Eileen's attitude was a little cautious.
But somehow, upon seeing the appearance of the Father she was about to follow, Eileen felt the heart lodged in her throat slowly begin to drop, and the suffocating tension from before gradually softened.
Perhaps Father Yorkes was not the unusually cold priest she had imagined.
"Mm."
York replied, raising an eyebrow in surprise as he looked at the Novice Nun.
He vaguely began to understand the Old Man's arrangement.
In his perception, this Novice Nun naturally carried a calming aura, similar to the sanctity of Saint Mary.
"You already know where you're being assigned, right?"
York said, carefully observing her expression and demeanor.
Fortunately, the Novice Nun passed the test; even with an uncertain future, she was able to maintain the necessary clarity and composure.
The Novice Nun nodded seriously and said,
"Yes, I know. I will accompany you to Saint Kata Monastery and assist you with your work at Pluto Church afterward."
"Mm, since you already know, I won't say any more."
York glanced at the Jesus Statue in the center of the room, turned, and left immediately.
"Let's go. We are preparing to depart."
York's decisive attitude made Eileen slightly stunned, but seeing his figure about to disappear, she took a deep breath and quickly jogged to follow him.
Sensing footsteps behind him, York subconsciously looked to the side.
The young Novice Nun had caught up and was trying to maintain the same pace right beside his shoulder.
Seeing her expression as she forcefully suppressed her breathing, York curled his lips. To become a nun of his Pluto Church, she would at least need to train her stamina first.
With the idea of giving her some exercise, York led her to where Bishop Rolfshang was located.
A spacious office, filled with divine attributes.
"It seems you are quite satisfied, York."
Bishop Rolfshang, sitting at a luxurious desk, tilted his head and calmly looked at the Novice Nun standing several meters behind the Father, panting heavily, her chest rising and falling dramatically.
"However, she is still only a Novice Nun. You must consider her capabilities."
York was unmoved. "Bishop Rolfshang, I will handle this myself."
"Very well, she is a nun of your Pluto Church, so naturally, you will handle it."
Bishop Rolfshang withdrew his gaze and said no more; a single remark was enough. He took a folded map and a document from a drawer, placed them on the table, and pushed them across.
"Here is the map of Saint Kata Monastery, and a helicopter has been arranged in the backyard."
York smiled, took the map, and bowed respectfully.
"Thank you for your assistance, Bishop Rolfshang."
The Old Man also smiled and waved his hand.
"Go now. I will await your news."
After receiving the map, York took Eileen to his room.
"Are you tired?"
Listening to her heavy breathing, York looked back at Eileen and smiled.
"If you feel tired, you can rest here for a while."
What York didn't know was that his words actually stirred up Eileen's competitive spirit. She quickly caught her breath and firmly shook her head.
"Father Yorkes, please instruct me if there is anything I can help with."
"Alright, then please take this backpack and these other backpacks to the helicopter in the backyard."
York picked up one of the backpacks, which contained an RPG-7 Rocket Launcher and weighed about seven or eight kilograms, and handed it over with a calm expression.
"It might be heavy. Do your best."
Eileen glanced at the tall, strong Father in front of her, took the backpack with both hands, and all her previous feelings vanished instantly.
Feeling the weight of the backpack in her hands, and then looking at the other backpacks the Father indicated, Eileen said seriously,
"Understood, Father Yorkes. I will try my best."
"Mm."
York rarely showed a look of satisfaction. He took out his phone and walked toward the door.
Eileen pursed her lips, watched the Father stride away, and then, carrying the backpack with both hands, headed toward the backyard.
"This is a test given to me by God," she thought... On the busy thoroughfare.
A Harley Motorcycle, with simple, smooth lines and an imposing presence, was rapidly weaving through the traffic.
The explosive engine roar was even mixed with incredibly loud singing, causing drivers in nearby vehicles and pedestrians on the sidewalk to look sideways.
However, its owner paid no attention, even controlling the vehicle one-handed while reaching out to pull out a phone specifically set to vibrate.
"Hello! Father Yorkes."
He shouted loudly, as if afraid the person on the other end wouldn't hear him.
The call connected. York heard the sound of rushing, whistling wind and the explosive singing, and he subconsciously held the phone away from his ear.
"Are you almost here."
Hili's voice immediately sounded from the phone.
"Almost! I'll be there right away!"
It was true. Upon reaching a certain intersection, the black, sleek Harley Motorcycle turned into a different street.
Hili looked up at the church tower appearing at the end of the road and shouted,
"Father Yorkes, I can see the church now."
"Okay!"
York hung up the phone and glanced at the Friar guarding nearby. Without his coordination, Hili, whose aura was particularly noticeable, would probably have been stopped at the gate.
Before he could think much more, a roaring engine sound appeared at the end of the road.
Vroom, vroom, vroom!!
York subconsciously looked over.
A black and extremely ostentatious Harley Motorcycle appeared in his sight.
Vroom, vroom, vroom!!
Seeing the arrogance emanating from both the Harley Motorcycle and its owner, Hili, York twitched his lips.
This guy was as flamboyant as ever.
"Father Yorkes!"
Hili was clearly delighted. Seeing York at the entrance, he raised his hand and waved vigorously, shouting loudly, completely disregarding the setting.
"Father Yorkes!"
His voice completely drowned out the engine noise.
York looked again at the gate-guarding Friar whose brows were already furrowed, and he couldn't help but feel a headache coming on.
This damn guy was a problem child.
And if that wasn't enough, as the distance closed, York could even hear the lyrics of the song.
Indulging in pleasure in this city.
Wearing canvas shoes, slinging a designer bag, I'm starting to fall in love with myself, I'm that handsome.
I'm just that sexy, call the police and firefighters to cool me down.
I'm just that sexy, my handsomeness even puts out raging tempers.
I'm just that sexy, shout my name, you know who I am.
I'm just that sexy, I have a boundless future... The explosive, lip-trembling music got closer and closer until the Harley Motorcycle stopped right in front of him with a blast of wind.
York looked at Hili, who was wearing a denim vest and jeans, sporting black sunglasses, and had a patterned band tied around his neck, grinning widely. York couldn't help but slap him on the back.
Along with a loud smack!, York's helpless voice followed.
"You bastard, even when I was young, I wouldn't dare be this arrogant."