"Goodbye, my dear Father!"
"You refuse to tell me which church you oversee, but I will find it myself."
"I will definitely find you..."
"..."
The scent lingered, but the owner of the voice was gone.
Inside the entire Ford Raptor, only York remained. He had already dressed, his expression calm, but the strawberry marks on his neck seemed to tell a story.
Ah, everything was so wonderful.
But as an exorcist Father, his mental fortitude was strong. The next second, York forcibly collected himself, and while sighing at the America style in his heart, he closed his eyes and made the sign of the cross.
"Lord! I know I have sinned! I will repent! If you can forgive me, I will cast out more demons in your name, spread your dazzling light across this land, and let more people know of your greatness..."
"Amen!!"
"..."
After repenting once, York felt much better. When he opened his eyes again, they were clearer.
He glanced at the rearview mirror, observing the busy scene behind him. York took a deep breath of the lingering scent, then stepped on the accelerator and drove away.
The matter was concluded; it was time for him to return.
The Ford Raptor quickly drove away under someone's watchful eyes.
This time, the return journey was uneventful, and York soon drove out of the Appalachian Mountains.
Driving into a city in the dead of night, he began to process the points he had acquired.
With a silent thought, a virtual window appeared out of nowhere. York drove while looking at his personal panel, pondering.
[York]
[Race: Human]
[Occupation: Father, Professor of Pharmacy, Doctor...]
[Overall Physique: 24/24 (Note: Average for ordinary people is 10)]
[Life: 106.5/106.5 (Note: Average for ordinary people is 10)]
[Spirit: 83/83 (Note: Average for ordinary people is 10)]
[Magic Power: 132/132 (Note: Recovers one point of magic power per minute)]
[Items: Basic Divine Robe, Defense 6, Durability: 6/10]
[...]
His Life points had increased to 106.5 from previous allocations, but his Magic Power had been permanently deducted by two points due to the Serial killer incident.
If it had been the previous York, he would have felt a great loss, but having received a large bag of valuable ornaments, plus her body, and the money she and her best friend promised, it was no longer a loss.
This was a huge sum of money, two million America dollars, meaning one million each. This was why York thought they were very rich.
From the rich woman's expression, this money seemed like mere pocket change to them. One could only say that rich women were too inhuman.
As long as this money arrived, he, York, would not be short of money for a long time to come.
York looked relaxed as he gazed at the section for available points.
The Serial killer incident's mission reward totaled three points, plus one point from the investigation reward for tracing the source of the Serial killer incident.
This meant he had a total of four points he could allocate.
"First, restore the two deducted Magic Power points, then continue adding the rest to Life points..."
Life points were linked to life and were of vital importance. York did not hesitate. He first added two points to Magic Power, restoring it to its original value, and then added the remaining two points to Life points.
[Points allocated successfully]
With the system's prompt, his personal panel changed instantly.
[York]
[Race: Human]
[Occupation: Father, Professor of Pharmacy, Doctor...]
[Overall Physique: 24/24 (Note: Average for ordinary people is 10)]
[Life: 108.5/108.5 (Note: Average for ordinary people is 10)]
[Spirit: 83/83 (Note: Average for ordinary people is 10)]
[Magic Power: 134/134]
[Items: Basic Divine Robe, Defense 6, Durability: 6/10]
[...]
Feeling the changes in his body once more, York was invigorated, sensing a peculiar energy spreading throughout his body.
This was the feeling of adding Life points. This peculiar energy allowed his flesh to maintain vitality, and because of this, he generally never felt tired. In fact, due to his exceptionally high stamina/spirit, he could go days without sleep and feel nothing.
This mutual reinforcement, combined, was the emergence of a workaholic. This was also an important reason why York never lacked bullets or Holy water.
Always staying awake, constantly making bullets, Holy water, and crucifixes to pass the time—who could endure such a workaholic? Feeling the changes within him, York did not turn on the music this time, but instead pressed the accelerator, driving the Ford Raptor towards home.
After all the back and forth, by the time he arrived home, it would probably be sunrise.
Indeed, by the time York reached his home garage, the sun had already risen above the horizon, and the warm morning sun illuminated the entire land, bringing light.
The morning sun was pleasant. York, who hadn't slept all night, was still full of energy. He parked the car, carried all the items from the back seat, and walked into the house.
After entering the house, York first checked the crucifixes hanging everywhere to confirm no one had entered, then headed towards the underground warehouse.
He had prepared a bit too much for this trip, giving him a sense of using a cannon to kill an ant, but York did not regret it. If he had to do it again, he would still bring this many things; it was a responsibility to his own life.
He silently unloaded the remaining bullets from the two Winchester M1897s, maintained them, and put them back in their original places, categorizing and storing all other items in their pre-designated spots.
After dealing with all the equipment, York then looked at the large bag next to him. These were items left by the Serial killer. Just like black money, these ornaments with no verifiable origin were essentially stolen goods.
Legitimate channels would certainly not accept so many stolen goods, fearing trouble, as valuable items also belonged to a certain social class.
Simply put, the poor were not meant to own these things; only the rich had the power to possess them.
Of course, this was through legitimate channels. As for illegitimate channels, they would usually charge a very large commission as the price for them to bear the consequences.
York narrowed his eyes. He quickly thought of a place where he could sell the goods; those people's commission rates were relatively reasonable.
Temporarily deciding to sell the goods first, then go to the church to complete his daily fixed tasks, York took a shower, then, for the first time in a while, took off his divine robe and changed into more casual clothes. He grabbed his backpack, returned to the Ford Raptor, and drove towards the city center...
City center.
A Ford Raptor was discreetly parked by the roadside.
York casually picked up the backpack from the passenger seat, observing the bustling crowds of people of all colors—black, white, yellow—and felt a touch of emotion.
New York truly lived up to its reputation as one of the world's most prosperous and international cities; every time he visited, he saw many tourists from various countries.