Chapter 433: Arriving in Norway

As for why he needed to study, it was because he now possessed the ability to conduct research.

Just as previously analyzed, a world rift itself is a kind of wormhole connecting two worlds. As long as one can master the particles, the basic requirements for research are met. Otherwise, to the human eye, it merely appears as a massive dragon, like a fissure torn in the world itself.

York picked up the document from Norway and flipped to the first page.

He had traveled to many places, but had yet to visit Norway.

Whether in his past life or in this world, Norway remains a highly developed modern industrial country, one of the world's wealthiest and most livable countries.

Reading the introduction, York couldn't help but sigh,

Located in the northwestern corner of the European continent, on the western part of the Scandinavian Peninsula, facing the North Atlantic to the west and north, it's sparsely populated yet wealthy, with abundant welfare benefits.

The birth of a baby comes with various subsidies, and parents get nearly a year of paid leave, ensuring you feel plenty of parental love from a young age.

Education is entirely free, and each person's annual medical expenses within 3k NOK are out-of-pocket, with anything beyond that covered by the government.

Moreover, a significant part of Norwegian society is built on trust. No one monitors you to buy a ticket when you ride the bus, no one checks you in at work, and museums don't even have entrance guards.

In contrast, Norwegians are highly self-conscious.

As he read through the document, York concluded that once Norwegians form a small group, they tend to stick with it, not adding new members. Norwegians might be warm and helpful, but it is relatively difficult to get close to them.

"Eileen, it looks like we'll be alone for a while," York said to Eileen, who stood before him, with a light smile.

Eileen understood what her master was saying and nodded.

"It's a national custom, but I believe the local residents will welcome our arrival."

York shrugged and turned back to the document, "Of course they will welcome us, after all, many people here are our followers."

But with that, York added, "Luckily, we are clergy."

Eileen, like a true assistant, simply stood there and smiled.

York continued to read and found the church that the Norwegian diocese had arranged for him.

In the photos,

He was greeted by the towering spires, on which were carved intricate patterns, symbolizing the sanctity and majesty of religion.

Under the sunlight, the stone sculptures on the spires shimmered with golden light, magnificent and splendid.

Besides these,

The main body of the church was supported by thick stone walls, carved with various patterns telling stories from the Bible.

The windows were also uniquely designed. The stained-glass windows cast a colorful and fragmented light under the sun, creating a sacred and mysterious atmosphere.

Even the bell towers and clock towers were impressive, towering into the clouds, presumably offering a panoramic view from above.

York was already imagining himself enjoying the breeze up there.

This was the overall atmosphere outside; his colleagues in Norway had also taken pictures of the interior of the church.

The vast space in the middle was a long corridor, with neatly arranged benches on both sides.

At the end of the corridor was the solemn altar, adorned with the Bible and a cross...

"As expected of Norway, innately infused with a heavy medieval hue, it's like a full-blown oil painting," York commented with a satisfied smile, his colleagues in Norway had evidently met his expectations.

Beautiful scenery, the location around the world rift, although far from the central area, nothing was lacking.

The pictures showed him an ordinary small town in the outskirts, looking like a beautiful scenic area.

"Not bad, I am very satisfied," York said, continuing to flip through the document.

Eileen reminded him, "It was Bishop George himself who recommended this church."

"Oh."

York responded, remembering George, the archbishop managing the Norwegian diocese.

In his current memory, this was a very serious old man, rigid and expressionless, even more so than John Wick's stoic face, completely devoid of any expressions.

"Let's keep a low profile this time, to avoid this old man giving me trouble."

At this, York let out a wry smile and continued, "Among that group of old men who constantly complained about me, there was Archbishop George. He seems not to appreciate my way of doing things, thinking I'm an incompetent priest."

Eileen didn't respond, just blinked. She hadn't expected her own bishop to have a history of being complained about by a group of bishops, which piqued her curiosity to secretly investigate further.

"But no worries, this old man is a stickler for rules. As long as you follow the rules, he won't do anything to you," York said as he flipped through the document.

"Anyway

, we're not here for a vacation, but to work."

Eileen nodded in understanding.

"Of course, business aside, once we arrive, I want to eat king crab," York, having finished looking, closed the document and handed it to Eileen with a smile.

"We'll eat it together."

"Yes, Bishop."

Eileen smiled, took the document, nodded slightly, and left the scene at York's gesture.

York watched Eileen leave and then turned his attention to Hanna, who was still working, his gaze piercing.

But Hanna quietly turned away.

"Hehe, life seems to be getting a bit interesting," York joked, in a good mood, leaned back in the comfortable chair, and gazed out the cabin window at the thick clouds, momentarily mesmerized.

But something crossed his mind, and he shifted his focus from the magnificent view to the virtual window in front of him.

After thirty-two days of accumulation, he had gained sixteen more attribute points.

"Let's continue to add them to Spirit/Holy Power," York glanced at his personal stats, already making a decision.

Compared to others, the change when Spirit/Holy Power broke through to 600 was something he was particularly curious about, especially since the transformation at 500 had been astonishing.

Not to mention telekinesis and others.

Just take the holographic map, which had already spread to a distance of three hundred meters, undergoing a qualitative change. Originally just a 360-degree scan, it later added so-called x-ray vision, and now it came with a triggered mechanism.

For example, anything evil or dark or thinking ill of him that entered the range of his holographic map would automatically be sensed by him, thus achieving a God's-eye view and a dimension-reducing strike effect.

This was the first time he had grasped a power involving rules.

