is the son of the Holy See, but the master of black magic

Chapter 14 The Treacherous Dialogue

The overall layout of the VIP area on the second floor is elegant, surrounded by round mahogany guardrails, and there are many exquisite and delicious foods on the long table next to it.

When a lot of cheers erupted below, it was rather dull here.

Bishop Norman, who had been finding fault with Andy intentionally or unintentionally, was completely speechless at this moment.

Looking sideways at everything lively below, his old face was expressionless, his eyelids drooped, and he couldn't see his attitude.

However, the hands placed on the knees under the table unconsciously turned the ruby ​​ring worn on the index finger.

This movement was very subtle, but it revealed silently that his heart was not as calm as it appeared on the surface.

The reason is simple, he doesn't want Andy to show off.

Reluctant at the first pass.

This second hurdle is even more unwilling.

But before that, he was actually mentally prepared - if Andy took the first place in the second round, then even if he didn't want to, he had no choice but to accept it.

But Bishop Norman obviously didn't expect that Andy's willpower was not only strong, but also strong enough to break the historical record of his country——

You know, that record is not limited to the accumulation of young people, it is actually the common record of all the supernatural beings in this country!
This is very exaggerated, so exaggerated that it is comparable to Andy exorcising demons with graffiti.

It is deeply shocking, but incomprehensible.

I can't understand it, but it can only be regarded as his extraordinary talent, or his belief in God is too devout, and even the devil can't corrode his thinking.

In this case, naturally there is no way to criticize.

Instead of criticizing, can you still praise it?
At this moment, looking at the group of people below who applauded Andy loudly, Bishop Norman felt a little annoying, let alone participated in it himself.

So he had no attitude other than silence.

What's interesting is that the "professor", who had expressed appreciation for Andy's performance before, also didn't speak now.

When looking at the black-haired boy in the crowd, his eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was examining something.

Also like, what are you thinking about?
What is this guy thinking?
Norman bishops could not be sure.

The two were old acquaintances. Back then, he was able to win the competition with Father Matthew to serve as the bishop here, but it was also thanks to the "professor" in front of him.

But the two sides can't be called friends at all, and they are reluctant to say that they are collaborators.

More like a superior-subordinate relationship.

In this case, Bishop Norman didn't even know him well. When he looked at the other party now, he even felt very strange.

It's like looking at a passerby you've never seen before.

What was he thinking?

The old bishop asked this question repeatedly in his heart, but he still had no answer...

"If I remember correctly, you have a granddaughter who is as old as him?"

At a certain moment, the professor suddenly spoke.

As if he had returned to normal, while asking, the old gentleman clapped his hands like the others.

When looking at Andy below, he also turned into a smiling and appreciative look again.

"Yes."

Bishop Norman, who came back to his senses, hurriedly said, "But she's only 12 years old."

"Twelve years old... well, there is not a few years difference between the two of them—would she like a heroic boy like Andy?"

"You are joking."

The old bishop waved his hands hastily upon hearing this.

"What kind of hero is he? At best, he's a rookie with some talent, and his sickly appearance is annoying. I don't want to find such a person to be my grandson-in-law. Maybe he will die suddenly at some point."

"The disease can be cured."

The professor said disapprovingly, "For people like us, isn't cancer an unsolvable problem?"

"It's true for you, but it's not necessarily true for me."

The bishop shook his head and said, "Besides, even if illness is not considered, Andy himself may not be a suitable marriage partner."

"Inappropriate?"

Hearing this, the professor looked at him with a strange expression, as if to say, you still look down on a genius of this level?

"In fact, I seriously doubt that this child is so retarded, whether he can have fertility."

The Norman bishop explained seriously.

The disdainful words made the professor startled, and then he couldn't help but laugh.

"You are really... There is an old saying in the Far East, how do you say it?"

"I don't know much about Far Eastern culture, so, uh... don't know what you're referring to."

Bishop Norman's embarrassing words made the professor inexplicably silent for a while, and then he sighed helplessly.

"Forget it, I can't remember, anyway, you should understand what I mean."

Of course I understand, the old bishop thought silently.

but i don't want to understand...

While secretly sighing, he looked down and shook hands with the "competitors" around him. The black-haired boy who was about to enter the third round of assessment had helplessness in his eyes.

Some people can be suppressed by just pressing it with their hands.

But some people, no matter how hard they are, are useless...

No, it cannot be said that it is useless, but it has a great effect.

The old bishop was full of regrets at this moment.

I feel that I shouldn't change the assessment items randomly before.

Because, damn it.

He bounced the kid back!

Not only did it not push him down, but it also gave him the opportunity to jump several floors in a row!
What a stupid thing to do...

Without a detailed understanding of his background, it is taken for granted that he is at best talented in painting.

So he tried in vain to let other people shine, to disperse Andy's genius halo.

In the end, it turned into the current situation...

What a pig brain!

Bishop Norman, who hadn't scolded anyone for many years, never thought that when he swears again, the target is himself.

But although he was annoyed at his own decision-making mistakes in his heart, on the surface, he was calm.

"The third level is a duel. I absolutely don't believe that he can create another miracle in this respect."

"indeed."

The professor then agreed, "However, considering his background and education level, even if he performed normally, it is enough to surprise."

"so……"

The bishop looked hesitant, "You are not too optimistic about the child's performance in this level?"

This should have been a nonsense.

Because any normal person would not think that Andy, who is thin and sick, has any fighting ability.

But that's exactly what the bishop asked.

It doesn't matter if he asked, the professor answered patiently.

"Of course, even a genius has a limit. I can't say anything about other aspects. In the field of combat skills, he cannot have great potential."

"After all, the physical condition is there."

"Is such that."

Bishop Norman nodded in agreement, but secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

As long as the professor doesn't expect much from it.

If you don't expect it, it proves that you haven't paid much attention to it.

If you really want to be full of expectations, then he really...doesn't know what to do.

Thinking of this, the old bishop felt a little comforted, and then looked down with the mentality of watching a child being beaten.

As a result, after a while, his face suddenly darkened, and his heart went crazy.

"Hey, what kind of monster is this!?"

(End of this chapter)