Exorcist in America

The sun was splendid, the weather was exceptionally fine, and many clergymen were walking about in the European-style garden ahead. At this moment, the elderly man no longer paid them any heed, as he was surprised by York's sudden arrival in West Virginia.

"Lost Town?" Bishop Hosefini's piercing eyes briefly hardened as a flood of old memories surfaced.

He slowly set down his coffee.

"York, what are you doing in that place?"

Standing on the street, York, who had been monitoring the Ross mother and daughter through a holographic image, slightly raised his eyebrows.

His words had already revealed too much, and it was apparent that Bishop Hosefini knew something.

He said, a lot of things needed to be overseen by the bishop himself.

Like Silent Hill, the sacred land of the Native Americans, everything that happened there was surely recorded in the church archives.

Whether the church was aware of the emergence of a person like Alessa in Silent Hill was another matter.

He tended to believe they did not know; otherwise, Bishop Hosefini's words would not have been as such.

York chuckled, openly clarifying.

"Bishop Hosefini, I came for Silent Hill."

"Silent Hill..." Bishop Hosefini's eyes twitched, as the virtual pinnacle of West Virginia, he naturally knew exactly what Silent Hill was.

It had always been a sacred land of the ancient Native Americans, always peaceful, and located remotely, nestled among mountains, so the church opted for a stance of observation.

As long as that place remained quiet.

But now, this troublemaker with supernatural powers had suddenly appeared there, and a small matter could turn into a serious one.

For the first time, the elderly man began to scour his own brain for news about Silent Hill.

However, the incidents at Silent Hill had occurred so many years ago, combined with the church's indifferent attitude, no matter how hard Bishop Hosefini thought, he couldn't figure out what exactly had happened in that damned place to make York go there personally.

"York, what are you planning to do?" Bishop Hosefini's voice slightly heightened.

With purpose in his statement and in listening, York tugged at the corner of his mouth. What could he possibly do?

"Bishop Hosefini, are you misunderstanding something?" York said helplessly.

"Not exactly, is it a misunderstanding of me?"

Bishop Hosefini completely ignored the question and turned to look at the clergyman who had been stationed inside the building.

"Go, bring me the information about Silent Hill."

The clergyman nodded and slowly walked away.

This statement was made entirely unguarded, and York heard it loud and clear, prompting him to cough dryly.

"Tell me, what do you want to do with the Native Americans' sacred land?" Bishop Hosefini sighed upon hearing the cough.

"So I can be a bit prepared, York."

After this statement, the old man's mind was flooded with past incidents, and many of his colleagues had cursed York more than once for always making them clean up his messes, which even the Pope had to continually appease at the time. He remembered watching the scene unfold with amusement.

Now, here he was, and who knew what trouble he would bring. Bishop Hosefini's unease grew, and his eyes showed clear vigilance.

"Ah."

Hearing this exclamation, Bishop Hosefini began to understand why his colleagues had looked that way.

"Bishop Hosefini, you must have heard some bad things about me." York said helplessly.

"I'm really not that kind of person."

"So?" Bishop Hosefini said through clenched teeth.

"Why aren't you vacationing at Ashby Church, relaxing, why come to me?"

The elderly man had already forgotten his previous welcoming words to York.

Feeling the old man had reached his limit, York looked at the Ross mother and daughter who had just appeared in front of him at the cashier's desk to pay, and said indifferently.

"I suspect that a deity might have appeared in the Native Americans' sacred land. If left unchecked, it might cause trouble later."

"A deity?" Bishop Hosefini's brows immediately furrowed.

"Yes." York saw Sharon, emerging from the store, excitedly waving at him. Smiling, he waved back at Sharon.

"If I'm not mistaken."

"I don't understand." Bishop Hosefini's face turned grave, he had a vague feeling of the seriousness of the situation, but he was completely clueless.

"Of course you don't understand because the Native American deity does not want to cause trouble, it has been keeping a low profile, hiding." York spoke calmly.

"If I hadn't stumbled upon it, probably no one in the world would have known."

Speaking thus, York walked towards the Ross mother and daughter while continuing.

"Of course, this is just my guess, which is why I personally came to see and verify whether things are as I suspect.

If

 it turns out to be nothing, then there is no problem. If it is as I suspect, then I'll take action to nip it in the bud."

Bishop Hosefini closed his eyes, his aged right hand tapping on the armrest of his chair as he absorbed this information.

If someone else had said these words, he might have been skeptical, but coming from York, it signified a serious issue.

Because York's journey had been witnessed by many.

"I finally understand what you mean, York."

Hearing this, Bishop Hosefini turned back to see his assistant carrying a stack of documents to place on the table, then he spoke.

"Tell me, what assistance do you need? Since you've already involved yourself."

"The incident happened in West Virginia, please inform me about the timing of the events at Silent Hill." York said calmly.

"Also, seal off Silent Hill and disperse the crowd.

I need the clergy from the West Virginia diocese to guard the surrounding area of Silent Hill and set up barriers to prevent any unclean things from escaping."

"Is that enough?" Bishop Hosefini asked seriously.

"That's enough." York heard the underlying tone and chuckled. "Bishop Hosefini, any further arrangements would only be a burden to me. You're not planning to come over, are you?"

Bishop Hosefini was silent for a moment, then sighed, "Understood."

The old man glanced at the documents on the table, which probably wouldn't give him much insight, but should be enough to find some clues to confirm whether York's words were true.

"By the way, are there our people in Lost Town?" York took Sharon's excitedly running right hand and nodded to Ross in front of him.

"Yes." Bishop Hosefini responded.

"Monray Monastery, Lemuel Church."

