American Variety: Scientific Exorcism

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The meat pig exploded in front of this fist like a fragile tofu brain hitting a stone.

Blood and water splashed in all directions, splashing on his body and the old man's body.

Under that fist, half of the pig's head was missing, lying crookedly in a pool of blood.

"Father York?" Archibald looked at York, who was also sprayed on his body and face, and subconsciously said in a daze.

He still hasn't figured out what's going on.

Yorks did not respond, but took out another cross from somewhere and put it on the forehead of Mullen who was collapsed on the bed, and the magic power was automatically input into it.

"No prompts, no smoke, no fever..." Yorks breathed out lightly and looked at Mullen, who was opening his confused eyes. It seemed that he hadn't recovered yet, and he seemed to have returned to normal.

"My child, the devil is gone, have a good sleep."

Being possessed by a demon is not a feeling that most people can experience. Just the other person's bloodshot eyes told him that he had not slept for a long time.

Mullen seemed to wake up for a while, his bloodshot eyes staring at Yorks, with a look of aggrievedness and gratitude on his face.

"It's okay, go to sleep." York's expression remained unchanged, and he kept that mantra on his lips.

"The Lord is with you."

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In front of a fire, the newly renewed Archibald took a sip of the home-brew wine sent by the old man, glanced at the fiery pig slaughtering scene behind him, and then looked at Father York who had been pulling the fire next to him.

"Father Yorks, can I ask you a question?"

In the end, he couldn't bear the doubts in his heart.

Yorks raised his eyebrows and looked at Archibald.

"what is the problem?"

"Why do you think the devil would listen to you and possess that pig?"

Recalling the way the trainee priest had been frowning and thinking, Yorks smiled.

"I didn't think so, I just wanted to give it a try."

Archibald frowned, he still didn't understand.

Seeing this, Yorks looked at the burning fire in front of him, pulled it with the wooden stick in his hand, and said.

"How much do you know about demons?"

Archibald thought for a while and said seriously.

"They are fallen angels, they have a hierarchy, one serves the other, they are cruel, cunning, evil..."

Archibald applied all negative words to the devil, as if the devil itself was darkness.

Yorks smiled disapprovingly.

"Your basic knowledge is very solid, but each demon also has its own personality, just like us humans in the light,

The demon just kept saying that it was our nemesis and our nightmare, and it also acknowledged the title I gave it as the King of Hell. Do you think it is inferior or arrogant? "

Yorks said and looked at Archibald and asked.

"From a human perspective, if I don't believe what it says and that it is the king of hell, will it want to prove its ability?"

Archibald fell silent, recalling all of Father York's exorcisms.

He suddenly discovered that Father York had laid a trap from the beginning, provoking him from beginning to end, and leading him all the way...

Seeing Archibald thinking, Yorks threw the burning stick into the fire, stood up and patted him on the shoulder.

"Except for some special abilities and special bodies, demons are actually no different from us humans. The higher the level of demons, the more channels they can invade and their wisdom is more comprehensive, while the lower level demons are just as stupid as the one just now. …”

After saying this in one breath, Yorks left Archibald's side, greeted the old man and his family, then entered the house and took out his cell phone to dial Gabrielle's number.

As the person who decides whether Archibald's trainee priest will become a regular or not, he should also give Gabrielle a reply after the exorcism is over.

Within a few seconds, the call was connected. As expected, the old man had been waiting for news.

"Yorks, what's the result?"

Yorks lay down on the sofa, turned around and looked at Archibald who was still sitting in front of the fire through the floor-to-ceiling window.

"What happened to Yvette? The devil used this name to break down his defenses and erode his sanity. If it weren't for me, he would probably..."

"Yvette..." The phone was silent for a while before Gabrielle's words rang.

"Yvette is Archibald's wife. Because of a certain demon, she died in front of Archibald, so Archibald joined the church..."

Upon hearing this, Yorks looked at Archibald's back and could only give him permission to become a regular employee.

"Well, I don't want to be a bad person. Gabriel, I agree with his change of position."

"Haha." Gabrielle laughed on the phone.

"When will you come back?"

"I won't look back." York said, looking back and picking up his backpack.

"It's nothing, don't call me, I'm very busy..."

The next second, far away in the Vatican, the gray-haired old man sighed inwardly as he listened to the hang-up notification tone on his cell phone.

After making this last phone call, Yorkes didn't stay long. He declined the old man Mullen's family's offer to stay and asked Archibald to send him back to the church.

The two of them didn't say anything along the way. When he was about to get off the car, Archibald, who had been silent all the time, suddenly spoke.

"Father Yorks."

"kindness?"

Yorks stopped opening the car door and looked back at Archibald.

Archibald smiled. "Thank you for your guidance and protection along the way. I will keep it in my heart."

Yorks glanced at Archibald and felt that this guy was serious.

"Congratulations on becoming a regular employee, but remember, don't tell others about me if you don't have to. It won't do you any good."

After saying this, Yorks left the pensive Archibald behind, got out of the car with his backpack, and walked slowly towards the church.

Archibald, who was sitting in the driver's seat, raised his eyes and watched Father York entering the ancient church and disappearing. Then he pursed his lips and took out his mobile phone from his arms.

The call came at a very coincidental time, when he was alone.

"godfather."

At the same time, the old man who seemed to have called at an estimated time closed the Bible on the table and spoke.

"Archibald, are you okay? I heard from Yorkist that the devil broke through your defenses?"

"Thank you Godfather for your concern, I'm fine." Archibald showed a trace of fatigue on his face. Being broken by a demon was like running for dozens of kilometers. He thought of something and said.

"Godfather, I want to ask you a question. Can you tell me the answer?"

Gabrielle's calm voice sounded.

"what is the problem?"

"Why do you think Father York is a heretic? Just because his exorcism knowledge is different from the traditional one?"

Hearing this question from the phone, Gabrielle was silent for a few seconds before speaking.

"My child, forgive me for not being able to give you an answer. This is not something you should know. The church has its own considerations..."