Chapter 438: Fromm Town
Once this guess came out, York became more and more certain that the old man who had been in a coma was probably awake.
Because this uncomfortable feeling was so familiar.
That is, it only appeared when the old man was secretly cheating him.
But when it came to the bishops' conference, York could only suppress his thoughts.
Because the bishops' conference in the Vatican was equivalent to the cabinet in the previous life.
The bishops in it were all cardinals, that is, the famous cardinals. The group meeting they formed was equivalent to the cabinet meeting in the previous life, and they even had the right to elect the pope.
The status on the surface was much higher than that of him, the newly promoted diocesan bishop, at least four levels higher.
So since it was a secret meeting, it would be useless for him to ask.
"Erin, help me pay more attention." York looked at Erin and said calmly.
"As long as it involves me, report it in time."
Seeing that her bishop was so serious, Erin also began to become serious. She said respectfully: "Yes, Bishop."
York smiled and nodded.
"Eat, and when we're done, we'll go see our church."
Speaking of this, York paused as he looked at Hannah, who was still sleeping soundly in bed in the stereogram and was unkempt:
"Oh, by the way, remember to bring Hannah some breakfast. She slept very late last night and I'm afraid she's staying in bed again."
Irene nodded, indicating that she understood.
Hearing this, York glanced at Alessa, who was eating beside him, gulping down her food and not paying attention to what was happening outside. A smile appeared on his face, and he felt that life was nothing better than this, and nothing was better than now.
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St. Mary's Church.
"Amen."
York finished his daily prayer task today, opened his eyes, made a cross in front of the image of Jesus in front of him, and said the closing words.
At the same time, the reminder of the task appeared in his ears.
"Bishop Giorgi."
York looked at the old man sitting next to him and said.
Since he had finished breakfast, the old man had been waiting for him in the church.
Bishop Giorgi opened his eyes and looked over, his wrinkled face was calm.
"Goodbye." York said gently.
Bishop Giorgi nodded.
Seeing this, York stood up, bowed to the old man, and strode out.
In his stereogram, Irene and the others had been waiting for him outside for a long time, but before he got halfway, Bishop Giorgi's voice sounded behind him.
"Yorkis."
York stopped and looked back. Bishop Giorgi had stood up and was looking at him.
"I wish you a safe journey."
"Thank you." York smiled, strode away from the spot, walked to the main gate, and under the salute of the four guard knights at the door, walked towards Irene and others who were looking at this side.
Irene was wearing a close-fitting divine robe and stood quietly. Next to her was Alessa who had already run towards him, and Hannah who yawned from time to time and looked bored.
Behind the three of them were John Wick and Hilly.
"Let's go! Let's go now."
Suppressing Alesha's movement to jump over, York waved his hand and smiled.
"Yes, Bishop."
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Sonnafjord in Bergen.
The small town called Flåm welcomed an ordinary little bus, which drove on a street and finally stopped in front of an equally ordinary church.
"We're here, Bishop York."
At the signal of a priest who was about 40 or 50 years old, York withdrew his gaze from the window and nodded, looking at Irene and sending a look.
Irene indicated that she understood, got up and walked to the back to wake up Hannah and Alesha who were sleeping and leaning against each other.
As for John Wick and Hilly, they were in the front and had already stood up and looked over here.
Looking at Hannah and Alesha who were still half asleep and half awake after being woken up by Irene, York laughed.
The scenery along the way is indeed beautiful, spectacular and fascinating. There are towering and steep mountains all around, breathtaking waterfalls and deep and distant valleys, but the picturesque scenery is just like that after seeing it too much, it will feel boring.
Especially for Hannah and Alessa, they were so bored that they played games with their tablets halfway.
Looking at the two people who had been pulled up by Irene, Yorks shook his head and began to walk towards the front door. He got off the minibus accompanied by John Wick, Healy and the local priest Father Diego.
What came to us was the noise in the calm.
The sight passed through the iron gate in front of him and through the middle aisle, and what came into view was a very ordinary church that was not conspicuous at all.
