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Chương 352: Chapter 352: Hannah

After breakfast, everyone went their separate ways.

Simon had already left New York to visit his aging father back home.

After all, even clergy members, no matter their age, will eventually pass away; even if it means going to heaven, it's still associated with death. As for Eileen, clad in a skirt and jacket, she was busy with the tasks he had arranged for her, using his name to liaise with the clergy at the Cathedral of New York.

If possible, York would indeed like to take a few days off. Of course, he could also ignore the Pluto Church and let it be, but he didn't want to disappoint the familiar congregants, so he had no choice but to send another priest there.

The only thing left was the matter concerning the god of killing, John Wick.

Some time later.

"John, if you want to perform this baptismal ceremony in the church, honestly, I can agree to that," York said in a clean room, filled with candlelight in a private chapel, wearing a bishop's robe that only a bishop could wear.

Kneeling before him was John Wick.

Next to him, Eileen had changed back into her old, deep monastic robes. In her hands, she held a circular tray with a bowl of holy water, a crucifix, a heavy Bible, and even a monk's specific robes.

Yes, what York needed to do now was to allow John Wick to possess the ability to wield holy power, in other words, to administer baptism or ordination.

If during his time as a priest, York wouldn't have this authority, though he possessed the skill of exorcism, which detached everything, but a shift in role required a bishop-level clergy to lead, only then his talent could make him a true clergy member.

Fortunately, his current role as a bishop naturally gave him the power to conduct this baptismal ceremony and transform an ordinary man into a true clergy member.

Typically, such ceremonies need to be conducted in a cathedral, in the presence of God, to grant an ordinary person the qualification and ability to use holy power, but York also possessed the authority of exorcism, so he started simply.

This was exactly what John Wick wanted.

As a killer whose hands were stained with blood, after retiring from the assassin business, he always felt he was a sinful man, utterly unworthy to become a glorious clergy member under the witness of many believers.

Because he felt, he didn't deserve it.

"Bishop, I think this place is just right," John Wick said seriously, head bowed, gazing at the smooth floor.

"I am a man of sin, unworthy of forgiveness under blessing; my conscience won't allow it."

"Alright," York smiled, sensing John Wick's emotions. The current god of killing, should he be described as burdened or relieved?

But all of this was irrelevant to him; in the church, everyone had a chance to start anew.

"John, I respect your choice. Now, as York John, the bishop, I will perform the baptism for you."

John Wick bowed his head deeply and closed his eyes.

"Yes."

At that moment, the voice of the once numb and cold killer trembled slightly.

York reached out to take the heavy Bible from the tray in Eileen's hand.

"You will become a servant of God, serving the church and the believers, taking on the responsibility of spreading God's gospel, motivating believers, and caring for church affairs. This is a mission full of challenges and dedication, but also one of glory and joy. Are you ready, John?"

John Wick's breathing became heavy.

"Yes, I am willing to follow His path wholeheartedly and defend my mission with my life! I take the word of God as my reference and pledge to follow His teachings, displaying loyalty and integrity in my clerical duties."

York slightly raised his eyebrows, seemingly surprised by these words. He supported the heavy Bible with his left hand and placed his right hand on John Wick's head, ready to grant him the exorcism, allowing him to wield holy power and use his enchanted weapons.

"John Wick, may God bless you! May He grant you wisdom, grace, and firm conviction so that you can faithfully fulfill your duties as clergy and be blessed and guided in your service, may your life become a testimony to your faith."

Under these words, a noticeable change appeared on John Wick, as if he was emitting a layer of holy light.

This caused Eileen, who stood by, to show a slight change in expression.

She quietly stared at her bishop, thinking to herself, "As expected."

The situation was incorrect, raising some doubts in her about her bishop. The current scene confirmed her suspicions.

Her bishop was indeed different from everyone else, making her even more certain of her spiritual reliance.

Yes, after following and witnessing along the way, she had long changed her spiritual reliance.

