As soon as they entered, Saxon and Amelia felt as if they had walked into a common marketplace, greeted by a very simple atmosphere.
The followers, dressed in colorful clothes, were scattered around, each forming a group and praying together.
In addition to this, some followers stood around the outskirts of the pews, whispering and talking among themselves.
But one thing they all had in common was their gaze fixed on a priest standing in the middle of the room, below the podium.
He was a middle-aged priest with a face marked by time and a rather slim figure.
Since it was morning, the priest was leading a prayer, radiating a distinct aura.
"In the name of God, we begin our prayer.
Heavenly Father, we gather before you at this moment to offer our heartfelt prayers."
All the followers made corresponding gestures along with his will.
Seeing this, Saxon and Amelia exchanged a knowing look.
They communicated with just a look, both understanding one thing:
"Wait until the prayer ceremony ends."
Following their instinct, the two found the most inconspicuous spot in the corner to sit down and quietly watch.
During the wait, they did not talk to each other or engage in any other conversation. Instead, they followed the followers in closing their eyes and clasping their fists in prayer.
This was their way of showing respect.
When the time was about right and the prayer ceremony was nearing its end, they exchanged glances and smiled understandingly, not asking each other what they had been praying for.
"It's over; let's go ask." Amelia said with a smile.
"Okay." Saxon glanced deeper into the room and noticed the robed priest stopping to listen to the followers' confessions.
"Let's go."
Saying that, Saxon took Amelia's hand and slowly walked towards the priest's location.
When they arrived, they deliberately waited a bit for the priest to finish his conversation with the followers before approaching.
What surprised Saxon and Amelia was that the priest seemed to know they were coming.
"You don't seem to be followers of the Lord?"
As he said this, under Saxon's surprised gaze, the priest smiled and added, "Although you've been earnestly participating throughout, did you specifically come to find me?"
Saxon instinctively looked at Amelia, who nodded slightly. Saxon then said, "Excuse me, are you Father Matti?"
Father Matti's eyebrows twitched slightly: "If there's no other church in Bangkok called Yellow Bridge Church, then I must be the only one called Father Matti here."
Confirming the priest's identity, Saxon didn't beat around the bush: "Hello, Father Matti, my name is Saxon, and this is my girlfriend, Amelia."
Amidst Father Matti's nod and his curious gaze, Saxon continued.
"We were sent here by Father York. He said if we had any questions, we could come to you."
Saxon specifically looked at Father Matti in front of him, noticing a hint of helplessness mixed with reminiscence on his face.
"Father York also said that you have been preaching in Thailand for a long time and are very knowledgeable about things here. Asking you would definitely be right."
Cautiously saying this, Saxon noticed Father Matti shake his head, smiling, "Indeed, only York would say such things. I've just stayed here longer, that doesn't make me an expert. There's a lot I don't know, you might have been misled by him."
Saxon was momentarily stunned, while Amelia remained composed.
Sensing Saxon's change in demeanor, Father Matti suddenly shifted the conversation, looking deeply at Amelia and then smiling, "Of course, since York referred you, if you have any questions, there are still some things I can answer. Even if you encounter any trouble in Thailand, I can offer help."
His brief words conveyed a strong sense of capability, making Saxon and Amelia feel the power behind them.
Saxon was unsure how to respond, only recalling the seemingly unchanging Father York.
It was Amelia who spoke first: "Father Matti, we haven't encountered any trouble. We just want you to help us identify the authenticity and the level of danger of this."
Saying that, Amelia, under Father Matti's gaze, took out the organized documents from her bag and handed them over.
"We are responsible for a paranormal live stream show and are invited to shoot there."
Father Matti's expression became serious as he looked at Amelia, accepting the documents.
"Miss Amelia, can you see something others can't?"
The moment he asked, Saxon immediately focused on his girlfriend.
Amelia did not hide it: "Yes, Father Matti. That's why I personally oversee it, to ensure the safety of the filming team."
After Amelia spoke, she glanced at a bewildered Saxon, her eyes filled with apology.
"No wonder, seeking fortune and avoiding disaster." Father Matti revealed an understanding look, having already noticed Amelia's uniqueness: "This kingdom is indeed different from ours; it's wise to be cautious."
Saying that, Father Matti did not immediately look at the documents but slowly put them away, glanced around at the church's followers, and then turned to walk slowly towards a side passage.
"Come with me."
Saxon and Amelia exchanged glances and followed.
They followed Father Matti through the side passage to a room.
The room's layout was simple, with a bed, chairs, and a bathroom, etc.
It appeared to be a living space.
"This is where I usually rest."
Seeing their observation, Father Matti casually explained and gestured towards the chairs: "Sit. Let me review your documents first, and then I'll give you the answers you seek."
"Okay, Father."
Hearing this, Saxon and Amelia took their seats opposite the priest.
In their view, Father Matti began to unfold the documents and read through them.
Unexpectedly, the priest's calm expression quickly turned into a frown as he began to read.
Compared to Amelia, who was also observing closely and frowning, Saxon cautiously asked, "Father Matti, is there a problem with the documents?"
"No, there's no problem with the documents. It's just that the place you're going to is Linnie's house?" Father Matti shook his head, put away the documents in front of them, and said with a serious tone, "If it's Linnie's house, my advice is that it's very dangerous. You don't need to go there; you must stop here."
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Saxon was at a loss for words for a moment, staring blankly at Father Matti on the spot.
