Hallie discovered that being a nun who did not chant scriptures was really relaxing.
Milk and sandwiches were distributed for free in the morning. She didn't have to do it herself, she just stood on the side and watched them queuing up to get it.
Then her work for the day is done.
Of course, regular nuns have to do noon prayers, worship Eucharist, recite the Rosary... a whole set of procedures, strictly implemented, leaving little private time.
But Harley, a "nun", doesn't recite sutras.
"Why hasn't anyone asked me to exorcise demons yet?" Hallie put down the nearly torn copy of "Exorcism Ceremony" and turned on the computer with some irritation.
I logged into the Anglican Church's website, looked through photos and videos of other communities on the promotion page, and then edited the video I shot this morning and sent it via email.
After that, she started looking for information about exorcisms online.
There are very few, and the content is still very old.
She was confused and called her "direct boss".
Well, it was Brother Granger who delivered the "nun's office set" this morning.
"Father, have you seen the video I sent to your email?"
"Let me see......"
About two minutes later, he praised: "It's great. Believers came to pray so quickly. It seems that Bali Street really lacks a cathedral."
Then, he asked: "Five hundred breakfasts, how many are left?"
"It's gone long ago. In addition to the building where I live, there are also people from nearby communities who heard about it."
"That's it..." Brother Granger muttered: "I will help you contact the person in charge of the Martha Charitable Foundation to see if we can add more food."
Harry thought for a while and said: "Today there was a single mother with three children. She didn't have a job. She carefully asked me if I needed employees. She could clean up and distribute food. By the way, can the Martha Charitable Foundation help?
A fund cannot be provided."
"I'm afraid it will be difficult." Granger said immediately.
"Why? Wayne is not short of money." Harley asked doubtfully.
"In order to avoid corruption, the foundation has established a strict management system. At this time, you only have the management rights of the small church, but do not have the power to appoint and remove personnel.
Unless you pay for it yourself.
If you really need help, you must submit an application to prove that your small church needs to hire employees, and then the foundation will negotiate with the church to directly arrange an employee." Granger explained.
Harry understood a little bit. She was worried that someone would arrange for her relatives to defraud her of wages.
"If you really want to help that woman, there is nothing you can do." Then Granger added: "Either you start a side business to make money to pay her salary, or you can solicit sponsorships, or find wealthy people to donate."
"I don't quite understand. Please explain in detail." Harley said.
"For example, churches will sell spiritual books and sacred objects to believers, and some town churches will even sell burgers and fried chicken to the townspeople on Sundays to make ends meet."
"Uh..." Harley looked at her empty "canteen" and asked, "Is there any problem with the nun selling cigarettes and alcohol?"
"It's best not to! You can take the donation box and go shopping in various shops on Bali Street."
"Begging for donations is not a long-term solution, and there are too many poor people here. In fact, I am an exorcist nun. Can you introduce some business to me through the Anglican Church's network?" At this time, Harry said his purpose in a logical manner.
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"Exorcist Sister?!" From the voice, you could tell how shocked Granger was on the other end of the phone and how ridiculous his expression was.
"Really, I was born with yin and yang eyes. I can see things that ordinary people cannot see. I also met an archangel named Zauliel earlier." Harley vowed.
"I only know about Archangel Uriel, this is the first time Zauri has heard of it," Granger said.
"Uriel is a human angel, and Zauliel is an eagle angel." Harry said.
"Forget it, after entering the 21st century, Anglican priests will no longer accept exorcism tasks." Granger said.
"Why?" Harley asked curiously.
"Modern technology and media are becoming more and more developed, and many 'evil possessed' priests cannot handle, but are easily solved by psychiatrists.
Then as soon as the media exposes the case and spreads it all over the world, won’t the reputation of our church be greatly damaged?
Not to mention the Anglican Church, even the Holy See of Rome even banned priests from performing exorcisms on believers for a while," Granger said helplessly.
"No wonder those classic cases of successful church exorcisms on the Internet all happened decades ago." Harley looked strange.
"But I'm different. I have real abilities." She added.
"This is a rule of the church. You and I are small people and cannot change it." Granger's tone was tactful, but his refusal was very firm.
After hanging up the phone, Harley stared at the screen for a while, then suddenly had an idea and typed "exorcism" into the "hello" browser.
Immediately a lot of links appeared.
After some deletions, Harley entered the forum called "SCP Foundation BBS".
For no other reason than it has the largest number of daily active users.
"Shit, there's an exorcist who wants to go with me, and he's also posting on the forum asking for work."
Harley quickly registered as a user and then posted a post - "I saw an angel, he was black, and he taught me exorcism."
She roughly described the process and feelings of entering Limbo from the human world, and then ascending to heaven. The Silver City, where angels and God live, was a little vague and less detailed.
Finally, she revealed her identity as an exorcist nun and expressed her willingness to provide exorcism services at a low price.
Someone immediately responded: Yes, not only are angels black, but God is also black. You niggas, just get high!
The third floor replied to the second floor: White trash, it’s the 21st century and it’s still racial discrimination. Black sister, come on!
Fourth floor: Exorcist Sister, is *** handsome? Have you done it? How does it feel?
The fifth floor replied to the fourth floor: She must be so excited to post such a post.
...
"Hey, sister!" Harley was immersed in the monitor when someone suddenly knocked on the window of the "Commissary".
"If you want to pray, go to the chapel opposite." Harry didn't even look up.
