Chapter 219: Unexpected Harvest and the Church Messenger
For thousands of years, the true power of the Church had always been controlled by the ancient families of the Holy Land.
The College of Cardinals didn't even have a single Cardinal from the lower classes.
From this, it could be seen that these guys had long regarded the Church as their private property, and according to the Holy Word's revelation, the power of the Holy Son was above all existing Church institutions.
This was obviously not what those old guys wanted to see.
William couldn't help but doubt whether Joran's invitation would also carry such a risk.
"It seems I still have to investigate further," he alerted himself secretly.
Then he spoke again: "You didn't hurry to escape, but instead kidnapped a young girl and brought her here. What is this...?"
"You... believe me?" Silas was somewhat distracted.
William raised an eyebrow: "What's wrong?"
"No... sorry, it's nothing." Silas lowered his head and blinked, hurriedly saying: "This is my sister, Clare Roche."
"The Church has already begun capturing the Roche family; Clare is very likely in danger."
William understood in his heart; this guy had come to entrust someone to him.
But then his eyes were full of doubt.
"I remember your parents are both alive; why did you only save your sister..."
Hearing this, Silas lowered his head.
"When I returned home, the place was already surrounded..."
"Clare possesses a physique capable of resisting evil, so father had her practice alone in a certain place, preparing for her to participate in the Spiritual Awakening when she got older."
"But now..."
This former Bronze Cross Priest sighed. With a brother like him, his sister could never join the Church in this lifetime.
"Before escaping, I got some evidence of the Church's crimes. As long as I am not caught, father and mother should be safe."
Silas handed over a classic book as he spoke.
William took a step back: "You'd better keep the evidence of crimes yourself."
He was shocked. Why is this guy trying to harm me to my face?
Silas was stunned and spoke: "You misunderstood; this is the reward for entrusting you to look after Clare."
He opened the book as he spoke.
After experiencing this change, Silas was much more sensible than before.
William nodded approvingly, but this didn't mean he would accept this trou... Wait!
He suddenly raised an eyebrow and took the classic from Silas's hand.
Inside was tucked a piece of yellowed parchment, with a few words written in bright red pigment at the top—Holy Chapter.
"This records some ritual arrangements. I know you are good at these, so I..."
Silas was somewhat lacking in confidence.
After all, he ran away in a hurry at the time, and this item happened to be on the table.
He only knew this thing might have some value but wasn't sure if Father William would be interested.
A moment later.
"Rest assured and leave your sister to me; you can go in peace." William raised his head with a smile.
Silas was instantly stunned: "Is... this thing useful to you?"
"Ah, it records some interesting ancient rituals, which happen to help my research on magic arrays." William nodded.
"That's really great." Silas breathed a sigh of relief.
But William was the one picking up the bargain.
He had just examined it; this piece of parchment was similar to the one obtained in Louisiana previously.
Obviously, it was one of the three Holy Chapters.
And its contents also recorded more information about the materials for the "Angel Summoning Ritual."
For example—the ritual required an ancient olive branch from Mount Sinai in the Holy Land, a Divine Apostle Silver Badge, a complete set of Saint's Remains, and Cleansing Salt from the depths of Hell.
Of course, also century-old vintage Holy Water.
Among the above, except for Holy Water which William could make himself.
The rest he either hadn't heard of or were very difficult to obtain.
"Summoning an Angel is indeed not that simple." He sighed inwardly and could only slowly inquire about clues for these materials in the future.
After the matter was settled, Silas woke up his sister Clare, instructing her on some necessary things.
"Don't try to save father and mother. As long as I am not caught, they won't be in danger..."
"Study Theology earnestly. Only with strong strength... is the most reliable guarantee..."
"Don't trust anyone, except Father William..."
Previously Clare was drugged by Silas, so after waking up, she was still looking bewildered.
She rubbed her sleepy eyes, staring at the familiar face in front of her.
"Did you understand everything." Silas said seriously.
Clare had a pair of pale blue pupils. Her eyes slowly widened, seemingly just realizing something.
"Silas! Brother, you... Mmph!!"
Just as she shouted excitedly, her mouth was covered by William.
"Next time you kidnap someone, use a smaller dose, and of course, don't forget to gag them." William said with a sidelong glance.
"So... sorry." Silas felt a bit guilty.
A moment later, Clare finally understood the situation before her.
"Sorry." She whispered.
Then she stared at her brother with a wronged face: "Can I go with you..."
"I..." Silas just opened his mouth but was interrupted.
