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

Chapter 41 The Priest's Plan

"trade?"

When the deputy mayor heard this word, the smile on his face froze.

Looking hesitantly at the middle-aged priest across the desk, he asked somewhat uncertainly, "You mean... a deal?"

"The teacher of the sole heir of the empire is about to return home, and plans to accept a local as his personal disciple."

The priest turned to something that was happening now.

"In order to compete for the identity of this direct disciple, the bloodlines of the York royal family are trying their best to curry favor with that teacher, while at the same time fighting each other."

"It can be said that this personal disciple status is very important to them."

"There are a lot of young dudes in the royal family, a lot of trash, and a lot of geniuses."

"Those geniuses can be counted over and over again, none of them is more qualified than Andy to obtain the status of that disciple!"

"so……"

The black deputy mayor finally understood.

"Are you going to use Andy as a threat to force the royal family to cede benefits? If you don't cede, tell Andy to grab that disciple's place?"

"It can't be called a threat."

Father Matthew said indifferently: "To be precise, it's a transaction."

"How is this possible?"

The deputy mayor frowned and said, "Everyone knows that the teacher is a racist person, and it's impossible for him to like Andy!"

"He is indeed a racist, or rather, he is a pure-blood who treats ordinary people as lowly animals."

Matthew said: "But why do you think that Andy is born as an ordinary person?"

"Is not it?"

Hearing this, the old black man was surprised, "Didn't you investigate his background clearly—"

His words stopped abruptly, and he stared at the middle-aged priest with a dazed expression.

"You forged that investigation report?!"

"After leaving the scene of the crash, it took me three days to find Andy."

Matthew smiled slightly and said, "Three days, haven't you thought about it, is it really too long for me?"

"so you……"

"Andy's mother is nothing special, but his father is an extraordinary person. Otherwise, knowing that Andy was seriously ill and dying, he would not have chosen to send someone to pick him up."

The priest said softly: "In three days, I spent two days and two nights to completely cover up this line, so everyone felt that Andy's background was very ordinary, and the old housekeeper didn't take him too seriously."

"But in fact, I have enough evidence in my hand to prove that he was born in an extraordinary class."

When he said this, the priest showed another smile on his face, "Coupled with his great talent and potential, who do you think among the young people in the royal family can compete with him?"

"But he's not a native?"

"Does it matter if a genius of that level is local?"

The black deputy mayor didn't speak.

After a moment of uncertain expression, he frowned and said, "I don't agree with your plan."

"With Andy's potential, if we train him for a few years, he will definitely become the backbone of our organization. But you want to trade him?"

"What are you kidding?"

"When did you get so childish, Kenny?"

Father Matthew frowned and asked back: "Cultivating him for a few years will indeed be of great use, but how much will this help our goal?"

"If cultivating him for ten years, or even 20 years, can allow us to completely overthrow the rule of the York royal family, I have absolutely no other ideas."

"But is it possible?"

"For Andy," said the old black man immediately, "nothing is impossible."

Before today, he absolutely could not say this sentence.Even just now, he was still regretting that Andy's innovation prospects were bleak.

But now, this sentence is extremely natural, "He can always surprise people, can't he?"

"Talulah Mott." The priest didn't refute, but mentioned a name instead.

"A top genius 300 years ago, at the age of 17, as a semi-transcendent, overwhelmed all the transcendents of his generation in the country. He was very good at sculpture, philosophy, and classical literature. After changing his job as a doctor, he solved the great plague that had lasted for several years in his country."

"Do you remember what happened to him?"

"30 years old, died suddenly at home." The deputy mayor replied, "In fact, he was assassinated by the royal family because he rejected the marriage request of the York royal family."

"Leonid Werner." The priest said another name.

"100 years ago, the great pianist who was famous in Africa and the extraordinary sage, when he was touring in his country, he fell in love with the same girl as the Prince of York at that time. What happened to him?"

"Besieged by a large number of royal eagle guards, he and everyone in the orchestra he belonged to were slaughtered."

Having said that, the firm look on the deputy mayor's face gradually turned into hesitation.

In other words, after hearing the shameless plan of the priest in front of him, the resentment and rejection that arose in his heart finally cooled down in front of reason.

"The York royal family provoked public outrage, the then king himself stood up and apologized, and the prince was forced to give up his right of succession - but the rule of the royal family in this land remains stable."

The old black man took a deep breath of the pipe in his hand as he spoke, with a downcast expression on his face, "Similar crises, they have encountered many times in the past thousand years, but the foundation has never been shaken."

"So, you clearly know these things."

Father Matthew asked softly: "Why do you have the illusion that Andy can overthrow the royal family?"

The deputy mayor didn't say a word, he was just smoking, his expression became very gloomy.

The words of the middle-aged priest did not end there.

"Admit the reality, Kenny, this world is not full of potential, and you can get everything you want if you have the ability."

"Power is the foundation of the world."

"Similar examples, looking around the world, I can find hundreds or thousands, and I can even use myself as a metaphor."

When he said this, Father Matthew showed a self-mockery on his usually expressionless face.

"Chief exorcist, what a majestic title. I have made countless contributions and saved countless lives. Everyone regards me as a hero."

"As a result, I lost to that little-known Norman in the competition for bishops in a mere place?"

"Norman is a very mediocre person. His abilities, appearance, achievements, and even theological attainments are all so ordinary. He is a complete old trash!"

"The only thing that can be sold is his age and qualifications."

"Why can he be elected bishop and I can't?"

"Because he gave the housekeeper a gift." The deputy mayor replied, "but you didn't."

This is no secret among certain groups.

"So you see, these are the rules, the rules that keep the world going."

When the middle-aged priest said this, a sneer appeared on his face.

"You asked me why I traded Andy, and I can tell you straight now that he has great potential, but his potential can't really play a role in this world where power is paramount!"

"Can he overthrow the royal family? No! Neither can we! The royal family is not as simple as it seems on the surface. This has been verified countless times in the millennium!"

"The best result is that we can force the royal family to cede benefits, and even cut off some of the dependent countries and hand them over to us."

"But even if he grows up, he can beat the royal family into a panic, and even push him into a corner, how long will it take?"

"Five years? Ten years? Twenty years?"

"What can be done in two months, why should I wait so long?"

"As long as it's time for the crown prince to return home, the royal family of York must compromise with me!"

The gray-haired Father Matthew spoke with determination and confidence.

The black deputy mayor was silent.

The office also became silent.

The silence was not broken until the deputy mayor, who had been smoking a pipe for a long time, spoke dryly.

"I was still wondering why you didn't allow our people to contact him during this time, and you never went to see the child yourself. It turns out that you don't care about him at all."

"not give a damn about?"

The priest was startled when he heard this.

Then, paradoxically, the confidence and determination on his face that controlled the overall situation gradually turned into bitterness.

It seems that certain aspects of the matter have completely deviated from expectations!
"There's nothing I don't care about. I'm just afraid that he will kill me."

"Kill you?"

Hearing this, the deputy mayor who was smoking a cigarette was taken aback, "I heard you right, what you said just now was...killing you?"

"Of course you heard right."

Father Matthew smiled wryly: "During this time, whenever I have free time, I've been thinking about him, trying to make the plan not have any surprises. It turned out that since we first met in the hotel, he has been testing me and has been testing me."

"Do you think he hasn't seen my real purpose until now?"

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