Chapter 436 Parish Inheritance

Father Cameron did not dare to speak at all. After receiving the bishop, he could feel a low pressure lingering around him.

This low pressure does not come from the environment, but from the legendary bishop behind him.

As one of Bishop Giorgi's assistants, he knew something about the past between his Bishop Giorgi and this bishop.

So now he didn't even dare to breathe harder. He instinctively wanted to hold his breath, for fear that a heavy breath would startle Bishop York behind him and cause him trouble.

Fortunately, Bishop York behind him didn't say anything along the way, but would ask him some more critical questions from time to time.

In this way, we arrived within the confines of St. Mary's Church.

Bishop York's questions stopped here. Father Cameron subconsciously glanced at the rearview mirror, only to find that this young bishop, who was unexpectedly very young but with a heavy sense of oppression, was looking out the window. His eyes were full of appreciation.

He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Yorks seemed to have heard the same thing, and also glanced at the rearview mirror, looked at the frightened Father Cameron, and smiled at him.

The priest seemed to be too cautious and didn't know what was going on.

But Yorks ignored it and looked out the window, admiring the scenery from the Middle Ages and experiencing the ancient feeling from the Middle Ages.

He undoubtedly has some good feelings about the Kingdom of Norway being able to preserve things from the past so perfectly.

According to his understanding, there are three medieval churches in Bergen, namely St. Mary's Church, Bergen Cathedral and St. John's Church.

These churches, like the entire history of Northern Europe, have suffered repeated disasters over the course of nearly a thousand years.

Therefore, as far as the car is close to St. Mary's Church, the surrounding environment is full of many wooden buildings from the mid-19th century.

Broad avenues, squares, small stone paths, etc.

In his three-dimensional drawings, the interiors of these buildings still retain their original appearance.

"Father Cameron, I heard that you are a local, can you tell me about the situation here?" Yorks said with a gentle smile as he looked at the medieval buildings outside the window.

As soon as these words came out, Father Cameron was stunned for a moment, but he responded quickly.

"Yes! Lord Bishop York." He understood the meaning of this sentence, and it was just that he wanted him to be a tour guide, but the bishop seemed to like this medieval style.

"Although the location of St. Mary's Church is in the main city, it is actually not far from the pier. You can see it at the next intersection."

Father Cameron was very dedicated and told everything he could in detail.

“This is the old town of Bryggen in Bergen, with the King’s Hall, and St. Mary’s Church on the back.”

"The terrain is slightly higher. There are several commemorative sculptures and the tombs of some bishops standing outside the church." When Father Cameron said this, he carefully looked at the rearview mirror of the car and glanced at Bishop York's eyes. The Bishop of York just looked at the tombs passing by without any movement.

He continued to introduce.

“Historically, St. Mary’s Church has experienced damage from two fires. After renovation, the style of the church has changed, but the style of the twin towers has been retained.

Therefore, the appearance of St. Mary's Church is more distinctive and easy to recognize than the current church. Mr. Bishop of York, look at St. Mary's Church in front of you. "

Hearing Father Cameron's words, Yorks nodded slightly. He had already seen the three-hundred-meter three-dimensional map.

On the front are two symmetrical towers with spires above them, and a Romanesque-style church in the middle. The main buildings are all made of soapstone, which is authentic.

This is indeed easy to identify. I have to say that the medieval flavor here is too strong.

But apparently it suited him well.

Compared with the modern things that he has long been tired of seeing, the ancient scenery that he has never seen before can still make him a little interested.

After a while, the car stopped. In front of it was the style of the twin towers close to the main building in the middle. It was a little different from the churches he had stayed in. Obviously there was no living place inside.

"Here we are, Lord Bishop York." Father Cameron whispered.

Yorks nodded, called everyone in the parking lot, looked at Irene who seemed to be getting off the car too, and said calmly.

"Father Cameron, please send my deacon to his resting place."

