Chapter 225: Huangqiao Church

However, he had performed baptisms for children, but had never actually officiated a wedding.

That is to say, he was quite unfamiliar with hosting such joyous occasions.

"They want to hold the wedding in Pluto Church?" Father York asked without looking at the application form.

Eileen nodded, "Yes, Father."

With that confirmed, Father York couldn't help but comment, "Why would Mrs. Messerly think of having me officiate the wedding? Knowing that I'm always running around, what if I'm not there that day, what then?"

His voice was low, Eileen's face remained calm, but the slight movement of her lips showed she was not as composed as she appeared.

Pretending not to hear, she shifted her gaze to the void, as if staring at a distant mountain that wasn't there.

Father York had already skimmed through the application, cleverly skipping over the love story to focus on the prominently marked date.

"Four days from now?" Father York glanced again at the other side.

In his field of view, the conversation had stopped, and the elderly man with the couple he brought was casting anxious glances his way.

Compared to the couple, the elderly man seemed more uneasy, with Father York's keen vision even noticing the man's clenched hands.

"Forget it, tell Mrs. Messerly I agree." Father York handed the application form back to Eileen, who seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Yes, Father," Eileen smiled.

Father York raised an eyebrow, "It seems you know the story behind this couple?"

Seeing Eileen's startled reaction, Father York continued nonchalantly, "I didn't look closely at the story inside. I didn't want to end up eating dog food."

Hearing this, Eileen mumbled to herself, finding it funny. She realized she had discovered another side of the priest.

"Nayla has Parkinson's disease," Eileen mentioned, then pursed her lips.

"Parkinson's disease..." Father York fell silent for a moment, his gaze landing on the young woman who was happily nestled in the arms of a young man.

Parkinson's disease, also known as shaking palsy, is one of the most common neurodegenerative diseases, considered incurable. Based on his understanding, this disease couldn't be cured in his previous life, nor in this parallel world.

"It's my fault." Father York sighed, directly apologizing, "Tell them I'll keep the date four days from now, and I'll be there on time."

He added seriously, "At that time, let's do our best to bless them."

Hearing the seriousness in the priest's words, Eileen smiled, "Okay, Father, I'll go tell them the good news."

"Go ahead."

After Father York spoke, Eileen immediately headed towards the elderly man and the couple getting married in four days.

Under Father York's gaze, Mrs. Messerly and the couple showed surprised yet happy smiles upon hearing Eileen's words.

Seeing the elderly man and the couple looking over, Father York, holding the bible, nodded slightly at them.

At that moment, the real-time 3D map indicated someone approaching.

Turning his head, he knew who it was without guessing.

"John?"

John Wick nodded in acknowledgment, "Father York, as you instructed, I've booked the date and place."

Remembering the training he planned for Eileen, Father York realized he needed to elevate his housekeeper nun to another level. He wasn't expecting her to reach his or John's level in firearms, but she needed to be proficient in various skills, with adequate shooting ability. He intended to research bullets, aiming to create holy bullets that everyone could use.

He also planned to improve Eileen's physical strength; she was too slender, besides her ability to communicate with spirits and use the holy power of clergy, she seemed fragile in his eyes.

But he had just set another time.

"It's not in four days, is it, John?"

John Wick shook his head, "The booking is for the day after tomorrow."

"That's good," Father York patted John Wick's shoulder, smiling.

"I'll be there too."

"Okay, Father."

John Wick nodded, then added, "Father, can I renovate the room I'm staying in?"

Father York's eyebrows raised slightly, "Of course, John, that's your personal space. You're free to do as you please."

With a smile, Father York said, "John, looks like you still have quite a retirement fund? Knowing you, this renovation will be a big project."

Thinking of John Wick's identity as a top assassin, surely there would be a need for secret storage spaces, and considering the box of coins that could be exchanged for a million dollars.

John Wick's expression remained unchanged, "Father, there might be some left. If you need..."

Father York immediately interrupted, "No, I don't need it, John. Thank you for your kind offer, I appreciate it."

Saying that, Father York walked to his usual seat.

"John, renovate all you want, but remember not to disturb the peace."

"Yes, Father," John Wick's voice followed.

"I'll be mindful."

Listening to the response, Father York sat down calmly, placing the bible on his lap, clasping his hands in front of his chest to pray, taking the opportunity to complete his daily tasks.

At that time.

A church far away also welcomed a couple.

"Is this Huangqiao Church?" Saxon looked uncertainly at his girlfriend.

Amelia nodded seriously, "If your mother said it's in Bangkok, then this is the Huangqiao Church she mentioned, because there's only one church by that name here."

Observing the church and its surroundings, Amelia noted that Huangqiao Church seemed too simple compared to others she had visited, with just a tall building and a front yard, lacking the comprehensive facilities of other churches.

"But there are quite a few people," Saxon noticed the busy entrance, "even more than at Pluto Church."

"Pluto Church?" Amelia raised an eyebrow as they walked.

"That's Father York's church," Saxon smiled, reminiscing, "When my mother and I used to go there, Pluto Church hardly had any visitors. It was always just Father York busy with something."

Changing the subject, Saxon mentioned, "I don't know about now, but my mother said recently Pluto Church welcomed a nun, and the congregation has been growing."

"Oh," Amelia responded, silently noting the name Pluto Church, planning to use it as leverage for investments from her sister.

"Hehe, when we return, shall we visit Father York? I'd like him to officiate our wedding."

"Sure!"

Talking and laughing, the two entered the main building of Huangqiao Church...

Happy National Day, everyone, have fun.

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