Chapter 437 Unification

"Transfer to my name?" Yorks frowned instinctively, looking at Bishop Giorgi who looked calm, and never thought that this was related to him.

With his current status, he is indeed qualified to inherit any diocese, but he does not have so much time to deal with the affairs of a diocese.

As mentioned earlier, he likes freedom and does not like to be confined to a certain place.

And a diocese with a scope of a country as a unit, the affairs in it are imaginable, he does not have so much time, instead of managing the diocese, it is better to go around, like his status basically has nothing to lack, power? No, money? No.

"I refuse." Yorks calmly rejected Bishop Giorgi, "You should know that I agreed to the request to be promoted to bishop before."

Bishop Giorgi's kind face froze, and he said speechlessly: "You are still that lazy temperament, really no change at all."

Yorks smiled: "Bishop Giorgi, if you change, it's not me anymore."

Bishop Giorgi sighed, "So how could I not make some preparations?"

Yorks narrowed his eyes slightly.

"You should know how terrifying the resources of a diocese are." Bishop Giorgi said calmly.

York nodded and agreed with this sentence. In this world, it is true that clergy can sacrifice their lives for believers or justice, but in the end he is still a human being, so he has five emotions and six desires.

"Many people can fight for their heads." York sighed.

"I transferred the Norwegian diocese to your name, which does not affect your freedom." Bishop Giorgi said: "You can support your people to manage it, or you can let my assistants help manage it, so transferring it to your name does not affect your actions.

York, to use a metaphor, you just have one more house that can be managed by others."

Speaking of this, Bishop Giorgi looked at York, "And I have submitted the proposal, you can think about it for a few more days and then refuse it."

Meeting such a person who rushed to give money, and who had some conflicts with him before, York was indeed a little caught off guard.

"Bishop Giorgi, why do you do this."

This is what he didn't understand.

Bishop Giorgi did not answer immediately. He retracted his gaze, looked at the statue of Jesus in front of him, made a cross on his chest, and looked peaceful.

"It's just a change between the old and the new, York."

After saying that, Bishop Giorgi stood up and looked back at York, who was silent and didn't know what he was thinking, and left a word.

"And I just want to find the most suitable person for the diocese where I have devoted my life."

Footsteps sounded, and the old man walked slowly towards the depths.

York did not move, but just watched Bishop Giorgi leave, but when Bishop Giorgi disappeared from his sight, he shook his head.

He felt that there was something fishy about this matter.

"I always feel that something is hidden from me behind."

York thought about it seriously, and always felt uncomfortable in his heart, so he stood up.

"Let Irene check it tomorrow."

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At the same time.

When York began to feel that there was something fishy, ​​in a magnificent Roman-style building far away in the sky.

Bishop Cecil, wearing a red robe and a black dress, was pushing open the door in front of him as the clergy around him bowed their heads.

Bishop Cecil, passing by the luxurious decorations in the room, stopped at a large French window at first sight.

In front of the French window, an old man with white hair was sitting there, looking up at the scenery outside quietly.

Bishop Cecil pursed his lips, walked slowly, picked up the blanket on the chair, stepped to the side of the old man, and then gently placed it on the old man's knees.

"Cecil, is the meeting over?" The old man smiled, his face was full of kindness, but in Bishop Cecil's eyes, that face was covered with a layer of sacred light.

Bishop Cecil nodded, "Your Majesty, the proposals for the successors of the Norwegian Diocese, the Thai Diocese, the Island Diocese, the Argentine Diocese, the Korean Diocese, the Free Archdiocese, etc. have been preliminarily passed."

These dioceses were all dioceses that York had visited when he became a bishop and began to deal with the world rift.

"Do they have any objections?" His Holiness Gregory said calmly.

"No," Bishop Cecil said calmly.

"I dare not, now York is the most popular choice."

His Holiness Gregory nodded with satisfaction, as if he thought of someone, and his smile looked very kind: "I didn't expect that there would be such a day, and I just woke up."

