priest of Pluto Church, York met a few old believers, providing guidance, spiritual support, and blessings.

During this time, Ron appeared again with his employees, heading straight to the backyard to start the renovation work without a word.

And John Wick, having nothing else to do, helped out, enjoying the freedom.

Besides him and Eileen, John Wick and Robert were definitely the most comfortable and free.

In Pluto Church, the situation between the boss and the employees was completely reversed, making York ponder.

Of course, during this time, York also received a call from Mrs. Camille.

From her words, York learned a lot of information.

For example, Saxon and his girlfriend Amelia had woken up and were recovering quickly, planning to return to their country in three days.

They were still receiving treatment in the church.

This was somewhat good news.

Besides, York learned from the confessions of his neighbor and old believer that he had sold his house.

In his words, it was to a very beautiful blonde woman with a figure so explosive that not even a wide sweater could hide it.

"Father, do you know, she moved in with a bunch of equipment I couldn't understand."

The neighbor and believer kept talking, sharing his observations with his respected priest.

"I don't know what those things are, but they seem like cutting-edge technology,

God, she has so many things."

"Oh, is that so." York responded casually.

"That lady bought your house directly?"

What the neighbor didn't know was that York's mind had already wandered off, not really focusing on him or his words, responding purely out of instinct.

"Yeah!" 

The neighbor continued to sigh, "Seems like a wealthy person, and single too."

He just said, touching his thinning hair, "It's just a pity, I couldn't find a chance to strike up a conversation."

"That's too bad, El, you know, I've always supported you, you look like you're missing a wife to accompany you for life." York responded instinctively again, having already added today's 0.5 points to his

 personal panel's life value.

[Life from 189 to 189.5]

The regenerative ability of life value was something he coveted.

This was the ability to regenerate.

As long as the life value kept rising, he could use regeneration to heal any physical damage and even regrow limbs or lost organs.

It seemed his judgment on the attributes was generally correct.

Life value indeed always keyed into life, meaning it would evolve to possess life-preserving abilities.

"Father York!"

The neighbor's incessant voice suddenly changed, and York looked down instinctively.

Seeing the neighbor and believer, his eyes red, grasping his right hand, he said despondently.

"I won't be able to greet you every day anymore, it really saddens me!"

York felt an inexplicable chill in his heart, managing to extricate himself from the neighbor's grasp, preemptively patting his shoulder.

"It's okay, El, as long as your heart remains devout, maintaining your love for God is like greeting me every day."

However, the neighbor, possibly because he was moving to the city, was a bit off today, taking up quite a bit of his time.

Unintentionally, York realized the afternoon had passed, and evening had quietly arrived.

The sunset shone through the beautiful floor-to-ceiling windows of Pluto Church, casting its light on the pews and the statue of Jesus, creating a breathtaking scene.

York watched the disappearing neighbor and saw Eileen accepting donations from believers through the holographic image, watched Ron's team busy with renovations in the backyard, and saw John Wick and Robert helping out.

He shook his head and silently chuckled, taking his usual seat.

The sunset casting light on the statue of Jesus bathed York in a glow.

In a blink, three days had passed...

[Points successfully added]

[Life from 189.5 to 191]

With the sound in his ears, York silently rubbed his palms, feeling the vigorous cells and the unusually fast flow within.

In the nighttime room.

He sat on the bed, placing his right hand flat on the desk, grabbed the knife from the desk with his left hand, and stabbed towards his right hand.

The force controlled the knife, piercing through his palm and the desk below.

"Indeed, with the regenerative ability that comes with life value, the sensation of pain has also become lighter."

York quietly pulled out the knife, watching the wound's changes. Through non-human eyes, he could see clusters of granulation tissue rapidly connecting and then healing, causing the wound to gradually fade until it disappeared.

"When the knife was pulled out, the bleeding had already stopped, and my life value didn't drop at all. I guess I'm becoming less and less human."

York shook his head, placed the bloodied knife on the desk, and lay down on the bed, his mind focused on the holographic image in his mind.

He saw Eileen already asleep, sleeping very sweetly.

The perspective moved subconsciously within a hundred meters to the neighbor's house.

Strangely, El's house had changed owners, and things had been moved in, yet he hadn't noticed the owner.

Even through the holographic image, it was the same.

According to American customs, when new people move in, they usually express goodwill to their neighbors right away, giving gifts or inviting neighbors to dinner parties to get acquainted.

This is so that in times of need, neighbors can lend a hand.

For example, in cases of shootings or other life-threatening situations, neighbors can call the police or provide assistance first.

However, this newcomer had disappeared without a trace, not even a hair to be seen, causing the surrounding neighbors to speculate and discuss who had bought El's house with such a big gesture.

"Never mind, whoever it is, as long as they're not a bad person."

York withdrew his mind from the holographic image, consciously blocking its range and slowly closing his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, it was already daylight.

York got up, entered the bathroom, and a few minutes later came out to the living room to enjoy Eileen's breakfast.

It was the same as before, taking out his phone to continue monitoring the group chat situation.

The video of Katy Sloth that he had been following had still not surfaced, as if it had sunk to the bottom of the sea.

"It seems it wasn't the paranormal event I imagined, that's good..."

York was carefree, since it wasn't a paranormal event, he wouldn't bother with it anymore.

After finishing Eileen's breakfast in one go, York continued his day like a working person, driving to the church to start a new day of priestly work.

During the day, he received notification from Ron that the renovation was complete.

Ron's team was very diligent, from the results of the renovation, York could tell that Ron had used the best materials and work attitude.

Also, the price Ron offered was entirely at cost, not even charging for labor, meaning he was losing his own money to pay his employees.

"Father, my work is done."

His face rarely showed a happy expression, "I'm going back to accompany Laura."

Saying this, Ron mysteriously said to him, "Father, I have a great piece of news to tell you."

York stopped flipping through the materials and looked at Ron, silently accepting Ron's method of repayment, knowing only by accepting would Ron feel more comfortable.

"Laura is pregnant." Ron's smile couldn't be contained any longer, he was unable to suppress it.

"I never thought I'd see this day!"

"Heh."

York was pleased, sincerely laughing, "Congratulations, Ron."

"Thank you!! I will never forget your help, Father York." Ron looked at the priest before him, tears in his eyes.

"I know I couldn't have all this without your help!"

York didn't mind, laughing, "Ron, it's what I should do, because it's my job, you know, I'm a true priest."

York put away the list, "Go back, go back to your wife, I'll have Sister Eileen transfer the money to your account."

Saying this, York didn't wait for Ron's response and left the spot, leaving Ron alone with a moved expression watching the broad back until it disappeared.

What he didn't know was that York truly didn't mind, suddenly stopping and tapping his forehead.

"Wait, isn't Halloween tomorrow?"

In a daze, York realized Halloween was approaching from the tangle of affairs.

"So, after Halloween, it's time to head to headquarters for the inauguration ceremony."

York could already see the bishop of Romulus' monk appearing within a hundred meters in the holographic image.

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