Father Cameron nodded repeatedly and said respectfully: "Okay, Mr. Bishop York."

Hearing this, Yorks looked at Irene, nodded slightly, and immediately got out of the car, leaving a sentence under Irene's gaze.

"You should have a good rest tonight. You will probably have to travel tomorrow."

The car behind him also came up, and Yorks gave the same instructions to Hannah, Alessa, John Wick, and Healy, and then, under everyone's gaze, he walked towards the St. Mary's Church in front of him.

It's just that Bergen in Norway is worthy of being called the Rain City or the Seattle in Europe. After this, Yorks felt the moisture in the air. He took a deep breath and felt that his body became cooler. This was obviously Water vapor also enters the body along with oxygen.

"It seems that if you want to stay here for a long time, you have to get used to it first." Yorkist thought, walking until he was in front of a monk or a knight guarding him.

These four knights looked ordinary on the surface, but the knight swords on their waists were very large and long, almost touching the ground. You can imagine how heavy this knight sword is. As for this kind of knight sword, York felt that it would be difficult for ordinary people to swing it.

But looking at the four knights who were no less than his size, he felt that these four knights could probably swing it to make a flower, and with the knight's auxiliary skills, the scene of swinging to make a flower should be very beautiful.

"Bishop York." The four knights guarding the door bowed slightly.

York nodded and prepared to go in, but one of the knights standing on the right rear attracted his attention, because this knight seemed to be a little more excited than the knight next to him, and his heartbeat frequency instantly exceeded 100.

Just by looking at it, he also felt a sense of familiarity.

"Have we seen it somewhere before?" York was stopping next to the knight.

"Your Excellency, I once met you in the Knights of the headquarters, and I participated in the battle between the Knights and you." The knight kept his posture, and everyone could feel his excitement.

"It's a pity that I was defeated by you in one encounter." At this point, the knight, who was like a big man, actually became a little shy.

At this moment, York remembered the time when he was studying at the Vatican headquarters. At that time, he seemed to have practiced a confrontation with the entire Knights, and couldn't help but patted the knight on the shoulder.

"Well, keep working hard.

"Yes! Your Excellency! "The knight said excitedly.

York smiled, took back his hand, and walked slowly towards the church. The past memories were all things of the past, and he didn't have a deep feeling for them. For him, he had to wait for decades before he could savor the memories carefully.

The thought flashed through his mind, and York officially stepped into the St. Mary's Church with a strong medieval style.

Like most churches, the interior is also quite gorgeous. The large stained glass of the church is a biblical story, and woolen carpets are hung on the walls. Although it is not as luxurious as those in Italy, it is still very beautiful, with a simple Nordic style.

There are also some religious decorations around to deepen the religious atmosphere.

The only thing that makes him feel that the atmosphere is destroyed is the modern light source.

York glanced at the candle holder full of candles next to him, looked at a figure among the neatly arranged benches, and couldn't help complaining in his heart.

"Is it necessary to turn on the lights when the candles are full? Alas, I don't know how to enjoy it. "

Yorks shook his head, stepped on the red carpet, and walked forward.

The high platform in the depths was also very gorgeous, with the effect of adding brilliance.

Walking to the side of the old man, Yorks sat down directly on the bench on the other side.

He discovered that no matter which clergyman, they all liked to sit in the front, including him.

Sitting firmly, Yorks turned his head and glanced at Bishop Giorgi who was sitting on the other side, even after he came over, he did not speak.

This is an old man with wrinkles that can form deep grooves. The specific age should be in his eighties or nineties. The holy power has obviously leaked out of his body. This is a sign that the control power is slowly weakening, or Bishop Giorgi is too lazy to control it and feels that the leakage of holy power can increase his sense of holiness.

This is indeed a fact. As a result of the leakage of holy power, in the eyes of ordinary people or some clergy, Bishop Giorgi's clothes are emitting a faint light, full of a sense of holiness.