The old man's voice was a little emotional.

"This child is really unexpected. I thought he was just qualified to inherit my position, but I didn't expect to do so well."

Bishop Cecil took a deep breath and said in a somewhat excited voice: "They all saw that the world rift could be ended, otherwise this proposal would not have been passed at all. It can be said that this is the best time for unification."

His Holiness Gregory's eyes were shining, and his smile was brilliant.

"What I and the popes of all generations have not done is actually possible. This is really a dazzling future. York should not know about this now, right?"

Bishop Cecil shook his head: "You probably don't know yet. I control all the channels of intelligence, the sources of information, the possibility of leaks, and control the possibility of leaks within a certain range, but"

Bishop Cecil paused.

Gregory blinked his eyes.

"The deaconess Irene of York is a bit shrewd. She may have felt it." Bishop Cecil said.

"I just don't know if she will mention it in front of Yorkshire."

"Irene?" Gregory thought of the nun he sent, but he also smiled.

"You know it if you know it. This child is inherently passive. He has no right to refuse. We just want to put all the parishes in his name. We don't want him to do anything, nor do we want him to manage it. He should do whatever he needs to do,

He could go wherever he wanted, it would be his parish in the end. "

Thinking of this, His Majesty Gregory couldn't help but become happy.

"That is to say, even if he knows, even if he wants to threaten to quit the church, he is still the manager of those parishes. He can't make any changes, and he can't stop the wheel of fate, even if he comes to me and complains. , what a shame, those parishes are still in his name.

He wants to hold a meeting and re-select his successor. Yes, there are many of us, and the minority obeys the majority principle. Just reject his proposal. Anyway, as long as we are here, then he will be the king of this world. When we return to the embrace of God, then inertia will Under this, he couldn't make any changes. "

Hearing this, Bishop Cecil nodded and also laughed. What I have to say is that His Majesty knows York very well and knows it very accurately.

If in the past they loved and hated the Yorkists and could not do anything, now they directly turned against the generals and made the Yorkists love and hate them but could not do anything.

He is so powerful that he solved a world rift in less than a year, but how can he attack old bones like them? Is that lazy but affectionate little guy willing to give up?

The two old men seemed to have thought of something, looked at each other in tacit understanding, and then laughed.

The whole room was filled with the joyful laughter of the two old men.

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"Hey, why am I still feeling a little uncomfortable?" Yorks stood up from the bed. This feeling of discomfort has never disappeared since he returned to the resting place from St. Mary's Church.

"There is definitely some conspiracy going on that I don't know about." Yorks muttered in his heart.

“Even it’s still about me.”

For a person of his level, if something is done to him, he will definitely react in some way.

Just like chanting the devil's true name will be sensed by the devil, it is said that you are looking at the abyss, and the abyss is also looking at you.

"hiss!"

Yorks took a breath, turned on the control of the three-dimensional map, and accurately located Irene's location. Then he stood up and walked over. After opening the door, he stretched out his hand to touch a figure who was running towards him excitedly.

Alessa's forehead was pushed, she looked up at the hero with big hands and said in disappointment.

"Uncle York, are you awake?"

She also wanted to take advantage of Uncle York's sleep, jump a few meters high and then jump on York's body to wake him up.

Yorks nodded, pressed Alessa's head, and led her to the living room.

John Wick and Healy were already sitting at the dining table in the living room. They were busy with something and eating the breakfast they had prepared.

The breakfasts prepared by the two are completely different. John Wick is a very simple one, just a glass of milk and a piece of bread, while Healy is a very rich one, eating meat early in the morning.

When the two of them saw him approaching Alessa, who looked unhappy, they just lowered their heads slightly, saluted and said good morning.

"Good morning, Lord Bishop."

This is the morning routine of his team, very natural and harmonious.

Of course, this is also due to his maintenance and deliberateness. Otherwise, according to people who like to abide by the rules, these deacons would not be qualified to serve on the table, let alone the very natural attitudes of John Wick and Healy.