Now, it was just more firm than before.

[10 points of holy power consumed]

Just like in the corrupt world, after a fixed consumption of ten points, York heard the familiar prompt and looked at John Wick, who had truly become a clergy member kneeling before him, then smiled.

"John, I, York John, bishop, now proclaim you a deacon of the church and grant you the corresponding authority and responsibilities. Please stand up now."

John Wick took a deep breath and stood up without having time to experience the changes in his body or the warm light within him.

York saw this and patted the shoulder of his new deacon, then took the crucifix from the tray in Eileen's hands and hung it around John Wick's neck as he bowed again.

This was his exorcised crucifix, fortified with a hundred points, which would repel evil if burst, and even demons caught off guard would be injured.

Moreover, once John Wick used this crucifix, combined with the Bible, to exorcise demons or evil spirits, the effect would dramatically increase.

So, a hundred points was quite a lot; any more, and the crucifix would likely manifest, which would be too conspicuous.

To swap, it would be like a man walking down the street with a golden dog head, or a fisherman carrying a dozen kilos of fish through the streets.

John Wick, now able to use holy power, could also feel the terrifying energy of the crucifix and couldn't help but glance at the bishop in front of him, only to see the bishop nodding slightly and handing over the heavy Bible.

"This is yours, John."

York smiled, "Every clergy member has one, Simon does too, as does Eileen, and now you can finally wield the power of the Bible. So, take good care of it."

Hearing this, John Wick glanced at Sister Eileen next to him, who nodded lightly. After seeing the heavy Bible before him, a chord in his heart was touched, and he silently received the Bible he might read for the rest of his life.

He remembered his wife, who had passed away many years ago.

York, noticing the subtle change in John Wick's expression, sighed and continued to take the monk's robes from the tray Eileen held.

"This is the deacon's robe. While it seems ordinary, the material is top-notch, warm in the winter and cool in the summer, and even protective."

With that, York chuckled, "Though the style isn't very flattering, and the color is dark and not very attractive, it's more comfortable than regular clothes."

John Wick took the monk's robe he would often wear from now on, carefully examining it and calmly stated, "Bishop, I like it."

Then, he earnestly asked, "Bishop, is there anything else I need to do?"

York raised an eyebrow, catching the meaning behind those words, "That's it, everything is simplified, the main step is over. You should be able to sense the changes in your body, right?"

John Wick nodded truthfully.

"So, that's really the end of it. Normally, there would be a communion ceremony next, allowing the new clergy to interact with the believers and get acquainted, but, in my case, that can also be omitted. From now on, you just need to report to me."

John Wick took a deep breath, nodded affirmatively, and then said, "Bishop, I want to go back and tell Helen."

York nodded, "Of course, you can."

For a moment, John Wick's actions still followed the style of his assassin days, precise and no dallying.

Even his modified car was driven away by him.

"This guy really isn't polite at all," York stood by a floor-to-ceiling window watching the disappearing car tail, chuckling.

The orphan who had nowhere to go in the USA still stood by his side, "Bishop, who is Helen?"

"John Wick's wife," York sighed, "A devout believer I know well. She used to come to church often, bringing John Wick along, so that's how we met."

"Eileen was puzzled.

York resolved this doubt and then turned to leave, "Helen has cancer, advanced stage."

Hearing this, Eileen didn't know what to think, but she naturally felt a sense of heaviness. She stood still for a while before turning to follow her bishop's steps.

The next scene, however, shifted to the neighboring house, just across a small path.

Eileen didn't understand, nor did she know why her bishop suddenly decided to visit, but she could feel her bishop's awkward expression and a bit of hesitation.

"Ahem."

York withdrew his perspective from the holographic map, shifting away from Hannah, suppressing the sudden agitation in his heart, and with a calm tone addressed Eileen's changing expression.