"I want to make a deal."
Now Harley raised her head, and two "Iversons" who looked like "Iverson" were standing outside the window.
Well, Iverson's height and build, Iverson's hair, and his jacket with the Sixers' No. 3 on it.
"I'm not selling anything." Harley said.
"Oh, this nun is so cute!" Iverson A whistled and looked at Harry with a very dishonest look, "What's the point of staying at home alone? Come with me and go out for a drink."
"Don't get into trouble, we have something to do." Iverson B touched his companion, leaned at the window and said, "Sister, do you know the rules here?"
"Are we going to charge protection fees? I don't even have a dime in my business, it's all for charity." Harley frowned.
"Only the deadbeat ones charge protection fees, we only do business."
Iverson B threw a pack of white flour on the counter with a snap, "Old rules, we set the price and you directly manage the sale.
The price is twenty dollars per serving, no more, no less, and it has been packaged, a total of five hundred copies.
Call us when you’re sold out, and if you sell one pack, you can get a commission of two hundred dollars, okay?”
"You are blaspheming God!" Harley said with a wooden face.
"Bah!" Iverson B spat at the desk behind the counter. Harley avoided it in time, with some frost on her pretty face.
"I don't believe in God at all."
He rolled up his sleeves, revealing the cyan and red Satan words on his black arms, "In Gotham, only Satan can live. Little nun, if you still want to serve God, just be obedient, otherwise -"
"Otherwise, I'll beat you up!" Iverson A said with a lewd smile.
Iverson B glanced at him, with a lewd expression on his lips.
Harry adjusted the big glasses frame on the bridge of his nose and said calmly: "I'll give you a chance and leave immediately. I'm not an ordinary nun."
The two black men sneered and walked directly to the door of the room.
Harley also stood up and took the initiative to open the door before they kicked it down.
And then it’s “ping ping ping ping ping ping!”
Well, a classic American action movie - you punch me, I punch you, both sides are bruised and swollen, in the end the villain falls, and in the ending song, the protagonist precariously wins.
Of course, Harley covered her face and her beautiful appearance was preserved.
"Gudong...gudong..."
When the experience tank overflowed and Harley reached level 15, the door to Aunt Tata's house diagonally opposite opened.
A tall black girl came out and roared: "James, Davis, stop immediately, don't beat the nun anymore!"
"Plop, plop!" The two Iversons, who had already lost all their experience points, had no time to reply and staggered to the ground.
The nose was bruised, the face was swollen, the head was sweating profusely, and the eyes were blurred.
"Uh..." Looking at the delicate nun standing proudly, the black girl was stunned.
"Are you Pulika, Aunt Tata's daughter?" Harry turned around, also surprised.
What a sturdy big black girl, over two meters tall, with skin as black as carbon, a blue mohawk, big round earrings, golden closed rings, a big gold chain hanging around her neck, and a tight black short leather jacket.
, leather pants, long-heeled leather boots are also black...
He looks like a ruthless character.
"I'm Pulika, you, did you knock them down?" the big black girl asked blankly.
"I am an exorcist nun. I have worked hard in the church for fifteen years. Even the devil is no match for me, let alone two little bastards." Harley took the opportunity to promote herself.
"Really..." The big black girl smiled awkwardly with her buck teeth.
After driving away the two "Iversons", Plica invited Hallie to sit at home.
She is interested in the "kung fu nun" who can defeat two strong men, and Harley also wants to know about this eldest sister who can quit drug trafficking with just one word.
"In Old Hank's time, the 'grocery store' you live in now was a Du Ping sales point. This is similar to the Philips Tobacco Company, which will ensure that Marlboro (the world-famous cigarette) can be purchased in every store in the United States."
There is a lot of furniture in the living room, which is a bit crowded, but it is neatly kept.
Aunt Tata is not at home, but the little black girl is sitting on the sofa watching TV.
"I remember that the GCPD has a drug enforcement team, right? They slapped a bag of white noodles on my table openly and shouted loudly. It was so unscrupulous." Harley frowned.
The big black girl gave her a strange look and asked, "Have you just arrived in Gotham?"
"It's been a few years."
"Then do you know who is the second largest drug trafficking organization in Gotham?" Plica asked again.
"It's either Maroni or Falcone. In short, these two emperors occupy the two largest pieces of cake in the market."
Harley is a little proud. After these days of wandering around, she has learned something about the underground world of Gotham!
However, Plica shook her head and said: "Falco's cabinet has never used drugs. Maroney was able to quickly rise from a rising star to Gotham's second boss because he is the largest drug lord on the east coast of the United States.
As for the second drug dealer in Gotham, he is the Gotham Anti-Narcotics Team that you have high hopes for. The two people just now are their agents in this neighborhood, so you have to be careful."
"Even if this is Gotham, it's too exaggerated, isn't it?!" Harley almost jumped up.
“Trick—an urgent news break!”
Suddenly, the cartoon on the TV screen was replaced by a noisy press conference room.
Harley also stopped being shocked and turned to look at the TV.
That was the press office of Wayne Group. As soon as the young man in a suit and tie appeared, he was surrounded by reporters on three levels inside and outside.
"Today's incident has nothing to do with the operation of Wayne Group. I just want to use this place to announce one thing: my good friend Harley Quinn is not a witch. She was framed by the Crusaders, and I was the witness.
One, I know what happened that night at St. John's Abbey..."