He doesn't like the strict hierarchy, but likes the atmosphere of intimacy in nature.

"Good morning."

Yorks replied in the same way, pressing Alessa on a seat. In front of her seat, she had just eaten a little breakfast, including cereal, bacon, eggs, toast, etc., completely British style.

"Good morning, Lord Bishop." Eileen, who was also beside him, had already stood up when he came over.

"Erin, good morning."

Yorks glanced at the breakfast in front of Erin. It was all grass, green, and a hearty salad.

"Eileen, can you feel full after eating these?"

Yorks temporarily hid his thoughts, pulled up the stool, sat down and looked at Irene who had left his seat and was about to bring his breakfast.

"Yes." Erin said with a gentle smile. She came over with a glass of oatmeal milk in her right hand and a plate with oatmeal, fried eggs, ham, etc. in her left hand and placed them in front of him.

"All right."

Hearing Irene's affirmative response, Yorks could only say this, but looking at Hannah who was sleeping soundly in the room but having everything through the three-dimensional view, he still said one more thing to Irene.

"Eat more meat, you are too thin."

"Okay, Lord Bishop." But Eileen had her own style, she just responded calmly, and then continued to chew grass.

Yorks had no choice but to pick up the oatmeal milk and take a sip first. As soon as he finished drinking it, Alessa's voice rang in his ears.

"Uncle Yorks! There's me too!"

Yorks subconsciously glanced at Alessa's breakfast. He saw that he had everything he needed, but the portion was still large, but he looked at Alessa's hopeful eyes and said still.

"Well, you should also eat more and grow taller."

The three deacons at the table looked at Alessa, who was almost a head shorter, looked at each other and raised the corners of their mouths slightly.

Feeling the gaze, Alessa rolled her eyes upwards like crystals and rolled her eyes at them. She put the toast in front of her into her mouth and took a big bite. She secretly decided to eat more so that she could grow taller in the future. .

"Your Majesty Bishop, I have finished eating. I will go over to meet my colleagues from the Norwegian Diocese and check the car." John Wick stood up at this time and bowed slightly.

"Yeah." Yorkist waved his hand casually. This was originally one of the responsibilities of a monk. I don't know if it was because of his experience as a killer, but John Wick did an extremely good job as a monk.

John Wick nodded and left his seat with his breakfast trash.

Not long after, Healy also picked up the dinner plate and stood up.

"My Lord Bishop, I will go too."

Yorks also waved. After Healy left, he took a fork into the fried eggs and looked at Irene.

"Eileen, is there anything going on at the church recently?"

Eileen stopped and looked at her bishop: "What are you referring to?"

"It's about me." York said calmly.

Eileen was moved in her heart, but she nodded: "Bishop, there is something circulating outside recently."

"What's the matter?" Yorkshire ate silently.

"The position of the Pope." Eileen looked at her with a look.

"It is said that you are the next pope destined by the church."

Hearing this, Yorks twitched the corners of his mouth, and even the interest in tasting it disappeared.

In fact, he also knew about this matter. The outside world was spreading it, so how could he not know it? After all, every pope in the past, including the old man who had not yet woken up, was related to the cracks in the world. He, the only person who could solve the cracks in the world, was How can it be avoided.

It can be said that being related to the cracks in the world is related to the position of the Pope.

His attitude towards this matter is to take it as it comes. In short, in the big meeting a few years later, he will just vote veto.

But this incident was definitely not the source of his discomfort.

"That's it?" Yorks put down his fork and said calmly.

Eileen nodded. She thought about it seriously and said one more thing: "The bishops' conference at the headquarters held a secret meeting yesterday. It is not clear what the topic was, but I think the purpose of this meeting is The issue seems to be relevant to you."

Yes, caught.

Yorks grinned. Sure enough, he was still at the headquarters. No wonder he felt a familiar sense of déjà vu.

"Is the old man awake?"