Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

June 30th, in the afternoon.

In front of the church in the North Brook District, New York City.

Tom and Father Tony stood still, gazing into the distant street.

They were waiting for Du Wei.

"Do you think my good brother can take on the Voodoo Cult now that he's back?"

Tom, filled with resentment, was the first to speak. He knew the sudden failure of his abilities stemmed from a psychological suggestion that required recharging.

However, he had indeed fallen victim to the unsavory parties of the Voodoo Cult.

Yes...

He was furious with embarrassment.

Father Tony, on the other hand, looked at Tom with great sympathy and said in a more soothing tone, "Mr. Du Wei didn't say he would deal with the Voodoo Cult. He was just concerned about our safety and the situation here in New York."

Adding another line, he said, "But he did ask me one very strange question."

Tom instinctively asked, "What question?"

Father Tony, quite puzzled, said, "Well... how should I put it, he asked me if the Voodoo Cult had shown any intention of laying their hands on him."

"After I told him no, he sighed in regret, which was very strange."

Tom frowned and said, "The Voodoo Cult has never had contact with him, so why would they want to lay hands on him? Besides, my good brother is a bishop now, they wouldn't dare touch him, right?"

Though Tom wasn't a clerical member, his frequent dealings with Father Tony and their shared experiences in the Red Light District had given him some understanding of the relationships among the major churches.

Attacking a bishop of the church, especially a young one like Du Wei, wasn't just a matter of success; the wrath of the church alone wasn't something an ordinary religion could withstand.

Father Tony spread his hands and said, "I'm not sure what he's thinking; after all, he has always seemed very mysterious and inscrutable to me."

Tom nodded in agreement. Just as he was about to speak again, a taxi drove up quickly and stopped at the church entrance.

Then, the car door opened.

The two saw Du Wei step out with a calm face.

"Good afternoon."

As he spoke, he paid the cab fare, then closed the door.

Tom and Father Tony both sighed in relief.

Seeing Du Wei, they felt anchored again.

After all, Du Wei was the person in charge of the Evil Spirit incident in New York, not someone else.

Tom immediately stepped forward: "Welcome back, my good brother."

Father Tony said with a smile, "Mr. Du Wei, have you eaten? Would you like us to find a restaurant to sit down?"

Du Wei shook his head at them and said, "I can't stay long this time. I mainly came to see you and to take care of Tom's situation, and then I have to leave for Esselgreen."

In reality, his primary purpose for this visit was not just to recharge his good brother Tom and restore his humane abilities.

His main goal was to inspect the situation with the Antique Clock.

Tom and Father Tony felt somewhat disappointed upon hearing this.

Their relationship with Du Wei had always been close.

And they interacted frequently.

But lately, Du Wei had been too busy, often out of sight, which made them somewhat uncomfortable.

However.

They knew that Du Wei's status had changed and that he must have many matters to attend to.

But at this moment, Tom frowned as he noticed many bandages wrapped around Du Wei's clothes.

Anxiously, he said, "Are you injured?"

Du Wei nodded slightly, "It's just a flesh wound."

Tom's face changed, "A flesh wound requires so many bandages? And your complexion is very pale, as if you've lost too much blood. Have you run into trouble? Do you need my help?"

Du Wei waved his hand and said, "This is my problem, you can't help me. I came back this time to help you solve your problem."

Father Tony looked very upset, "Now that you are a bishop of the Church and also the head of the Tribunal, why does the Church still want you to take risks?"

Tom also said unhappily, "Doesn't the Church have a lot of exorcists? Are they all useless, so much so that it has to rely on you to take action?"

Du Wei shook his head and said, "The Church itself is under great pressure, and ever since the incident in Massas City ended, there has been a shortage of manpower. Moreover, the issues I am facing now, ordinary people can't even come into contact with, so it has to be me doing it."

"To put it simply, there's hardly anyone who can help me now."

At this point, Tom and Father Tony fell silent.

The atmosphere also became slightly heavier.

They suddenly had the illusion that they had never truly understood the man before them.

Even though their relationship was very good.

Yet this illusion made them feel a bit uncomfortable.

After a while.

Tom couldn't help but speak up, "I am now the head of the New York Police Department, is there anything I can help you with?"

Father Tony also said, "Although I'm over sixty, I can do logistical work very well if that's what it takes."

Du Wei looked at their serious expressions.

He spoke in a lighter tone, "I know what you mean, but there's no need to worry about me. If you really want to take some of the pressure off me, then keep monitoring the Voodoo Cult; when I come back next time, I should pay a visit to this group."

That was indeed the case.

Previously, the legacy Alvin Dowqui left to Du Wei, besides those Evil Spirits locked behind the door, also included the Church's undercover plans.

Many religious organizations have things similar to the Blood of Jesus.

The Church plants undercover agents to collect these things, aiming to solve all the Evil Spirits.

But as Du Wei came into contact with more and more information, he also understood that these things were all related to Solomon's Seventy-Two Pillars Demon Gods.

He, too, wanted to collect some, to see if they could serve as his trump card.

Upon hearing this, Father Tony and Tom nodded gravely.

They said in unison, "Don't worry, we will definitely get this done for you."

They didn't ask why.

Because for their relationship, it was meaningless.

Du Wei nodded with a smile, then walked up to Tom and said, "I don't know when I'll be back next time, so let's get started quickly."

"Your problem is mainly psychological shadows, I can impose a stronger suggestion, but it can only last for up to a year."

"And to solve it once and for all, there will be some costs to pay."

Tom asked in surprise, "What cost?"

Du Wei said calmly, "You know, I have many strange things on me, one of which, a Joker Card, has the ability to help people fulfill their wishes. However, the process of fulfilling the wish might unfold in an unexpected way, and even if it's me making the wish, you will share part of the cost."

"You might want to consider it carefully."

The wish-fulfilling power of the Joker Card is an idealistic force.

But it's not very controllable when it comes to realization.

Tom thought for a moment, then said with unusual determination, "Paying a cost is normal; I've had this awareness since I was kept by a wealthy woman."

"It's just a cost, right? It's not like it will mess up my orientation; I don't think it matters."

"Come on, my good brother! I want a permanent solution!"