Chapter 367 Special Believers

At the same time around the world, countless things are happening.

When Jesse was stunned by his sister's words.

In a single-family villa, Ed's voice rang out.

Following the voice, he came to a room similar to a study, where Ed was on the phone.

"If possible, we would also like you to interview us so that people can know and understand our special profession,"

Ed sat on the desk, which was full of case facts written by him, like a diary.

Looking at its thickness, it seems to prove the experiences and adventures of him and his wife Rowling over the years, and how much they love their profession.

"But. It is because it is too special, so we need the consent of the church"

"Yes, you heard it right, Mr. Petrov, even we are managed by the church."

"However, I can give you a suggestion. If you really want to interview, you can apply to the church. When the application is approved, my couple can accept your interview"

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Ed's words fell one after another. He was still so sincere to others, but he was obviously a strict rule-abiding person.

While he was talking to a person in charge of a related TV station, he was sitting on a sofa in a corner of the living room.

"Mom, I'm going to start." A girl in a simple little skirt was sitting on a chair with her feet flat on the ground. Under the control of her left hand and left shoulder, the violin was very stable.

While holding the neck of the violin with her left hand, she gently bent it on the strings of the violin, and in her right hand, she held a horsetail bow, which was a violin bow, and gently placed it on the strings.

At the age of only ten, her posture was very standard, which showed her talent.

Looking at her daughter, Rowling's maternal love overflowed in her eyes so that others could see it, but she was more proud of her child.

Thinking of the message conveyed by Sister Irene, she smiled and nodded gently, intending to finish and give her daughter a surprise.

Judy, one of the four children who had been baptized by Father York when she was a baby, smiled and began to play.

With her gentle touch, her fingers slid lightly across the strings, and the moving melody sounded.

The sound of the piano flows like water, clear and pure, as if with a touch of intoxicating charm, giving people unlimited imagination space, the melody is sometimes high-pitched and passionate, sometimes soft and moving.

Every time Judy draws the bow, her strength and speed, posture and music complement each other, creating a unique and attractive atmosphere.

This makes Rowling fall into tranquility and immerse herself in it.

She can only be worthy of being an award-winning person. This piece of piano sound is in her study. Ed, who just finished the phone call, came out and leaned against the wall behind the mother and daughter, watching this scene with a smile on his face.

Until the piano sound stopped, the two parents woke up.

"Mom! Am I playing well?" Judy suddenly broke down, and the previous professional appearance disappeared without a trace. She directly restored her child's character, holding the violin and bow in one hand, and ran straight into Rowling's arms.

"Well, it sounds good." Rowling hugged her daughter in her arms and said softly.

However, Judy was like an old man. She sighed, leaned in her mother's arms, and placed the violin and bow in her hands on the empty space next to the sofa.

"I plan to play this piece of music for my godfather." After doing this, Judy raised her head and looked at her mother and said:

"Mom, you and daddy still have no news about the godfather?"

Childhood memories are always the most profound. Judy still remembers that she liked to stay with her godfather when she was very young. There was a time when she was really relaxed.

Especially now when she is under some pressure, she really wants a godfather who can make her relax and worry-free.

Because when she is with the godfather, she sees that no matter who it is, they will listen to the godfather, including her parents.

She still remembers the little friend who played with her for a long time.

"Well..."

Rowling touched her daughter's hair and wanted to sell it.

But the voice behind her made her keep smiling.

"It seems that our Judy misses her godfather, but she is just thinking about her old playmate. Ed came over and smiled at his daughter who stood up and looked at him.

"Are you really thinking about your godfather?"

Judy curled her lips, looked at her father, and was ready to pick up her violin and run away. She didn't bother to pay attention to her father's words.

It seems that her parents don't seem to have any news about her godfather, which makes her feel a little disappointed.

But just when she was about to run, her father's next sentence made her stop immediately.

"Although I don't know what my daughter thinks, Bishop York really wants to see my baby, see if my baby has grown up a little, and want to hear my baby play the violin."

Ed was like an old father, talking a lot, but the latter words were automatically ignored by Judy. She swore that she heard the previous words clearly.

The originally depressed little face was happy.

"Really? Daddy, do you have news about the godfather? "Judy was obviously surprised.

Rowling smiled, then reached out again, stroked her daughter, and nodded gently.

"Today, Bishop York just told us his exact address, and his purpose was to meet my Judy."

Judy opened her little mouth and subconsciously looked at her father for confirmation. When she saw her father nodding, she shouted and squeezed into the arms of her smiling mother.

"Mom! daddy, I love you!!!"

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"Bishop, everything has been arranged."

The modern light source was deliberately turned off and in the Ashibiy Church, which was filled with candlelight again, York was wearing a very simple black robe without any decoration, and he could not tell the appearance of a bishop at all.

He just sat where he always did, looking at the statue of Jesus in front of him.

This location is the first bench on the right under the high platform.

From a close distance, you can best feel the charm of the church.

Because this is very close to the source of holy power accumulated in the church itself.

The aura of the holy power can make people calm.

"Everything has been divided." Irene, wearing a nun's robe, stood one step behind her bishop and continued.

"Father Lucien also told us the precautions here."

Hearing this, Yorks raised his eyebrows slightly: "He ran to warn the forces here?"

"No." Irene said, "Father Lucien listened to your words and tried to stay as he was."

"Very good, keeping it as it is can make us more close to the people and get to know the people in this area." Yorks smiled.

"Yes." Eileen didn't have any opinion on this. She always relied on her own bishop and whispered.

"Hannah said she also wanted to do volunteer work here, so she went back to move her clothes and related equipment."