"This house is where a friend of mine lives. We're close, and if possible, I'd like you to meet Hannah. Although Hannah is just an information broker and hacker, because of my connection, she will

 specially collect some information about supernatural events and news.

This is a private channel, so the church doesn't know about the things you do, and even if they find out, you would have already completed all the tasks."

Eileen blinked, recalling some rumors about her bishop due to his words.

Known for his intense hatred of demons and numerous exorcisms.

She had learned this from Mother Theresa, the nun who had raised her, and from what she heard in the church.

Eileen knew that her bishop had indeed done many good deeds, influencing a wide range of colleagues.

That's why many peers in the church held great respect for her bishop.

"Understood, Bishop. If possible, I would like to meet Ms. Hannah," Eileen said, blinking again.

In fact, she was even more eager to learn about her bishop from Hannah, since they had worked together for a long time and Hannah must know a lot more.

York nodded, estimating the time it would take for Hannah to finish dressing after her shower, then reached out to ring the doorbell.

As the doorbell echoed, York resumed his sensory perception, directly locking onto Hannah's location.

In the villa's bathroom.

He saw Hannah, who had just put on her clothes, obviously a bit stunned. Then, she pulled out a sleek black handgun from a drawer, her bewildered expression quickly turning into one of vigilance.

"Heh, still very vigilant, huh."

Watching Hannah walk out of the bathroom, quickly slipping on a jacket and tucking the handgun into her waistband while also picking up an assault rifle from beside the bed, then going over to a laptop, York chuckled.

The acquaintance with Hannah had started at a shooting range and had evolved into this current situation.

At that moment, a scream came from inside the villa.

It was Hannah's voice; she obviously saw who was standing at her front door.

York looked up, waving at a very inconspicuous, tiny camera tucked away in a corner.

"Long time no see, Hannah," he said.

York knew Hannah would hear this.

Then the unmistakable sound of footsteps came from inside, revealing the emotions of their owner.

But what bothered York was that Hannah was still holding her favorite assault rifle, a G36, known for its ease of use and manufactured by Heckler & Koch in Germany.

Through the holographic map, York watched as Hannah, still wearing a long coat and gripping the G36, marched towards him, a smile tugging at his lips, uncertain whether Hannah was actually planning to shoot him.

As the front door burst open and Hannah, with her rifle aimed at him and showcasing her fit figure, York jokingly said,

"Hannah, you're not really planning to shoot me, are you?"

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Chương 353: Chapter 353: Seeking Supernatural Events

While Hannah clearly had no intention of actually shooting York, she instead screamed again like a child, causing a mix of exasperation and nostalgia in him.

Hannah, a medium with the ability to communicate with spirits, had met York at a shooting club in England. She had been plagued by the supernatural for years, with her own family members—including her sister—being malevolent spirits wanting to consume her for rebirth.

York found it hard to imagine how Hannah had endured such conditions. This explained her preference for closed environments and her somewhat peculiar personality. Whether in the past or now, Hannah's mental state was slightly off.

Fortunately, when they first met, York was looking for opportunities to trigger random tasks, and they clicked instantly. At the cost of a dozen enchanted bullets, he had dispatched the three vicious spirits haunting her.

This event made Hannah reliant on him, and at that time, she was completely unaware of what her figure implied to men. Despite this, remembering Hannah's initial hedgehog-like wariness still made York smile as he reached out his hand.

When he extended his hand, Hannah, fresh from the bath and smelling of soap, bumped her forehead against it.

"Father, I want a hug!" Hannah reached out to tug at his clothes.

York, slightly taken aback by her forwardness, chided, "Don't even think about it!"

It was hard to understand how such a beautiful girl could act so childishly around him, while maintaining a cold and distant demeanor, like a hedgehog, around others.

"Please!" York glanced at Eileen, who seemed amused by the situation, feeling slightly embarrassed.

"Please put on some clothes!"

Reluctantly, York moved to fasten Hannah's coat.

"There's someone else here, Hannah."