"That's good, I'm heading to Monray Monastery now." Although Ross and Sharon were present, York did not intend to conceal this.

"Mm, I'll have the people stationed in Lost Town assist you." Bishop Hosefini's voice came from the phone.

York just chuckled at this statement and hung up. It was uncertain whether the clergy in Lost Town were really church people.

West Virginia Cathedral.

The sound of hanging up echoed from the phone, and Bishop Hosefini exhaled deeply, handing the phone to the assistant who had been standing behind him, then picked up the documents on the table.

"Ethan, what did you find?"

Father Ethan, taking Bishop Hosefini's phone, respectfully said.

"Silent Hill does indeed have a problem; there are traces of a cult known as 'che ordre.' Their aim is to create a god, and it seems that che ordre wanted to use the power of Silent Hill to create their god."

Bishop Hosefini picked up a document, his brows tightening as he remembered York's words.

"Create a god? Why don't we know about this?"

Father Ethan said, "Because it's been a long time, the incident happened a hundred years ago. According to the archives of that time, Father Braden, who was stationed in Lost Town back then, had sent a message that the god-creating plan of che ordre had failed, and everyone perished in an accidental fire, which is why the documents about Silent Hill were sealed."

At this moment, Bishop Hosefini had seen the explanation about the fire on the document.

Already informed about this, Father Ethan continued.

"At that time, che ordre had controlled everything in Silent Hill Town, having a high influence, not only controlling the local economic lifelines such as coal resources but also mentally controlling the residents.

They claimed to have found a child who could summon a deity and tried to sacrifice her life. For some reason, an accident occurred suddenly, and a fire burned through the ground, igniting the coal beneath, eventually causing a major fire."

As he spoke, Father Ethan sighed.

"Because of the coal, that fire is still burning to this day."

With these words, Bishop Hosefini had a rough understanding of the situation, looking at Silent Hill Town on the document, he placed the documents back on the table, and looked at the clergy in the garden ahead, calmly saying.

"Who is currently stationed in Lost Town?"

"Lemuel Church: Father Clifton and his deacon Brother Jesse. Monray Monastery: Mother Superior Gillian and possibly some novice nuns."

Bishop Hosefini calmly said.

"Let the people of Lost Town assist Bishop York's actions,

seal off Silent Hill, set up barriers, and collaborate with officials to disperse the residents around Silent Hill,

Wait for Bishop York's command for the next steps."

Father Ethan slightly bowed his head and respectfully said.

"Yes."

Bishop Hosefini let out a light breath, suddenly remembering that York was already in Silent Hill, somewhat listlessly waved his hand.

Father Ethan quietly left.

Bishop Hosefini closed his eyes, the sunlight warming his body,

 slowly reviving his subdued vitality. He was indeed old, not as energetic as the young.

For some reason, he felt envious.

...

Lost Town, a certain street.

"Here, eat this! It's very sweet."

York had just hung up the phone, looking at the information about Silent Hill sent by Bishop Hosefini on his phone when he heard Sharon's voice.

Looking down, Sharon was holding up a lollipop high in her hand.

Perhaps because she finally got to eat what she wanted, Sharon's face was smiling, her eyes curved into crescents, even though her cheeks were bulged by the lollipop.

It was then that York finally understood why many men nowadays liked to have daughters.

Who wouldn't like to watch such a cute little girl every day?

"Thank you." York smiled and took the lollipop from Sharon's hand, unwrapped it under her gaze, and popped it into his mouth.

"Hehe." Seeing this, Sharon felt reassured and became even more excited.

As the sweetness hit, York smiled at Sharon and patted her head, then turned to look at the silent Ross.

"Ms. Ross, the monastery you mentioned is called Monray Monastery, right?"

The previous night, having found a hotel that was still open, he had already asked Ross about how she had adopted Sharon.

Skipping all the detours, it boiled down to.

The first checkpoint was that Monray Monastery had found Sharon, still an infant, at their doorstep.

The second checkpoint was that Monray Monastery found Chris and Ross, a couple who wanted to adopt a child.

So, what role did Monray Monastery play in all this?

Seeing Ross take Sharon's hand silently and nod, York's interest deepened.

By now, it was certain that Alessa, the suspected local deity of Silent Hill, seemed to be connected with the people of Monray Monastery.

If Alessa was a deity worshipped by the Native Americans, then were the people of Monray Monastery descendants of the ancient indigenous Native Americans?

"This is getting interesting, to become clergy, after such a long time, a hundred years ago, then from that trial, saving Alessa from the hands of the cult, what kind of person was Thomas with the stigmata?"

York looked at the monastery appearing at the end of the road, recalling the information he had just seen on his phone, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Combining what he now knew, a piece of information emerged in his mind, which was about Father Braden, who had been stationed in Lost Town back then.

"Could he have lived this long? But then again, guesses are just guesses and shouldn't be assumed as facts."

York watched the approaching monastery, his lips curling up.

"But probably close to it. When Monray Monastery and Lemuel Church receive the orders from the West Virginia Cathedral,

it will be interesting to see how this so-called Thomas with stigmata reacts."

Thinking this, York looked around at the surroundings. Lost Town might be small compared to other places, but it was quite large in scale, roughly equivalent to a bustling urban district area.

This was probably due to the coal resources of Silent Hill, so the buildings here were quite decent, and there were pedestrians on the streets.

"Hehe."

Thinking of the location of Lost Town and Silent Hill, York chuckled inwardly, somewhat expectantly.

Before he forcefully entered Silent Hill, how would the other party make a move to stop him, choose to kill to keep silent, or choose to come clean...

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