Capítulo 209: Chapter 209: The Exorcist Without a True Name
The morning sun shone through the bluish gauze curtains, illuminating the earth in a vast whiteness.
It was already morning.
[7:51]
At this exact moment, York completed reading the entire Libo series.
"Finished."
Another night without sleep, York felt energized as he turned the last page and successfully closed the book.
"Amazing, fulfilling, satisfying. This mixture of feelings is quite nice."
York stared at the third volume of the Libo series, which lay closed on his desk, and placed it into the large open safe below.
This meant he temporarily had no new knowledge to consume.
With an all-around increase in his abilities, being more than human and possessing a photographic memory was just an added feature. Hence, for York, acquiring new knowledge was a source of satisfaction.
"Knowledge is power."
York locked the safe, recalling this famous quote from his previous life and deeply resonated with it.
Even without supernatural powers, with the vast knowledge he possessed, he could still carve out a new world for himself.
"Ah, one shouldn't be too hardworking. Now, look, I've run out of books to read because of it."
York self-mockingly stood up and glanced at the toy house nearby.
The toy house, which he referred to as the ultimate 'playing house', seemed like a whole new world at that moment.
It's possible that the toy house was too small.
Annabelle, the top spirit in the house, seemed bored, lying on the sofa, watching Ultraman and the Grey Knight duke it out in a fixed circle.
This gave York the illusion of a boxing ring.
"These damned spirits, living a life more comfortable than anyone else?"
York twitched the corner of his mouth, about to go and knock some sense into the Annabelle spirit residing in the Barbie doll.
But before he could take a step, the Annabelle spirit inside seemed to sense him, glancing his way and then moving her mouth incessantly, muttering something.
Eventually, York stopped in his tracks as he watched all the dolls inside the toy house halt their actions and kneel stiffly facing him in submission.
"So sensible, I'll let you off this time."
York eyed the Barbie doll, also kneeling obediently, and abandoned the idea of knocking sense into it, turning to leave.
He was already thinking about stuffing a few spirits in there someday.
For some reason, York suddenly thought of Madame Camille's incident yesterday, which led him to think of Thailand.
"Thai spirits?"
Just coming up from the basement, York thought of the brawling scene he had seen, his eyes revealing a hint of curiosity.
"Which is more formidable, Thai or American spirits?"
Thinking of the Annabelle spirit inside the Barbie doll, York's lips curled slightly.
If given a chance, he really wanted to see who would reign supreme.
Unfortunately, it all depended on the opportunity.
York felt a bit of regret, walked into his room to grab some clothes, and headed to the bathroom to wash off non-existent dirt.
Before long, York, still full of energy, emerged from the bathroom.
But it seemed no different.
York, indifferent, felt that bathing and sleeping were no longer necessities but rather a routine part of life. In a nutshell, he did them because he wanted to.
He continued to the dining table and began eating the breakfast prepared by Eileen.
At that moment, his phone served as one of the seasonings for breakfast. At this time of day, York certainly wouldn't miss checking the group chat, as he probably wouldn't go to the church today.
The main reason was to investigate the reasons and doubts behind Ernst's suicide.
After eating, the doorbell rang outside.
York knew what was coming, opened the door, and received the documents from the courier.
"Father York, Bishop Gabriel has a message for you."
"What is it?"
York began checking the documents for tampering, looking for hidden seals and secret marks.
"This document is classified as Secret Level 3. Please keep it confidential and burn it after reading."
"I'll let the bishop know I will."
After confirming the integrity of the document, York grasped the doorknob, looked at the mysterious clergyman, and said indifferently.
"Thank you for delivering it."
After saying this, he closed the door in response to the courier's bowing salute, cutting off everything from the outside.
Watching the courier leave through the real-time 3D map in his mind, York walked to the sofa, sat down, and started to unravel the file bag to take out the documents inside.
Everyone in the church, including him, had their own personal files.
How detailed these files were depended on how devout the person was.
Despite this, some parts might not be very detailed, but at least the exorcism data was definitely complete.
Even York, who couldn't be bothered to apply for exorcism permits, submitted a report to the church, and other priests did even more so.
And that was what he wanted to see.
Taking out the file, the first thing was the personal data with a photo.
Identity background, which theological college studied at, the jurisdiction of the church - it was all there.
York even saw his own name in the friends and relations section at the bottom.
[York John]
This made York involuntarily fall silent for a moment before continuing to flip through.
After the personal data, what followed was a related activity trajectory.
York skipped everything and went straight to Ernst's exorcism reports submitted to the church.
To his surprise, Ernst had quite a few exorcism reports.
At least a dozen exorcism incidents.
"How did he live these years?" York looked at the first report.
Unlike him, and similar to Archipad, whom he protected and examined during his internship, Ernst's first exorcism was successful under the leadership of an experienced elder priest in an event of demonic possession.
"Nothing unusual."
York continued to the second report.
This time, Ernst had officially passed, leading his first exorcism.
And this event involved a spirit.
"Normal."
After glancing at the description of the spirit's appearance, York moved on to the third report.
"Also a spirit event, the demeanor confident and powerful, within normal bounds."
York confirmed as he flipped to the fourth report.
"This time it's a demon, the method was the exorcism trio, forcing the true name Moroktas..."
York looked at the face printed on it.
"Still no change, onto the fifth."
And it was this fifth exorcism report that gave York a sense of difference.
This fifth report was also about demonic possession.
However, unlike the previous detailed reports, Ernst's written word count in this one was unusually low.
"No true name? Only a description of the form? Was it a failure?"
York frowned and continued reading.
The result was that Ernst successfully performed the exorcism. The reason was that the demon didn't want to reveal its true name and retreated on its own.
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