"Oh, is this your deaconess?" Hannah used the moment to press into York's embrace, giving Eileen a sweeping glance.

Eileen had a classic oval face, exuding a sweet and lovely charm coupled with a gentle and homely demeanor, which somehow made her seem trustworthy.

Jolted by the impact, York managed to cover Hannah's reveal and again grasped her head to pull her away.

"It seems introductions aren't necessary."

With her head firmly grasped by his large hand, Hannah continued to fidget, introducing herself.

"Eileen Famiga, a simple nun from the Roman convent, recently became York John's deaconess, catching public attention."

Eileen was surprised and looked like she wanted to say something, but York had already pushed Hannah into the house.

"Don't be too surprised; hacking is basic for her, especially since she keeps a close watch on my activities, so hiding this from her isn't possible."

York nonchalantly spoke, still not letting go of Hannah's head, his tall stature and long arms proving quite effective in keeping the restless Hannah from escaping his grasp.

"Damned priest!"

Hannah, annoyed, tried to apply some judo techniques on his arm, which felt as solid as steel, and then bit him hard.

However, it was like biting into something very tough, and she couldn't help but stare at the priest, who remained utterly unfazed.

"Haven't you come out yet, Hannah?" York looked around the empty living room, sighing.

Aside from some cooking utensils and signs of activity in the kitchen, the living room was utterly barren—no sofa, no TV, no decorations, no dining table. It looked as if no one lived there.

York knew that all these items were crammed into that small room, indicating that Hannah spent all her time there, living in the bedroom with the bath, only stepping out to the tiny sofa and bed, immersed in the virtual world.

This was why Hannah's hacking skills were among the top in the world because the online world might well be her entire world.

While she seemed normal when they were together in England, now her situation had worsened.

"I've come out," Hannah replied, sensing York's mood shift, she stopped struggling, letting him hold her head casually.

"It's just a habit. I think I'm fine, otherwise, I wouldn't have sneaked here."

"I was trying to surprise you, but you ran off! You ran off!!"

"Why didn't you answer my calls?" York smiled, sensing Eileen closing the door behind them.

"You hung up when you called me?" Hannah glanced at Eileen behind him.

"I was busy at the time, so..." York avoided mentioning the breach and, seeing Hannah calming down, finally let go of her head.

The secrecy of the breach was high-level, and he couldn't disclose it just because of Hannah.

"That's why I had Eileen hold onto my things."

But as he said this, Hannah bumped into him again.

York was nearly defeated by her persistence and chose to ignore it, glancing around the room to ensure it was clean before saying helplessly.

"Why are you still like a child?"

Hannah, breathing in

 a scent she'd never forget, glanced at Eileen, who looked slightly awkward, and grinned.

"I am a child in front of you."

"Alright, alright! Won't you invite me in?" 

Hannah knew what he meant; she shrugged, squeezed into his embrace again, took a deep breath, and then led the way.

"Please come in, my Father."

Hannah straightened up, her feet together, one knee gently bent, making her body dip slightly, one hand on her chest and the other lightly touching her bent knee, directly pointing towards her room.

"What is this performance?"

York's face twitched slightly, but he had no choice but to follow Hannah into her room with Eileen.

Inside, the scent of a girl's room mixed with Hannah's personal scent enveloped them—more a fragrance of daily showers than body odor.

Luckily, both Hannah and Eileen lacked the typical Western body odor.

After settling in the cramped, but neatly arranged room, York nonchalantly sat on a corner of a small sofa.

The room was tidy despite the clutter: a small table in front of the sofa held several laptops and a desktop, surrounded by numerous mobile phones and some books.

"This is where I spend my days," Hannah said, leaning against York and gesturing to Eileen. "Since you're his deaconess, feel free to sit anywhere."

Eileen, observing the crammed room, instinctively looked at York.

York nodded, "Don't mind her."

