Chapter 105: Departure (Edited)

"Ouch!"

Though the strength wasn't visible, Hili couldn't help but gasp, rubbing his stinging back. He looked up at the tall priest, sounding a bit aggrieved.

"I learned it from you."

You must have learned it wrong, York wanted to say something, but his eyelid twitched as the speaker on the bike continued to blare.

Lyrics gist:

I'm destined for greatness, Interrupting, beautiful chicks, quickly praise me, woo woo! Quick, praise me, woo woo!

Because this uptown funk is for you.

Saturday night, we'll turn up the whole place.

Listening to the fast-paced lyrics, York's final words turned into: "Every Saturday is quite lively, huh, Hili."

"Cough!" Hili coughed, quickly turning off the speaker.

"Father York, you know, driving... it helps to listen to this kind of music to stay alert."

"Oh."

That made sense, York didn't argue, after all, he often did the same. He then looked at the man tied up and unconscious on the back of the bike.

"So, who is he?"

Hili shrugged, "Michael, Father York. It's a long story, he was the catalyst at the subway station. The werewolves attacked because of him."

Hearing this, York recalled the plot of Underworld, understanding everything.

"In the setting of Underworld, the ancestors of werewolves and vampires were siblings from the same bloodline.

These two siblings came from a human, the so-called progenitor of both vampires and werewolves, who could merge the bloodlines of these two distinct species...

And Michael must possess this progenitor's bloodline, also the male protagonist of Underworld.

Considering the general plot of Underworld, York withdrew his gaze, letting Hili recount the information he already knew.

"Yes, Father York, I accidentally infiltrated the werewolves' lair. From the werewolf leader, I learned Michael is the last human bloodline of these two factions' progenitor. The werewolves planned to use him to merge the bloodlines' powers, forcing a blood exchange to transform the entire werewolf race."

Hili exaggerated.

"If the werewolves complete the transformation, a great war between these long-feuding factions will surely endanger human safety and life.

So, to prevent this, I thought to bring this guy to you for handling."

York smiled, "What do you expect me to do with him? Execute him? Simple, once and for all."

Hili paused, "That doesn't seem right, Father York."

York remained unmoved, "Why not? It's the best solution, Hili."

Hili glanced at the unconscious Michael on his shoulder, knowing the priest was joking.

"Father York, he's the catalyst for a potential war between the two factions. If you could offer protection..."

"No, I won't protect someone unrelated to me, nor am I a nanny, Hili." York interrupted, offering his solution.

"If you leave it to me, I'll hand him over to the Romanian official organization."

Hili hadn't expected this outcome.

"Father York, doesn't the church care about these matters? I'm afraid others might not withstand the werewolves and vampires' onslaught."

York calmly responded.

"As long as werewolves and vampires don't disrupt order, the church won't bother with these trifles. And you're underestimating humans too much."

Hili scratched his head, pondering, and concluded.

"Alright, Father York."

Thus, the matter was casually resolved, leaving York indifferent.

Even though Michael was the protagonist of Underworld, unless a random task involved him, York had little interest in meddling in these troublesome affairs. It was thankless work.

Moreover, the church played the role of maintaining order, aloof from worldly affairs. Only if Underworld truly disrupted social stability and order would it intervene. Otherwise, it wouldn't act as anyone's nanny.

"Let's settle him here for now, and deal with it later."

Bringing the two to his room, York pointed at the bed.

"Okay, Father York." Hili obediently responded, placing the still unconscious Michael on the bed.

Seeing this, York glanced at the floor's backpacks, noting the absence of those not containing the holy C4 explosives, bullets, and ammunition. This meant the novice nun had been diligently working.

Remembering the tender novice nun, York's lips slightly lifted, tossing a backpack with RPG-7 warheads to Hili.

"Take this, follow me."

With that, York picked up the remaining two backpacks and left.

Hili glanced back at the still unconscious Michael, then followed, carrying the backpack.

As they walked, he couldn't help but touch the backpack, his expression a mix of realization and excitement.

"Father, are these rocket launcher warheads? Who are we going after?"

"Likely a demon." York didn't hide it, as Hili was familiar with his style. Father Mike often complained that York had led Hili astray.

"Wow! That's awesome!" Hili became even more excited. "I haven't encountered a demon in a long time!"

York ignored him, continuing towards the backyard.

Encountering Eileen returning to carry more on the corridor, they paused.

"Father York."

Eileen stopped, sneaking a glance at the excited Hili beside the priest, noticing the backpack on his shoulder, sensing he was also part of the team, though unsure of his role.

"You've worked hard, Eileen."

York responded, passing by her, stuffing a lighter, ammunition-filled backpack into her arms.

"The helicopter pilot has arrived; no need to go back. We're departing now."

Eileen, holding the backpack, nodded dazedly, quickly following York and Hili, finally understanding Hili's role.

Unbeknownst to her, Hili, surprised by her, whispered.

"Hello, I'm Hili. Are you the deacon nun assigned to assist Father York?"

Hearing this, Eileen, looking at the briskly walking priest, silently nodded.

"Wow!"

Hili exclaimed in surprise.

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