"You have no abilities right now; you'll only become a burden to him." William said in a flat tone.
"Also, it will be dawn in a few hours; you should leave too."
Hearing William's words, Clare immediately buried her head in her knees, looking quite hurt.
Silas gave his sister a few more instructions, then solemnly bade farewell to William and left.
Because an outsider had come, William gave up the lounge.
He himself holed up in the workshop.
The next day.
Just at dawn, Clare knocked on the workshop door.
"I... I have to complete the morning Holy Oil smearing practice." She lowered her head, not daring to look at William, her hands twisted together.
William was instantly stunned.
Good guy! So this was Silas's true purpose!
"Sending your sister to free-load... you really got me." William thought inwardly.
However, thinking that the other party had delivered a fragmented Holy Chapter, spending a few bottles of Holy Oil wasn't a loss.
So William immediately planned to get up.
But in the next moment, Clare took out a glass bottle.
Then she whispered: "So can I... can I use the bathroom here."
William blinked.
Only then did he remember that Silas had also left a bag of things before leaving, which should have been prepared for his sister.
So William nodded: "Of course you can."
After receiving permission, Clare's mood was obviously much better, and she left with brisk steps.
Before long, this girl returned again.
"I... normally at home, I would smear Holy Oil first, then recite the Bible, then..."
Clare carefully said a whole bunch.
It sounded like her practice routine was very cumbersome.
"So..."
"So?"
William looked puzzled, spreading his hands waiting for the other party to continue.
Phew~
Clare mustered up her courage and said in a slightly louder voice.
"So... I might use a bit more pure water, is... is that okay." Her voice became smaller and smaller, and her cheeks were also a bit hot.
William instantly had a "Are you kidding me?" expression on his face.
That's it?
Use a bit more pure water?
I thought you wanted me to personally smear the Holy Oil on you! What a waste of anticipation!
And what are you blushing for!
It's just using water. People who didn't know would think you were going to do some evil transaction for this thing!
William took a few deep breaths, calming the inner roar.
At this time, Clare spoke again: "Sorry, did I disturb you..."
The girl obviously also sensed William's emotion.
"When at home, mother often taught me that when using other people's things, I should ask beforehand, so..."
Speaking of her mother, Clare's eye sockets turned slightly red again.
William had already calmed down.
He didn't expect this girl to be quite well-bred.
"It's okay, you can use the things in the shop as you please." He spoke.
"Thank you!" Clare wiped her eyes, trying hard to squeeze out a warm smile.
"By the way, I'll take you to a friend's place later; get ready." William instructed.
He couldn't let Clare blatantly live in the shop; this was too arrogant.
Furthermore, William himself often had to go out on field duty.
So he planned to settle the girl at Lorraine's place first. As for her future whereabouts, he had already thought about it, but the time wasn't ripe yet.
Before long, it suddenly became very quiet outside the workshop.
William was instantly vigilant in his heart; this was the sign of a brat getting into trouble!
He hurriedly opened the room door.
Then he saw two figures sitting face to face at the cashier counter.
Judy crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes full of scrutiny.
While the opposite Clare looked constrained, keeping her head down without speaking.
Seeing William come out, Judy immediately picked up a towel from the table and came to him.
"You let her use my favorite towel?" Judy's eyes were full of grievance.
"Uh."
William was momentarily speechless.
Last night Clare didn't have toiletries, so he temporarily unpacked one for her.
Looking at that towel printed with dead spirit patterns at this time, he finally remembered that Judy had been reluctant to use it since buying it.
"So... sorry, I wanted to wash up before sleeping last night, so I..." Clare's cheeks were burning hot; she had never encountered such a rude scene.
Hearing this, Judy looked incredulous.
She hurriedly ran to the lounge, and when she came out again, there were "Pearls" hanging in her eyes too.
"You... let her sleep in my bed." Judy's voice was already choking with sobs.
"Uh."
William gulped.
At this moment, he actually felt a life-and-death crisis.
"That... she just temporarily slept for one night, I can buy you a new one." William said word by word.
Judy wiped her eyes and spoke very quietly: "But that was bought with the money from the commission we completed..."
After speaking, she silently entered the lounge and closed the door.
William suddenly got a headache.
"No... in the future I absolutely cannot let two women appear in the shop at the same time!" he resolved firmly in his heart.
At this moment, he didn't even dare to mention the matter of Clare staying at Lorraine's place anymore.
Otherwise, who knows how sad Judy would be.