As Eileen settled near the bed, Hannah leaned closer to York and whispered, "Father, there's something off about your deaconess. She looks at you strangely!"

York ignored her, beginning to sift through the data on Hannah's desk. He was here to surprise Hannah but also to see what she had discovered.

During this downtime, he intended to rigorously train his deaconess, believing she had untapped potential as a descendant of a saint.

"I refuse to believe that the only descendant of Saint Lucia, known for rebirth through fire and as a symbol of light, has only these capabilities."

"There must be something more I haven't uncovered."

"The legacy of a saint shouldn't be wasted," York thought, letting Hannah carry on her antics while he quietly examined the data she had gathered.

Maybe his actions were too apparent, for Hannah looked up and said, "With your status, do you still need to do this? To be involved in such things?"

"I cannot coexist with evil! Just thinking about all these supernatural incidents makes me uneasy."

York responded casually as he found a recent report of paranormal activity.

"Is this real?"

He saw a plea for help from someone named Riley, detailing her distressing experiences: sensations of an unseen presence, kitchen items moving on their own, and recently tidied rooms becoming inexplicably messy as if someone had ransacked them. Windows would shatter without cause, and most troubling, Riley saw figures playing around her child, leading her to move, yet the disturbances only intensified, and her child had fallen into an inexplicable coma.

Reading the post, which detailed the events like a diary, York recognized the nature of the incident.

He recalled sculptures that allowed ordinary people without mediumistic abilities to communicate with the dead and a mysterious toy house that created a space to trap malevolent spirits.

"Of course, it's real," Hannah replied, snuggling against the arm that comforted her and grabbing the mouse from the priest to click on a video.

The screen showed a clip where a baby stroller moved on its own, crashing into a door despite the brakes being engaged—a situation that would require a significant force to occur.

"It's terrifying, isn't it? As if something really pushed the stroller," Hannah whispered.

York glanced at her, tempted to mention her childhood spent battling malevolent spirits in her family, but he asked instead, "Has anyone dealt with it?"

Many ordinary people, besides seeking help from the high and mighty church, turn to mediums like the Warrens for help.

This is why the church does not forbid the existence of these unregistered mediums; as long as issues are resolved, the church won't complain.

"After all, the faithful are but a small part of the global population."

This necessity for folk mediums or hunters is crucial, as the world is too vast for the church to handle alone, despite being the largest and most authoritative organization in exorcism.

"I don't know," Hannah shrugged after several clicks. "She hasn't posted recently. Someone might have taken up her plea. I wanted to mention it to you."

York glanced at the post's timestamp—four days ago—and pondered.

"Is it close by?"

"Close, right here in New York," Hannah clicked, displaying a map with Manhattan's Upper West Side at the center.

"Lead me to her plea," York instructed calmly.

Hannah looked at him surprised, "You deal with these minor issues now?"

"Why not?" York replied lightly, repeating the line he often used to dismiss inquiries

, "I cannot coexist with evil! Even if it's minor, it's still evil. The sesame is small, but it has all five organs."

He paused, adding, "And this isn't for me to handle, but for Eileen."

Eileen, who had been quietly observing, was taken aback, clearly not expecting to be involved, her mouth agape in surprise.

Hannah glanced back at Eileen, then began typing.

"Father, about the fee for this information, I'd like to discuss it with you!"

York, half-amused, replied, "You money-grubber! You want to charge for this?"

"In your words, 'Each matter should be settled on its own merits,'" Hannah quipped, her disheveled blonde hair bouncing as she shook her head.

"Fine, I'll transfer the money later," York conceded.

For him, money had become inconsequential, relegated to the dust, so much so that he still had access to millions.

"No, I don't need money," Hannah suddenly said, tilting her head, "I want to go too! Otherwise, I won't click."

York stared at her seriously for a few seconds, seeing her unwavering determination, he sighed.

"Alright, alright! You can come along too!"

Hearing this, Hannah smiled brightly and clicked the mouse.

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