Even Amelia had not expected the result to be like this. However, unlike Saxon, she could still calmly look at Father Matti in front of her, her eyes filled with doubt.
"Father Matti, is there a problem with the person who invited us?"
Father Matti shook his head: "No, the problem isn't really with Linnie; it's her bedridden mother that's the issue."
Saying this, Father Matti seemed to recall something and seriously added, "Regardless, it's best you stay away from this matter. If not, your lives will be targeted by certain people, especially you, Miss Amelia. They are most interested in people like you who possess some special abilities."
His words were somewhat vague, touching upon 'certain people' and 'they,' who these people were, Saxon did not understand, but he could sense the danger in those words, a danger that made his back chill.
He immediately took action, grabbing his girlfriend Amelia's hand.
"Let's stop filming and go back right now!"
Amelia took a deep breath, glanced at the contemplative Father Matti, and nodded.
"Okay."
Being able to build and create a massive live streaming platform with her own abilities, she was not a thoughtless woman. She knew what to do, as her purpose here was to avoid danger, naturally, she wouldn't be reckless.
Father Matti's expression did not change as he pushed the barely started documents towards them, smiling, "Congratulations on making the right choice."
"Thank you for your explanation, Father Matti." Amelia picked up the documents in front of her, still somewhat puzzled in her heart.
"I'm just a bit confused, who are 'they' you mentioned?"
Father Matti indifferently said, "Groups of believers in Satan and hell."
Amelia was indeed taken aback this time, as she had never considered this possibility. She had thought about extremely dangerous spirits, other filthy entities, but never that the invite could be linked to followers of Satan.
"Followers of Satan?" Saxon mumbled unconsciously.
"Is there really such a group?"
"There's nothing strange in this world; after all, there are always some who are desperate enough to take risks, born bad seeds." Saying this, Father Matti paused for a moment and explained, "What York meant by 'nothing strange' is that all kinds of bizarre things exist."
Seeing the two exchanging confused glances, having not anticipated this at all, Father Matti added, "As for why this involves followers of Satan and hell, I'm not at liberty to say."
As soon as his voice fell, there was a knock on the door.
As Saxon and Amelia were startled, Father Matti had already gotten up, walked over, and opened the door.
The person knocking was a burly monk with a knight's sword. He glanced at the two inside and said in a voice only Father Matti could clearly hear, "Father, Mr. Agado has come again."
Father Matti nodded slightly, looked back at Saxon and Amelia, who had already stood up, and said, "You should go back first. Don't touch this matter at all. It's best, as you said, to return to your country today. Probably, York wanted you to come here for this reason."
Saxon and Amelia looked at each other and nodded.
Seeing this, Father Matti smiled, "Go on, I'll see you out."
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[Prayer: Church Prayer (Completed)]
[Reward: 0.5 points awarded]
Hearing the prompt, York opened his untroubled eyes, staring at the image of Jesus and making the sign of the cross on his chest.
"Thank you for your generosity, Amen."
As his voice fell, the daily fixed task officially ended, and York began to absorb the surrounding environment.
As his prayer ended, the sky had unknowingly turned dark.
Without turning around, through the real-time 3D map, he found only Eileen was outside in the warehouse, taking inventory.
Robert, the first employee with the concept of working hours, had probably already clocked out on time.
As for John Wick, he vaguely guessed that the guy had probably gone to order something to decorate his room.
Thinking of the other party mentioning he still had some money, York couldn't help but smile. This assassin, who had been in the assassin world for over a decade, was probably richer than him, a priest.
"I only have a little over two million left."
York mocked himself, then looked at the virtual window in front of him.
With the 0.5 point just received and the 0.5 point from yesterday still unused, he had a total of one point to use.
"Slower than the reward from the mission, but better than nothing."
York decided to add this point to his spirit.
[Spirit increased from 154 to 155]
Listening to the prompt, York took out his phone.
Currently, his most likely chance to trigger a random mission came from the disc event related to the cult of Anthony Woolmar.
Unfortunately, Hannah was busy with something and hadn't returned his call yet.
Should he use the church's channels to investigate? But that would make it impossible to hide from the people inside the church, and it would eventually reach Elder Gabriel. The likely outcome would be receiving a call from Elder Gabriel.
Without thinking, York could guess the first sentence of that call:
"York, what are you planning to do..."
Thinking of this, York felt a bit of a headache. These people were afraid he would cause some big trouble, affecting the church's reputation or something, and always kept him under close watch.
"But there's another way..."
After thinking for a moment, York scrolled through his phone and dialed a number.
Soon, the unique voice of Old Mike came through.
"York?"
"It's me, Father Mike."
The voice came from a laboratory. Old Mike placed his phone on the table, busy with his hands according to a newly researched formula, without forgetting to speak.
"What do you need?"
His tone was normal, but it sounded slightly odd to York.
"Father Mike, are you in a bad mood tonight?"
Old Mike immediately stopped the drip into the vein he was working on, his mouth twitching. He couldn't help but remember his son, Hilary, and said irritably.
"Speak if you have something to say, don't dawdle, I'm busy."
York instinctively moved the phone a bit further away, "I need your help to find detailed information on a person, Tony Woolmar and the Antoni family behind him."
"Using my name again?"
Hearing this, York already knew what Old Mike's next words would be.
"What are you trying to do sneakily this time?"
"Sigh," York sighed, "Even you, Father Mike."
However, the response he got was, "York, think about what you've done, don't you have any idea?"
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