This is also why , the reason why there are so many believers in this parallel world that is almost the same as the previous life is that they do have extraordinary powers.

He still hasn't figured out where the source of these holy powers comes from, why they can produce holy powers as long as they are baptized by bishop-level clergy, and whether God really exists. Although all kinds of signs prove that God exists, he is skeptical before seeing it with his own eyes.

York retracted his gaze. The old man didn't speak, so he was too lazy to speak. In the headquarters, this old man had targeted him more than once.

So, the old man and the young suddenly started to waste time like this.

Time passed slowly.

York had completed his daily tasks, and the reminder sounded in his ears. He couldn't help but look at Bishop Giorgi again.

The old man was still just sitting, with his eyes closed, and his body was very straight.

"Okay, let's see who can outlast who. "Yorks' heart was calm, and then he looked at the high platform in front of him and began to let go.

It was just right to take advantage of this time to sort out the particles he had mastered, and try to simulate the combination results in his mind through the known particles, just like playing Lego.

But the development of the matter was that when he just simulated a particle combination, Bishop Giorgi, who had been silent, finally spoke.

"You have become more patient than before, Yorks."

Yorks opened his eyes and looked over. Bishop Giorgi had opened his eyes at some point. Unlike the holy power that was emanating from his body, his eyes were very bright, not at all as turbid as those of an old man.

"I have experienced too many things." Yorks smiled, with a sense of déjà vu that he could forget all his grudges with a smile.

"Maybe I have become a little more mature."

The church was silent for a while, and Bishop Giorgi's response sounded.

"Unfortunately, I can't help you."

"It's okay." Yorks said calmly, "It's been a good journey anyway."

With that said, Yorks looked at Bishop Giorgi and continued: "So you can't just ask me to come here just to look at me. I remember that you seem to hate me?"

Upon hearing this, Bishop Giorgi actually smiled. The wrinkles seemed to appear on his face like cracks, and his face that usually looked cold and paralyzed showed kindness and kindness.

This still surprised Yorkes, but he laughed as he watched.

The so-called "disregarding people without regard to matters" may be the feeling. Maybe Bishop Giorgi just hated his style of doing things or something, but he didn't really mean that he hated him as a person.

"I'm getting old," Bishop Giorgi smiled and looked at York: "I want to find a successor to inherit the Norwegian diocese."

Yorkshire raised his eyebrows: "What does this have to do with me?"

Bishop Giorgi shook his head and did not answer directly. He just said: "Unlike other bishops, I have not found a real successor yet."

Hearing this sentence, Yorks suddenly realized that the succession of major dioceses is actually a very important matter. In fact, major dioceses are really different kinds of princely territories, and the archbishop in charge of this diocese is essentially king.

Even after the Pope's order is issued, you have to take a look at the bishop of this archdiocese. Of course, this does not mean that in this parallel world where extraordinary power is king, this bishop has the strength to resist the Pope's order. The general direction is different. Dare but he has a lot of freedom in details.

For example, heirs, the right to control the wealth of the entire diocese, all appointment matters in the diocese, etc., etc., you must know that a large diocese is equivalent to the scope of a country, and its resources are so rich that most people will be jealous.

No matter where you go, people are worldly. It is normal for a bishop to want to support his own people to rise to power. Therefore, generally speaking, every bishop in charge of a diocese will train his own people, usually selected from among his own assistants.

For example, he chose Erin or John Wick.

But Bishop Giorgi didn't, which was quite a surprise.

"Surprised?" Bishop Giorgi saw York's expression.

"A bit." Yorkes responded calmly.

"Bishop Richard of the Thai Diocese even kissed his assistant, Father Daniel, but you didn't." Yorks paused.

"Is there anything about your assistants that dissatisfies you?"

But when asked about this, Yorks asked again.

"Does this matter have anything to do with me?"

Bishop Giorgi nodded and said something that stunned York:

"Yes, because I want to transfer the entire Norwegian diocese to your name."