American Variety: Scientific Exorcism

According to past exorcism experiences, although demons are all demons, they also have strengths and weaknesses and a hierarchy.

If it can still be connected with the clergy of the church, then this devil is really something special.

Not any demon can transform into a clergyman related to God, after all, God is still watching.

"So which one is this..."

Yorks stared at the photo for a long time. Although it felt familiar, he still couldn't remember it.

"never mind."

Yorks simply gave up and dialed Ed's number again.

Now that this demon has been able to invade Ed's dream, I am afraid that the power that the opponent can currently use has reached a considerable level.

At this rate of development, he was certain that the Warrens might encounter supernatural events similar to Ronny Defoe's in the future.

All he could do was wait.

"Father Yorks?"

Yorks said calmly when he heard Ed's voice coming from the phone.

"Ed, if any of you come here again, please remember to tell me in advance, whether you just come to check whether it is true or false, or something else."

Ed's tone was heavy and serious, "I understand, Father Yorks."

"Um."

Yorks smiled, comforted Ed a few words again, then hung up the phone, finished the lunch next to him in one go, and was about to get into the work of the priest. He had already heard the footsteps behind him.

"Father, my name is Morse, are you willing to listen to my troubles?" an extremely distressed young man asked cautiously.

The figure is very Western, the face is rough, and the hair is thick. However, the most important thing is that he is very unfamiliar, very unfamiliar, as if he is seeing him for the first time today.

"look unfamiliar?"

York's eyes lit up, because it was easy to trigger random tasks when meeting someone.

"Well, I heard that you are very good at listening to other people's troubles and giving corresponding suggestions..."

Very anxious words rang out from the mouth of the young man named Morse again.

And Yorkist had shown a charitable expression that belonged to both the priest and him, and said gently.

"Son, maybe every priest is very good at the two things you mentioned. Come on, let me hear what your troubles are."

[Trigger random tasks]

[Solution to Morse's troubles]

[Task reward: +0.5 points]

[Whether to accept the task]

Morse's eyes lit up, "Is it really possible?"

Yorks nodded and smiled, "Come and sit."

In order to get this task reward, he is naturally willing to become a psychological counselor.

[Task accepted successfully]

Morse didn't understand. He nodded heavily, with a moved expression on his face, and quickly sat down where Yorks indicated.

"..."

Most of the worries of ordinary people have the same goal, either financial problems, family problems, parenting pressure, or emotional problems.

The issues that bothered Morse happened to be emotional issues, but the more Yorks listened, the more he felt something was wrong.

According to what he said, this chattering young man was exactly the same as those licking dogs in his previous life, and even worse than that.

How serious is this.

Because he broke up with his girlfriend who he had been with for a few months. It is normal for couples to break up.

As for why he was worried, the reason was that before they broke up, he had a sterilization surgery because of a few words from his girlfriend.

As the name suggests, anyone who understands the ligation surgery can understand it. To put it simply, this young man will never have the opportunity to export billions in the future.

"Father, the recanalization operation failed," Morse said with regret on his face.

"This means I will never have children again, what should I do?"

York's calm face couldn't help but twitch. He really didn't know how to answer such a strange question.

You must know that in order to deal with the various questions of believers, he already has a set of corresponding words or relatively comprehensive answers in his mind, ensuring that every believer can come back with a satisfactory result.

But with such a weird question, Yorkist really doesn’t know where to start.

But for the sake of the mission, Yorks couldn't help but glance at Morse, who was full of expectations, and could only bite the bullet and turn the problem elsewhere.

"Can I ask you a question of principle?"

Morse nodded, "Father, you asked."

Yorks was a bit direct, "Do you like children?"

Morse frowned and seemed to be thinking seriously. He nodded and shook his head.

"I probably don't like it, because I think those little brats seem very annoying.

My neighbor is a single mother with three children. I see with my own eyes how haggard she is every day. Now that her sister is here again, she is about to collapse.

I can't imagine these things happening in my world..."

Although because of these words, Yorks thought of the Robert family outside. Robert had given birth to four children, but he finally found another angle.

"So why are you worrying about this? You have already accomplished what you want perfectly."

Morse was stunned. He had never thought of this. These days, he had been troubled by his failure.

As he said that, Yorkist glanced at the silent Morse and sensed something was going on.

"Everyone has their own choice, and since this is your real choice, and since you don't like children, why bother with it?"

"This is my choice..." Morse muttered to himself as if he had figured it out.

"Yes, this is your own choice."

Yorkes crossed himself, his tone still gentle.

"Everyone has times of self-doubt, but the important thing is to believe in your own choices. Children, please believe in the abilities God has given you and face challenges bravely."

Morse's eyes became brighter and brighter, and he took a deep breath and said seriously.

"Father, you are right. Since this is my choice, I just do it. There is no use regretting it."

Yorkshire smiled gently and gave support. There was no need to say anything else at this time, the other party would figure it out on his own.

Morse took a deep breath and stood up.

"Thank you for your enlightenment, Father. I really don't need to worry about this matter."

When Morse's words rang out, Yorkes heard the prompt in his ears. I felt relieved.

[Solving Morse's Troubles (Completed)]

[Task reward: +0.5 (already issued)]

"Child, the Lord is with you." Yorks habitually kept his mantra on his lips.

“He will hear your heart and give you guidance.”

"Thanks!"

Morris, who had understood the idea, nodded, took out his wallet before leaving, took out a few banknotes and stuffed them into the donation box.

Yorkist returned the greeting, "Thank you for your dedication."

"You're welcome, Father."

Morris smiled and left immediately, having decided to come to this church more often in the future.

Yorks watched Morse disappear at the door, glanced around the old believers scattered throughout the hall, and couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

This 0.5 is really hard to earn!

Thinking of what he just said, Yorks shook his head, looked at the virtual window in front of him, and continued to add the 0.5 he just got to his health.

[Health: 124.5 increased to 125]

He still focuses on health.

Feeling the slight feeling that the 0.5 points added to his body, Yorks always felt that adding this health point to a certain level would bring about qualitative changes to his body.

After looking at the hall again and thinking for a while, Yorks carried the lunch garbage and walked towards the nearby lounge.

The rhythm of possessing the saint cannot stop. Before preparing to deal with the demon nun, you must prepare something more powerful in advance.

Now that he knows three spells that can attack and defend, plus the addition of Holy Enchantment, he needs to make more changes.

"It's time to order a batch of arms to enchant, such as revolving grenade guns..."

York's mutterings fell in the dim alley, and noon passed in the blink of an eye.

I'm stuck. What's outrageous is not the plot cards, but the weapons and weapons. I've been checking for a long time...