Although the area in front was good, the scale of this church was even smaller than all the churches he had been in charge of so far.
It was just special that this church was built mainly of stone, with green lawns on both sides of the aisle, but there were several tombstones standing.
In the three-dimensional image, there is no body in the ground. The so-called tombstone is probably just a memorial cemetery created by local people to commemorate the past priests of this small church.
If nothing else, this smell is so right, a medieval style rushes towards you instantly.
However, this is the style here, and it is also one of the important factors that attract tourists.
York subconsciously glanced around. Although the town is small, the fjord port over there is docked with a giant cruise ship that can carry 3,000 people. This is a cruise ship specially arranged by the Kingdom of Norway for tourists.
And there is a green train heading to the mountain parked by the river facing the town, as well as large and small sightseeing cruise ships.
In addition to these, there is also a small train station, which is probably the starting point of the famous Flåm Railway Alpine Train. According to the information he knows, the Flåm Railway is said to be one of the steepest mountain railways in the world. It took the Kingdom of Norway 20 years to build it. It is therefore known as a miracle project and has now become Europe's top scenic railway.
On the other side, there is a wide camping site, and many tourists come here in RVs.
Further away is a large farm.
So even though it is already evening, there are still some tourists wandering around the streets of a town with only about a thousand people. The important thing is that there are still quite a few people, including all races.
Seeing the surprised look from the passers-by, Yorks retracted his gaze, and the information about this town naturally emerged in his mind.
Flåm is a small village with a population of less than 1,000 people in the Sognefjord area of Norway. It is hidden in the embrace of three mountains and is located in the deepest part of the Aurlandsfjord, but it is recognized as one of the most beautiful tourist destinations in the world.
It is also his ultimate destination, which means that he is about to spend a long time here.
But it must be said that the scenery along the way is still very beautiful, and the title of one of the most beautiful tourist destinations in the world does have its reasons.
The people I saw along the way were either tourists or locals who came to play. Even if the snow was heavy and the cold was pressing, it did not stop the enthusiasm of these tourists.
According to Father Diego, because Flåm serves as a transfer station, the number of tourists from 172 different countries who come to Flåm for sightseeing every year reaches more than hundreds of thousands, and at most even reaches a million.
So in order to keep a low profile, he simply asked the local clergy to arrange a small bus for their group that was not conspicuous at all, and sent back Father Cameron and others who followed.
But now it seems that it is still not low-key enough.
Feeling the constant scrutiny or curious eyes cast by tourists or locals, Yorks glanced at his robe. His robe was too conspicuous, and others could tell that he was a clergyman at a glance, but it didn't matter. From today on, he would play the role of a priest.
"Uncle Yorks, are we going to live here?"
Alessa's lazy voice came from behind. She had already got off the car with Hannah, and behind her was Irene, who was like a mother.
"This church is so small." She yawned and said, with tears in her eyes. After getting along with humans for a long time, Alessa became more and more like a human.
"After all, it was a church built in the 16th century and has a history of more than 500 years."
After speaking, Yorks looked at Father Diego who was carefully accompanying him. He knew that these people must have arranged everything long ago.
"Your Excellency, we have arranged a place for you to stay." Father Diego said, pointing to a building behind, which was only ten steps away from the church.
It was a villa made of wood, dyed red on the outside. It looked very big at the foot of the mountain. It had its own front and back yards. It was a little different from the houses or cabins on the street. The size alone was a very obvious difference.
"Yeah."
Yorks sent a look to John Wick and Hilly who kept looking around.
The two understood immediately, bowed slightly, and went to the villa together to check in advance.
Seeing this, Yorks turned back and stroked Alessa's head, and glanced at Hannah.
"Erin, you take them there too."
Erin nodded and motioned to Alessa and Hannah to let them follow.
"Ah."
Hannah yawned and looked at Yorks, "Father, I'll take Alessa there."
After staying up all night and running around during the day, she was too sleepy. She hadn't slept enough.
