72 Chapter 72: Lorraine's Call

Time flowed quietly.

After a while.

Feeling mentally exhausted, York finally stopped the rhythm of consecration and looked at the table. By then, he had consecrated two hundred and twenty bullets, turning them into holy bullets. This was done by meticulously timing each consecration; otherwise, his eighty or so mental strength points would not have been sufficient.

"Phew…" York let out a breath and summoned his personal panel.

[York] [...] [Mental: 20/83]

[...] He had reached his limit. Looking at the remaining 20 points of mental strength, York pinched the bridge of his nose.

Throughout the consecration process of the two hundred and twenty holy bullets, he had been experimenting along the way. Consecration, indeed, was similar to enchantment, with the primary difference being that one used mental strength and the other magic power.

However, a fundamental difference was that if his magic power was depleted, he would feel nothing more than an empty stomach. But mental strength could also include his own psyche.

Once it fell below twenty points, he would start to feel a headache. Therefore, after experimenting, York decided to set twenty points as his baseline.

"One hundred and twenty bullets should be enough for now," York stopped pinching his brow, quietly packed up, and placed each bullet into the marked holy bullet box. With these preparations, he would no longer be restricted in the future.

Having packed the bullets and looking at their golden color, York felt a ripple in his heart. He really wanted to find an evil spirit or demon to test the effects of these holy bullets, as well as the consecrated phone's recordings.

If effective, would other technological products also work? Unfortunately, until Robert's family arrived, he had no chance to experiment, even his plan to make holy water from pure water through consecration was interrupted.

[9:34 PM]

[Tem Community] "…"

"Robert, this is the key to the house, make sure to keep it safe."

Handing the key to an appreciative Robert, whose face turned red, York looked towards the house filled with laughter and mirth, a hint of nostalgia in his eyes. He remembered the old man with white hair, who walked slowly and often complained about his health.

"Thank you, Father York!" Robert, trembling, took the key, his eyes red with gratitude.

After experiencing a low point, Father York had given him a new lease on life.

"Thank you for giving me the chance to start over."

"You're welcome, Robert."

Seeing Robert about to cry again, York patted his shoulder gently.

"After all, the rent for this house will be deducted from your salary. So, this is the result of your hard work."

Robert took a deep breath, his eyes burning with determination.

"Father York! I will work hard!"

York smiled and handed another key to him.

"Okay, Robert, this is the key to the Pluto Church's main building and annex. Your job is to open the doors at nine every morning for the worshippers, even when I'm not around.

Besides this, you also need to take care of the cleanliness of both the main and annex buildings. As for other tasks, I'll let you know when I need you…"

Robert took the key seriously.

"Got it, Father York! Starting tomorrow, I will open the doors on time!"

"Good, I'm counting on you."

With someone to open the doors every day, York felt relieved. Looking at the house full of joy, he smiled gently.

"Go inside, celebrate with your family."

Saying this, without waiting for Robert to respond, York turned and headed towards his Ford Raptor.

Robert, who was about to invite York, was left speechless, watching his broad back disappear into the night, feeling a sense of loneliness emanating from the priest...

"…"

York sat in the driver's seat, glanced towards the house. Robert had already entered.

He pursed his lips, remembering the laughter and joy, and could imagine the warmth inside.

"Damn! I'm actually feeling homesick."

York cursed silently, a trace of melancholy in his eyes, remembering his peaceful home country and his parents from his past life…

There was a time when he also had such lively moments, never experiencing loneliness, but now he was always alone in this unfamiliar world.

"You jerk! Haven't you gotten used to this? Just keep it up!" He harshly scolded himself, fiercely rubbing his face, looked once more at the Brown house, shifted gears, and pressed the accelerator, preparing to go home.

Before he could press the accelerator, his phone suddenly rang.

York immediately stopped, looking at the screen connected to his phone on the dashboard.

"Lorraine?"

York's heart stirred.

Is this a new job? Following the habits of the Warren couple, this couple, who always were at the forefront of paranormal events, rarely called him if there wasn't an issue.

Meaning this call was likely about a paranormal event.

If it's a paranormal event, then there's a good chance of triggering a random mission, meaning more attribute points incoming.

This was why he maintained contact with the Warrens.

After all, his chances of encountering paranormal events were much lower compared to the Warrens, who had been on TV and given lectures on this topic.

Perhaps this was the effect of fame or celebrity.

People who experienced paranormal events and were desperate would not think of the church first but would seek the TV-famous Warrens.

York gathered his thoughts and quietly tapped the green icon on the dashboard screen.

As soon as he clicked, the screen changed to a call, and Lorraine's voice filled the car.

"Father York."

York leaned back in his seat, looking at the brightly lit house, and calmly said.

"Yes, Lorraine. What is it?"

Lorraine's voice was gentle, but as he had guessed, the Warrens only called him when there was a matter to discuss.

"I and Ed have confirmed another paranormal event. Would you be interested in coming to see it tomorrow? The location is very close to the Pluto Church…"

Hearing about the paranormal event, York did not hesitate.

"Lorraine, you know I've always been very interested and concerned about paranormal events, so... give me the address."

Saying this, York withdrew his gaze, thinking about the holy bullets and consecrated phone he had made today.

"All evil must be eradicated!"

"…"

Big brothers! I have something to tell you.

I overestimated myself, arrogantly thought I could update ten thousand words a day, but failed miserably. I was wrong.

Updating ten thousand words is completely different from updating a few thousand.

It means sitting in front of the computer, head empty, writing direction drifting. I revised several times and rewrote several times.

Cough, so let's stick to three chapters for stability. Even with three chapters, I feel a bit off. Please tell me if it's just my imagination.

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