Under such circumstances, even if his consciousness wasn't on the holographic map or he turned off the holographic map, anyone wanting to harm him or anything involving the dark side would be sensed by him.

[Point Addition Successful]

[Spirit/Holy Power 557 increased to 573]

Listening to the prompt in his ear, York closed his eyes, savored the change from the point addition, and murmured to himself.

"Feels like I'm starting to become a deity, not bad."

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"Uncle York!"

"Uncle York! We've arrived!"

Aretha, dressed in a thick coat, had been wrapped up like a real bear, with her hat shaped like bear ears behind her, stood in front of the eyes-closed York, reaching out intending to pinch his prominent nose.

But clearly, her attempt was doomed to fail. York immediately woke up, grabbed Aretha's hand to stop her prank, and stretched lazily.

Though he didn't feel any soreness, York still habitually performed a stretch, a habit from his younger days.

"Are we there?"

York reached out to pat Aretha's head but was swatted away after she gave him a look.

"I'm not a kid anymore!" Aretha complained, wondering what it would take to prove she was no longer a child.

"Hehe, tell me that when you're as tall as my shoulder." York took off the coat draped over his shoulders and looked to the side.

Everyone was waiting for him.

Eileen and Hanna stood close together like sisters, both dressed in thick coats just like the sulking Aretha, all wrapped up like bears.

It was the winter season, and the temperature had plummeted, making such attire indeed very warm.

While Hilary and John Wick stood at the back, dressed in very neat and simple coats, giving off a bodyguard vibe, although their duties were essentially that of bodyguards.

Then looking towards Eileen, York, now wearing his coat, stood up.

"Bishop, colleagues from the Norwegian diocese are waiting for us outside."

"Hmm."

York nodded, took Aretha's hand who had reached out to him, and led the way towards the cabin door.

"Then let's go."

From the earlier document, he knew where this was.

Bergen Flesland Airport, the second largest airport in the Kingdom of Norway, located 19 kilometers south of the center of Bergen.

Indeed, the church he was heading to was in Sonna Fjord, a small town in Bergen.

Thus, they still needed to be escorted by the Norwegian diocese to their destination.

York, while walking and looking around with Aretha, thought to himself.

Sonna Fjord, with a length of 204 kilometers and a depth of 1300 meters, was touted as the longest and deepest fjord in the world, crowned as the King of Fjords. The scenery was naturally spectacular, attracting countless tourists and locals from Norway, but these people were unaware that within the vast fjord lay a world rift capable of influencing the entire world.

Moreover, Bergen also housed a very famous church, known as Saint Mary's Church, a church that had been under

 construction since the mid-12th century and was not only the oldest building in Bergen but also one of the most famous Romanesque churches in Norway.

It was said to bear traces left by saints, and he was indeed eager to see it for himself.

In the past, he had seen traces left by saints, such as holy pools and other sacred sites, but that was then. With his current perspective, he expected to discern something different, at least to make out some details.

Thinking this, York had already reached the gangway, where he saw several discreet vehicles marked with the church's emblem parked on the vast open space ahead.

Around the vehicles stood a group of clergy, also marked with emblems on their thick coats.

No deacons, only priests.

"It seems that the stern old man is taking this seriously," York thought of the rigid Archbishop George, his lips curling slightly, as he led Aretha and the others, including Eileen, down.

The first to greet them was a middle-aged man, his features as if carved from stone, who bowed slightly and said respectfully.

"Bishop York, I am Father Cameron, responsible for your transportation, to take you to Saint Mary's Church."

York raised an eyebrow, but in the next second, Father Cameron answered him.

"Archbishop George is currently waiting for you at Saint Mary's Church."

"Oh." York smiled, looking at Father Cameron and said.

"Can I not go over?"

Father Cameron had not anticipated this response, his body stiffening momentarily, his features turning even more rigid, seemingly at a loss.

"If you don't wish to"

But before he could finish, York, looking at the clergy behind Father Cameron who had also stiffened, patted Father Cameron's shoulder, cutting him off with a smile.

"The air pressure here is a bit low, just kidding, let's go."

With that, York continued leading Aretha and everyone towards the direction of the vehicles.

Father Cameron, who had maintained his posture, couldn't help but exhale softly, hurrying to follow York's steps, but he also felt relieved. If the bishop had wanted to go somewhere else, he would have had to obey, but he truly didn't know how he would explain it to Archbishop George.

The vehicle arrangement was as follows: John Wick and Hilary in one vehicle, Hanna forcibly dragged a reluctant Aretha into the second vehicle, and York himself sat in the front vehicle with Eileen.

The car seemed small, but the space inside was actually larger than expected, and the interior was also very luxuriously decorated, exuding a refined feel.

To sum it up in York's words, the vehicles of the Norwegian diocese everywhere revealed a refined, very wealthy vibe.

York looked at Father Cameron, who sat up straight in the passenger seat, and said lightly.

"Has there been any activity at the rift?"

From the previous documents and the occasional information that came his way, he knew there had been three energy fluctuations at the Norwegian world rift recently, all within a day or a few hours of each other.

Father Cameron answered seriously: "Bishop York, there has been no activity before your arrival."

York's eyes flickered slightly, reclining in his seat he asked further, "Then has there been any unusual paranormal events across the Kingdom of Norway recently?"

Father Cameron thought carefully, eventually answering, "Back to you, Bishop, there has not."

"Truly peaceful, worthy of the Kingdom of Norway." York said lightly, then turned to Eileen sitting beside him.

"It seems we really will be living here for a while."

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