"Eileen, have something to eat."
York pushed the meal tray he had just received towards her.
The plane had taken off around 10 a.m. that day, and it was now [12:24].
This parallel world was largely similar to the previous world, with the Church's headquarters also located in the Vatican.
Officially known as Vatican City, its capital is Vatican City, situated on a hill in the northwest corner of Rome, Italy, with a territory area of 0.44 square kilometers.
This size makes it the smallest country in the world in both the previous world and this parallel universe.
But for all its smallness, this country is truly a territory controlled by the Church.
Of course, there are also significant differences between these two worlds, namely in terms of distance.
In his past life, he was just an ordinary attending physician in a third-grade hospital and had never visited the Vatican, though he had been to Italy.
The estimated distance in this parallel world is farther, meaning they would only arrive at the Vatican in the evening.
In other words, lunch was still necessary.
"Okay, Father."
Eileen obediently took it and placed it in front of her.
York nodded, indicating Eileen to start eating, and began to eat himself.
Now, during the jet's stable flight, they had moved to a dining area.
The exquisite dining table and chairs looked quite valuable.
Although it was the Church's private jet, York felt it was a bit too luxurious.
It seemed that his imagination of a tycoon's private jet could be found here, corresponding to reality.
The only difference was that a tycoon's jet would likely be filled with beautiful stewardesses, whereas his was filled with burly monks who looked formidable at first glance.
If he had to sum it up, compared to a hotel suite, the experience here wasn't much different, with everything one could need.
As for the meal, it was mediocre, but after so many years, he had gotten used to it.
York chewed his food casually, instinctively preparing to take out his phone, curious about the reaction of the believers at Pluto Church to the news of his promotion.
But the moment he touched the phone, York remembered he had turned it off due to being bombarded with endless emails and calls.
"Forget it."
York shook his head internally; he didn't want to experience being bombarded by emails and calls for a second time.
For a while, the space was filled with only the sound of two people eating. Midway, York wanted to chat with Eileen, but after seeing the tranquil nun, he decided against it.
Eileen's every move indicated she wasn't someone who could engage in conversation with him.
York was sure that no matter the topic, it would feel like he was talking to himself.
It was like, he spoke, she listened; he asked, she answered; everything started and ended with him, which was unsustainable.
Thus, York only talked a bit with Eileen after finishing their meal before returning to his seat.
However, from the few questions he asked and her answers, York gleaned some information.
Eileen was actually an orphan, abandoned at the monastery's doorstep by her parents and then picked up and raised by the monastery's Mother Superior Treacy until now.
"Will the old man know about the changes in Eileen's eyes?"
York thought of Eileen's eyes, which had abilities beyond normal human capabilities. He was almost certain Eileen wasn't just an ordinary clergy member.
"If the old man knows about Eileen's spirit-sensitive nature, then he probably knows something. I'll ask him later. If I can find out about Eileen's parents, that would be great. Even though Eileen has become a clergy member, it would at least let her know the reason she was abandoned and resolve her issues."
York instinctively turned his head to look at Eileen sitting to his left, who was now leaning back in her seat with her eyes closed, breathing evenly, already asleep.
"She must be tired after the hectic Halloween night's activities and then setting off without a break."
After a self-reflection, York smiled self-deprecatingly and slowly closed his eyes.
All he could do now was wait to arrive at the Vatican.
But what York didn't know was that, at the moment he chose not to turn on his phone, the believers at Pluto Church had already been buzzing with excitement over the news of his promotion to bishop.
Each group chat was instantly flooded with messages, but the topic eventually boiled down to one thing: organizing a group to attend Father York's inauguration ceremony.
Unaware of this, time slowly passed.
[21:10] Italy, Rome Airport welcomed a church's private jet.
"Father York, we can disembark now." Monk Asel, leading the escort team, spoke beside him.
"Hmm."
York looked at Eileen, her nun's attire making her stand out here.
Eileen nodded slightly, indicating she was ready.
"Let's go then." York was the first to walk out of the cabin, descending the stairs.
Below, a group of clergy members was waiting to receive them.
As always, York and Eileen got into the Vatican's car, which was modest on the outside but luxurious inside.
The car left the airport, just as Rome was showcasing its brilliance.
The entire city was adorned with lights.
...
"Do you like it?"
York looked at Eileen, who was now leaning against the car window, watching the slowly passing scenery.
Although he had visited Rome many times and had stayed here for a while, he couldn't deny that Rome truly deserved to be the center of the ancient Roman Empire.
Most importantly, as they got closer to the Vatican, the religious atmosphere became even denser.
The magnificent buildings that appeared from time to time added a historical depth to the experience.
This city, which blends history and modernity, attracts countless tourists.
"Hmm."
Eileen's eyes sparkled with the scenes outside, looking almost enchanted, as curious as a child, her head constantly turning.
York smiled and looked out the window, his eyes filled with memories of these familiar scenes.
This was just Rome.
Entering the Vatican offered a different experience, distinct in both day and night.
Indeed, as they entered the special passage, passed through layers of checks, and crossed the Vatican walls, Eileen's eyes widened, unsure how to describe the scene before her.
"This is St. Peter's Square."
York introduced it to Eileen, visiting for the first time. In his eyes, it was a square made of neatly laid cobblestones.
Not to mention the omnipresent holy power, the area was so vast that even his hundred-meter radar couldn't cover it all.
Two rows of magnificent Corinthian columns formed a semicircular colonnade, symbolizing the Church's majesty and power.
...
"This Egyptian obelisk is the central marker of the square." York continued to introduce.
"Standing 40 meters tall..."
Eileen instinctively followed the direction indicated by the priest and indeed saw a towering obelisk in the center of the square.
Then, she heard the priest's voice filled with emotion.
"The climax is coming, which is St. Peter's Basilica."
York looked at St. Peter's Basilica, appearing at the end of the square, a ripple of emotion in his eyes.
"Indeed, no matter how many times I come here, it still feels like a miracle."
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