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

Chapter 3 What's in the Suitcase?
The environment inside the roadside hotel is not good.

The light is dim, the sanitation is dirty, and there is an unexplainable unpleasant smell.

The floor of the corridor on the second floor was even peeled, making the middle-aged mayor who came after him frown.

But Father Matthew didn't care about such small details.

When he came to the guest room near the window at the end of the corridor, he calmed down a little, then raised his hand and knocked on the door.

"Dong dong."

No one responded, and there was no movement behind the thin door.

It seems that the residents inside have already left.

Seeing this, the priest frowned, feeling a bad premonition.

So he knocked twice more.

Still no response.

Therefore, Matthew decisively raised his hand to pat the door lock.

There was a clicking sound of metal colliding, and the door that was locked from the inside was opened by such a simple action!
The eyes of the mayor behind him are straight.

The priest ignored the others, and hurried in after opening the door.

Then he froze.

Because the residents inside did not leave, nor did they become comatose due to illness.

The thin, black-haired boy was actually wrapped in a blanket, sitting cross-legged on the head of the bed, staring quietly at the intruding Matthew.

But his condition is obviously not very good.

In other words, the kid who was alive and kicking around killing people on the plane before, his condition has deteriorated rapidly.

The room was stuffy, the air conditioner on the wall hadn't been turned on, but the boy sitting on the bed was shaking all over.

The eyes that looked over were also dull and dull, cloudy and lifeless, and the overall appearance was obviously much weaker than what the priest had seen before.

Seeing someone barging in, he didn't open his mouth to speak, but opened his mouth and uttered an indistinct blurred syllable. His face was dark and stale.

"From what I've heard, terminal cancer patients tend to be in excruciating pain."

The mayor who was following the priest spoke, looking at the boy with pity.

"My whole body hurts, and I can't sleep because of the pain at night. My body is weak, let alone get out of bed and walk, and I don't even have the strength to cough up the phlegm in my throat."

The priest said nothing.

Of course he knew how people with this disease would behave at the end of their lives.

A few years ago, there was a paladin sent by him as a bodyguard by his side. He was a tough guy with dark skin who had been shot by bullets and didn't even blink his eyelids.

Cold, calm, and powerful, this is the impression many people have of him.

However, at the end of his life with cancer, the knight often cried bitterly, and the most common words were, "Let me die, don't save me again, please."

"You can't even imagine how painful it is."

In contrast, the boy in front of him is obviously much tougher.

But no matter how tough he is, he is powerless to resist in the face of disease and death.

Just like his pale and haggard face, bathed in the sunlight from outside the window, it was full of lifelessness.

"poor child……"

The priest who entered the room felt a little heavy.

Because he couldn't be sure whether his own arrival could restore the other party's dying state.

However, right after that, he didn't have the time to think about all of this.

Because he saw something in the corner of the room.

Something that made his pupils constrict suddenly, making his hair stand on end!
It was a suitcase.

A black, metallic, and expensive-looking suitcase!
Father Matthew had seen this thing.

Not long ago, I saw it in a psychic.

This suitcase made of special materials was once loaded and released the evil spirit that slaughtered more than a hundred people!

And if there is enough space to use it, this evil spirit can kill more lives!
This discovery made Matthew froze in place when he was walking towards the boy.

The atmosphere in the room became somewhat inexplicable as a result.

The mayor has been following the priest. Although he saw the box, he didn't think there was anything special about a suitcase.

Seeing the priest's footsteps lingering in the middle of the road, he thought it was because he disliked him and was in the way, but he couldn't open his mouth.

So the mayor said empathetically, "It's too stuffy here. I'll go out to get some air first. If you need anything, you can call me anytime."

The priest remained silent and did not respond.

It seemed to acquiesce to his proposal.

What arrogance!
Wearing gold-rimmed glasses, the polite middle-aged mayor cursed secretly when he saw this.

On the surface, he nodded gracefully to the boy sitting cross-legged on the bed, then turned and left with a smile on his face.

Unfortunately, from the beginning to the end, Andy didn't look at him. In the dry and sickly sockets, the pair of dim blue eyes were always staring at Father Matthew.

"Mind if I open it up and take a look?"

Matthew spoke suddenly, and his expression returned to normal, but his voice became extremely dry before he knew it.