"Yeah."
Yorks smiled and nodded, waved to Alyssa, who was led by Hannah and looked back from time to time, then looked at the small church in front of him, stretched out his hand to push open the iron door, and walked in on his own.
Father Diego, who had been following him, and his deacon monk hurried to catch up.
"I heard that this place is usually closed?" Yorks walked on the path in the middle, looking at the grass on both sides and the several tombstones standing there, and said calmly.
"Yes, Bishop Yorks, because there are too many tourists coming and going." Father Diego replied.
"So in order to protect the state here, except for the ten days of visiting days every month, it is usually closed."
Yorks walked calmly to the wooden door of this small church with a history of more than 500 years, stretched out his hand to push it open.
What was reflected in front of him was the plain church. Compared with the churches he had seen, this church was very simple.
There weren't too many decorations, and even the glass windows next to them had no patterns or patterns. They looked plain and not much different from ordinary windows. York could tell that these two windows were not original, but specially modified windows.
The stone walls were uneven, with a few candles hanging on them.
One could imagine how the priests in the Middle Ages moved at night, walking in the dark with a lamp in hand, running around everywhere.
He was sure that the Middle Ages must have been more chaotic than it is now.
Imagining that hectic scene in his mind, York continued to walk in the middle aisle, and behind him were Father Diego and others who accompanied him.
"When the time comes, pull a piano over for me." York pointed to the open space next to the platform and said calmly.
"A child will come here for internship after the holiday."
Father Diego and his deacons looked at each other and nodded.
"Yes, Bishop York, I will start to arrange it tomorrow."
York pointed to several modern hanging lamps hanging on the ceiling.
"This lighting should also be changed. Try to use warm light that can set off the atmosphere, such as the flame of candlelight."
Father Diego silently noted it down, "Yes, Bishop York, I have noted it down."
York pointed to the benches on both sides again, "These also need to be changed. I need brand new benches, otherwise so many people can't sit."
Father Diego still nodded in agreement. In front of York, he had no right to refuse.
"Since it has been decided to open, remember to send the donation box as well." York's face was not red and his heart was not beating.
"Sometimes accepting the offerings of believers is beneficial to their psychological construction, because offering is actually equal to giving, so that God can know what they have done, and we can also do things for believers wholeheartedly."
"Yes, Bishop York." Father Diego said, and his originally calm voice finally fluctuated.
"I have noted it down."
York chose to ignore the change in Father Diego's voice and looked at the old decorations around him that were deliberately placed to increase the sense of age.
"Also, take back all these antiques that look expensive, so that no one can touch them and damage them."
Father Diego still nodded and said he understood.
For a while, under York's instructions, this church with a history of more than 500 years was completely changed.
All the things used to increase the sense of age were taken back to the library, and more modern decorations were added while replacing them with new ones.
For example, exquisite and gorgeous curtains need to be hung on the windows, and the windows need to be re-dyed.
New candle holders need to be placed behind the platform, and lights need to be used to set off the atmosphere of the platform.
Some oil paintings with metaphors of religion need to be hung on the uneven stone walls to add a little more style to attract believers.
"Give me the key to the church, and then go back and prepare." York looked at Father Diego and others standing next to the minibus and said very straightforwardly.
"Don't rush to prepare, there is plenty of time, but remember to tell me when the renovation is done."
"Yes"
Father Diego has roughly figured out the character of this legendary bishop by now, and obediently handed over the master key carefully.
Yorks took it and closed the iron door that separated tourists and locals, and locked the padlock on it.
After doing this, Yorks glanced at the minibus. Father Diego and others were still standing there quietly, not daring to move.
"Go back early, it's getting late, be careful on the road." Yorks knew that if he didn't leave, these clergymen would not dare to leave first. As he spoke, he walked slowly towards the villa behind the church, which had already turned on the lights.
The voices of Father Diego and others came from behind him.
"Yes, Bishop Yorks."
Yorks didn't look back, but waved his hand to signal.