Yorks didn't know how to express this. Hannah was quite independent, so he didn't want to force other people's will.

But looking at the current situation, it seems that Hannah is really determined to follow him.

"What has this guy encountered in these years?" Yorks couldn't help but mutter in his heart.

After all, the life of clergy cannot be compared with that of ordinary people. They are more like another level of spiritual practice.

For those who like to enjoy themselves, the life of the clergy may seem like some kind of asceticism.

Thinking of this, Master York said: "Let her do it. Give her a position, Eileen, even if she does not volunteer."

"Yes, Bishop, I will arrange an exclusive room for Hannah." Eileen heard what her bishop meant.

It was undeniable that she could feel Hannah's extreme dependence and trust on her bishop. From what Hannah said, it seemed that she had been in contact with the then very young bishop since she was a child.

And judging from every move of his bishop, it seems that he regards Hannah as his family.

Speaking of which, she knew that she was an orphan and was raised by the nuns in the monastery, but what she didn't expect was that her bishop seemed to be raised by the current Pope.

At this point, Yorks sighed: "She has lived alone for a long time, maybe she is starting to feel lonely."

Irene lowered her head slightly and did not express her feelings, only her emotions fluctuated slightly.

"Forget it." Perhaps thinking of something, Yorks waved his hand,

"Leave me alone, close today and open tomorrow, just like when I was a priest."

"Yes, Bishop." Irene lowered her head, stepped back slowly, and left here quietly.

She still had a lot to deal with.

The footsteps that were deliberately suppressed were getting farther and farther, and Yorkshire moved according to his heart.

The corresponding virtual window appears in front of you.

This is a change from the rot world.

Before, he had felt the call to travel through time and space.

Very pious and serious.

I subconsciously chased the source, but it was a child.

Now, where is the child praying again.

Yorkes didn't move much, but a very clear scene appeared on the window like flowing water.

I saw a quiet church, filled with candlelight as if time were flowing. A sneaky girl quietly appeared at the front door.

Wearing a winter outfit similar to that of a farm, it was thick and had two pigtails on the back of her head. Her young and delicate face was covered with spots, and both sides were red. It looked like she had been frozen.

"It seems that it is winter in the Rot World at this time." Yorks had a clear understanding in his mind. If we really want to compare, then this time is still somewhat accurate.

Continuing to look at it, although the girl seemed to have endured the cold wind to get here, it did not affect her hands lying on the edge of the door. When her two pigtails were swaying, her eyes were wandering extremely smartly.

She seemed to be checking to see if there was anyone in the church, and when she found no one, she walked in quietly like a thief.

But before he took a few steps, he was stopped by a voice.

"Marlene!"

Marin trembled, stiffened and looked at the source of the sound, saying awkwardly.

"Sister Mirta."

The protagonist of the sound was none other than Myrta, the first cleaner York had received after entering the rot world.

This caused a flash in York's eyes.

Mirta walked from the darkness to the candlelight. Her figure was a little thin. She was wearing a dark monastic uniform. Like the legendary Master Jiejie, she looked at the teenage girl in front of her expressionlessly. What she said was true. some temperatures,

"Do you know that your parents are coming here so late?"

The girl named Marlene grinned.

"I told them that I wanted to see Lord York who saved us, and they agreed."

But at the end, Marlene looked at Sister Mirta who was unmoved, looked at her expressionless face, and her voice became smaller and smaller, and finally she said honestly.

"I'm sorry, Sister Mirta, I ran here secretly."

The girl seemed to have done something wrong, a little uneasy, holding the hem of her clothes tightly with both hands, twisting it.

"I just want to see Lord York, and then tell him something from my heart, and then go back to sleep."

Seeing the girl like this, Mirta thought of the memory of Marlene coming here every day, and sighed softly.

"You can come here during the day in the future. You are still young and it is not suitable for you to come out so late. Go, wait for you to finish, I will take you back."

After that, Mirta turned and walked to the candle holder, and actually ignored Marlene directly.

"Thank you Sister Mirta!"

Marin's little face lit up, and she looked at the statue of Lord York, the savior who saved them and the world, and walked all the way over, and finally knelt down in front of the statue in the middle of the aisle.

Close your eyes, look pious.

She didn't say anything, but her childish voice could cross time and space and ring in York's ears.

"Lord, can you hear me? My name is Marin Ashbell, the youngest daughter of a small farm. Thank you for saving us...

I'm in a bad mood today, because my Anna is dying recently because she can't give birth to her own children. My parents are very anxious around her, and Anna's cry is also very painful. I feel very uncomfortable..."

Listening to this story-like chattering, listening to this somewhat sad childish voice, York looked at Marin kneeling on the ground, and his face became softer.

Inexplicably, he thought of himself, when he completed his daily fixed tasks every day, was God also like him?

However, in his perception, the girl named Marlene had strong talent and potential power, very strong. York felt that even if Marlene was only a teenager, once he was possessed, the increased holy power value would be enough to match the long-term accumulation of a clergyman.

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I don’t know how much time has passed. After Marlene told his statue a lot of things, she seemed to be in a better mood.

She actually refused Mirta’s escort in one breath and ran out excitedly, which made Mirta, who was about to send her back, stunned. Looking at the disappearing little figure, his face showed helplessness.

“The temple doesn’t allow ordinary people to enter.” Mirta said helplessly. In the end, for some reason, she chose to give up.

“Forget it.”

However, what she didn’t know was that a person with a glowing body walked out of the statue and followed Marlene’s footsteps under her eyes...

This year, next year, and the rest of the year, peace will accompany you year after year.

Brothers and sisters! Happy New Year!