Andy lowered his eyelids when he heard this, as if he really didn't have the strength to speak, so he could only respond with this small gesture.

But Father Matthew's footsteps still froze in place.

After the air crash, the vicious and bloodthirsty evil spirit disappeared, and the relevant tracking and investigations by various departments in the country are in full swing.

And the suitcase that appeared in front of him made it hard for the priest not to doubt that the evil existence that made everyone unable to find a trace was here?

Always carried by the boy?
This guess is not unreasonable.

For one thing, no matter how powerful the evil spirit is, it will be difficult to suppress its own desire and instinct to kill life, and as long as it kills, there will inevitably be traces left, and they will be able to successfully track down the clues.

It's not like the current situation, three days, no news at all.

Unless the evil spirit has been re-sealed!
Secondly, this seems to explain why the boy Andy's condition deteriorated to such a degree in just a few days——

Even a healthy adult, even with the protection of the container seal, keeping a powerful evil spirit by his side, it is hard to say how long he can live.

After all, the container is not completely sealed, and the evil breath passively released by the evil spirit will make people sick.

If you are sick, your status will fall off a cliff!
However, even though it was very reasonable, Father Matthew at this time was unwilling to believe this judgment.

In his opinion, it was exaggerated enough that a young boy could escape from such a powerful evil spirit.

How could this child let an evil spirit go back into the cramped box?

That evil spirit is extremely strong.

It may even have the power to slaughter cities!
After the air crash, according to the judgments of many bishops in the church, even if their church gathers all the extraordinary power of the city, if they want to force that level of evil spirits back to the seal, probably more than half of their people will be killed or injured!

A child, a child who is seriously ill and is about to die, can do such a thing?
Unless his talent in the field of art and transcendence is even more amazing than the Pope in historical materials.

But how is this possible?

"I must be thinking too much."

"Some things just can't happen!"

I desperately tried to convince myself in my mind, but Father Matthew froze in place.

He stared at the black suitcase quietly placed in the corner, as if he was looking at a nuclear bomb that might explode at any time, and wanted to go forward to appraise it, but his hands and feet couldn't control it.

But this stalemate can't solve anything at all.

So finally, Father Matthew moved!

Instead of walking towards the suitcase, he suddenly reached into his arms and took out a small silver metal box.

After opening the box, ten metal syringes were exposed to the air.

After picking up one of them, the priest walked towards the bedside boy.

Then, under the silent gaze of the other party, a sharp needle was inserted into his arm, and then the clear liquid was pushed out, allowing them to continuously flow into the boy's blood vessels.

The door of the guest room was not closed tightly. At this time, in the corridor outside, the mayor of the city and the chief of the police were quietly peeking into the room from the corner of their eyes.

When they saw the syringe, envy flashed in their eyes, as if it was some kind of longed-for and unattainable treasure.

But this treasure was unceremoniously used three times in a row by the priest, and the eyelids of the two people outside the door jumped!

However, what seems to be a wasteful move is indeed very effective.

I saw the black-haired boy who was sitting cross-legged on the bedside motionless, with dull eyes, suddenly bent over and coughed violently after the three injections!
That voice was full of pain, as if broken, full of dryness and choking, blood coughed up from the mouth, and even splashed everywhere on the floor and the head of the bed.

But everyone present knew that he survived and escaped from the dying state!
"One a day."

When Andy's cough eased, Father Matthew said, "The stock here can last for seven days."

Andy didn't speak when he heard the words, but put aside the brown blanket wrapped around his body, and staggered out of bed barefoot.

Then, under the nervous and inexplicable gaze of the priest, he picked up the corner suitcase and opened it without hesitation!

Father Matthew clenched his fists, and his heartbeat seemed to rise to his throat.

But when he glanced inside, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

"God, forgive me for my cowardice before..."

Raising his hand to wipe the cold sweat that overflowed from his forehead at some point, the priest felt annoyed at his hesitation.

And then, when he was thinking about what was in the suitcase, he felt even more bitter.

Father Matthew has good eyesight, and there is plenty of sunlight coming in from the window, so he can see clearly.

In the suitcase were white painkiller bottles, a pistol, a bullet box, and a strange book called "Dungeons and Dragons: A Dungeon Master's Guide."

as well as……

It seems that there are still a few sets of unfinished middle school homework?

(End of this chapter)