"I caused you trouble... right." Clare also looked remorseful.
"Uh."
William pondered for a moment and decisively dialed Huang Ren's number.
"There's a matter concerning life and death that I need your help with..."
With great difficulty, he managed the two ladies and sent them both to Lorraine's place.
William could finally enjoy a moment of solitude.
At this time, someone knocked on the small shop door again.
"Father William, good thing you're here!" Flora panted.
"What happened?" William handed the other party a cup of Holy Water.
"Thank you." Flora reached out to take it.
Then she said: "Two Holy Clergy Members came to the seminary, saying there is an important commission, and they want to invite you to go along."
"Oh! Right!" Flora added.
"They both come from diocesan-level churches, and this commission was directly assigned by the Vatican."
William narrowed his eyes: "Aren't Richie and the others still in the academy? Why did they look for me."
"Recently, only you came back from field duty..." Flora said.
William blinked: "Then tell them I've left again."
He picked up his backpack as he spoke.
For this kind of commission that suddenly popped up, who knew if there was some pitfall.
"No!"
Flora hurriedly blocked the door.
"Those two messengers are still waiting; please hurry and come with me."
Dei Seminary.
Under Flora's gesture, William pushed open the door of the Commission Room.
Then he saw two figures.
One of them he had met before—fair skin, emerald-like eyes.
It was exactly the beautiful nun from St. Peter's in the Memorial Day incident, Betty Mason.
This nun's eyes obviously lit up when she saw William.
She smiled and wanted to get up to strike up a conversation but then looked aside.
Standing there was a priest in a black robe.
He had a straight figure, with some black jacquard embellishments on his clothes, and the fabric used was also bright and gorgeous, not looking like street goods.
Besides this, the priest wore an exquisite silver cross on his chest, and there was also a silver medal on his cuff.
Perhaps sensing the movement behind him, Wilton Mills slowly turned around.
He had a typical Western Caucasian face, thin lips, and deep-set eyes.
Wilton's right elbow hovered slightly in front of his abdomen, and he spoke expressionlessly: "You are Father William?"
The latter nodded.
Hearing this, Wilton slowly walked towards William; his gaze was cold, giving people an extremely strong sense of oppression.
But William just quietly watched the other party.
Seeing this, Wilton narrowed his eyes slightly.
He came to William's side, frowned, and said: "As a Holy Clergy Member, you should pay attention to your image; you must always remember that you represent the Church."
William looked down and found he was still wearing that outfit from the workshop.
Just as he was about to speak, Betty aside stepped forward.
"This is Father Wilton from St. Carlo's Church in Rome..." She tactfully pointed out the former's background.
Because of its geographical location close to the Holy Land, the Church of Rome also held a very high status in the entire Church system.
Betty was reminding William—do not easily offend this big shot.
But William smiled slightly:
"The Bible recorded that the Holy Son was born in a manger and also experienced a period of wandering, but he did not lessen the belief in his heart because of the hardships of survival."
"Although my status is very low and I shouldn't compare myself with the Holy Son, I also know this principle in my heart."
Wilton frowned immediately upon hearing this.
He originally wanted to scold William—how dare you put your lowly name together with the Saint.
But the latter did a "Self-reflection" a step ahead, snatching Wilton's words.
This conversely left Wilton momentarily speechless.
Seeing this, William continued: "Since it's hard for me to satisfy you two messengers, then I'll take my leave first."
After speaking, he made a cross on his chest, then turned around and walked towards the door.
"Will..."
Nun Betty still wanted to persuade him further.
But as soon as she said one word, she saw Father William had already walked to the door.
She was instantly anxious, feeling somewhat ashamed and angry inside: "Why is he ignoring me too!"
Betty hurriedly blocked in front of William.
"Father William, Father Wilton didn't mean that; please don't misunderstand."
Then she turned her head.
"Father Wilton, this time we are commissioned by the Vatican..."
Wilton narrowed his eyes, then spoke: "I spoke too much."
Seeing this, Betty quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
She was afraid the two would argue over other things again, so she hurriedly stated the purpose of coming this time.
"Three days ago, Friends Select School in Germantown on Elm Street in Philadelphia held its graduation ceremony, but the 333 students, teachers, and parents present lost contact."
"According to the report from the local police station, they seem to have fallen into a deep sleep, but an innocent person dies every once in a while. And eyewitnesses claimed to have seen a glove with sharp blades made of leather..."
"Currently, forces like the Lord Knights and the Witch Association have already dispatched personnel there..."
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