"Father York, this is the dinner Beth prepared for tonight."
Father York closed the book of Li Bo he had just received and looked up.
Robert was holding a lunch box and brought it over.
"Thank you! Please convey my gratitude to Beth, Robert."
Father York turned his head, looking past Robert at Beth, who was leading several little girls, and nodded with a smile.
"Tell her I will enjoy this dinner thoroughly."
"I will, Father," Robert grinned.
"Please enjoy your meal."
"Mm," Father York nodded as he took it, watching Robert leave the church with his family.
"It's really enviable to have sons and daughters and a gentle wife. This guy's life is perfect."
Father York rarely criticized in his mind, looking down at the lunch box in his hands and uncovering its contents.
A dinner of steak and roast meat, accompanied by some salad.
"Quite lavish."
Father York sighed contentedly and began to enjoy his meal with a sense of peace.
He certainly trusted Beth's cooking skills.
Housewives in every country generally possess excellent culinary skills.
The steak was rich and melted in the mouth, and Father York could feel the burst of juicy flavors with each chew, leaving him wanting more.
Steaks are always like this, not to mention the even more vibrant colored roast meat, which was crispy, tender, and spicy.
"Definitely made to my taste."
Father York rarely praised, quickly finishing the hearty dinner before picking up the book of Li Bo again to continue where he had left off.
After some time reading.
The book of Li Bo truly lived up to its reputation as a legendary tome, with its vividly detailed stories that felt very real to him.
"It's as if these events have already happened."
Father York focused on the story recorded in the book, finding an ancient method of exorcism.
This method of exorcism differed slightly from the church's usual practices.
"[Make the possessed drink something that symbolizes purity and is most detested by demons, such as sheep's milk, to force the demon to reveal itself.
If that doesn't work, apply chicken blood and olive oil to the possessed person's body, substances feared by demons.
Then perform a ritual to confirm whether the individual is possessed by a demon and to identify the origin of the demon.]"
"Chicken blood? Olive oil? This method of exorcism is quite hardcore."
Father York read the description, finding it increasingly interesting.
Olive oil is also mentioned in the Bible for its purifying properties and as a symbol of the Holy Spirit.
As for why demons fear chicken blood.
He leaned towards a belief from his previous life, that the blood of a red rooster has the power to ward off evil spirits and demons, known as an Eastern tool for exorcism, along with the blood of a black dog, a peach wood sword imbued with negative energy.
"This ancient method has some merit."
Father York, intrigued, turned the page, finding this method providing him with a new perspective.
"What happens after confirming demon possession?"
Upon further reading, he couldn't help but laugh at how hardcore the method was.
This exorcism method involved surgery on the possessed after confirming the presence of a demon.
Typically, this involved cutting open the body to remove any dirty or demonic substances inside.
The important thing is that this was only the second step, and the demon was not yet expelled.
The third step was to perform a reversal transfer ritual on those without any filth inside them.
In summary, this involved a simulation of reversal transfer, connecting some kind of humanoid object to the consciousness of the possessed as a substitute for punishment.
When nails were hammered into the hands and feet of the humanoid object, the possessed would feel the same pain, nailed in the center of a magical formation, thereby luring the demon to manifest and feed on the pain of the possessed, taking over their will...
"An innovative but hardcore approach, just a concept but not suitable for me." Father York read this and shook his head in disapproval.
There were many better methods available, no need for such complications.
"So, no wonder it's an ancient method, an old way of doing things?"
Father York continued to flip through the pages, and at that moment, from the real-time 3D map in his mind, he noticed a very unexpected visitor.
"John Wick?"
...
At that time, a carriage arrived across the street from the front of Pluto Church.
"We're here, John."
John looked at the Pluto Church bathed in the last light of dusk.
"Mm, thank you."
"Don't mention it." The driver, also an assassin, glanced at the church and said,
"John, congratulations."
John unconsciously grabbed the cross on his chest, again saying thanks.
"Thank you."
After speaking, he decisively got out of the carriage and walked into the church under the driver's gaze.
"Ah, to survive like that, what an enviable lucky guy."
The driver sighed, stepped on the gas, and drove away.
John Wick, unaware of the driver's thoughts, just stopped in the front yard, looking towards the resting pavilion beside him.
A family was sitting there, enjoying a meal, looking very happy.
Seeing the man in a black priest's robe looking over, John nodded in acknowledgment, then slowly walked towards the church.
"Who is that? Coming to the church so late." Beth followed her husband's gaze to see the tall man in a suit walking into the church.
"I don't know, maybe he has some troubles he needs to confess to the priest." Robert didn't care much. There were too many people coming to the church. If he had to pay attention to each one, he would have been exhausted long ago.
"Huh!"
John stopped in front of the church door, which was barely ajar, and couldn't help but take a deep breath. He knew that once he opened this door, his fate would turn here. He didn't know what to expect, but he was mentally prepared.
Creak!
With a rapid thought, John pushed open the door.
To his surprise, the priest seemed to have been waiting, standing in the middle, in front of the statue of Jesus, holding a thick book, and smiling at him.
"John."
...
"This is the church's work uniform." Father York pulled out two almost worn-out uniforms from a cabinet and handed them to John, whose chest still had bloodstains.
"Of course, you'll probably need to wash them before wearing them."
John, silent, looked at the work uniform handed over by the priest, thinking of the man he saw earlier wearing similar clothes.
Although it was a work uniform, it resembled the priest's robe Father York was wearing.
"Okay, Father." John responded, inadvertently touching it and noticing the material was somewhat special.
"This is..."
Father York smiled calmly, "As expected, you noticed. Indeed, John, these are clothes I had customized from Wald before. You already know their functions, right?"
John shook his head and silently put them away, "Father, what exactly will be my job?"
As soon as he said this, Father York examined the killer who was only slightly thinner than himself, feeling somewhat hesitant.
He had watched the John Wick series and knew the killer's skills and marksmanship. His overall strength was definitely top-tier in the ordinary world but somewhat lacking among the superhuman.
But it was this that suddenly gave him another idea.
"Let me think. However, I might need you to train my housekeeper nun."
"Train?" John was stunned. As a killer who only knew how to fight, he was clueless about how to train a clergy member.
"Father, you know my situation." John, a grown man, began to feel this job was somewhat challenging. "I only know how to fight and kill, this training..."
However, before he could finish, the priest in front of him smiled and interrupted.
"John! It's exactly your fighting skills that I need."
John's expression changed, looking at the priest.
"The world has become very dangerous. I don't know what changes will happen in the future. I hope that in the times to come, she will have the ability to protect herself," Father York said calmly.
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