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

Chapter 5 Who is the big shot?
The conversation in the room continued.

In the corridor on the second floor outside the door, there was silence.

A large number of soldiers with live ammunition have already driven all the guests out of this building, so as not to accidentally disturb the communication between the big man inside and the two people who are about to become big men.

Not only that, the cross streets outside the hotel were also cordoned off.

Pedestrians are prohibited, and vehicles are detoured, trying not to let any noise float in.

"We can't hear the voice at the door. Do you think the people inside can be disturbed by the noise outside?"

The city's biggest gang leader and police chief is a fierce-looking bald man with a hooked nose.

At this time, he leaned against the wall outside Room 209 to smoke, while staring at the opposite side with mocking eyes.

There, the middle-aged mayor with gold-rimmed glasses and a gentle appearance was constantly explaining various warning orders through the walkie-talkie.

"What do you know."

After explaining the last sentence, the mayor snorted, put away the walkie-talkie in his hand, and said: "The priest may not need it, we must have an attitude."

"What a respectable pug."

The police chief sneered, "It's a pity that you were so flattering the priest, didn't you get kicked out just now?"

The mayor was not angry when he heard the words, but smiled slightly.

"I'm also used to letting insignificant subordinates stand outside the door during meetings. Now that it's my turn, why can't I stand it?"

"It's you, doing the same thing as me, but thinking that you're not a dog—is there something wrong with your thinking?"

The director's expression froze, obviously he didn't expect that the person in front of him was so thick-skinned.

However, seeing this, the opponent did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, but changed the subject.

"Although those medicines are precious, they probably won't cure the boy's illness. What do you think will happen next?"

The two of them are political enemies, but because of this, there is no need to hide their heads and show their tails when speaking.

"How about what?" The bald director raised his eyebrows.

"For example, will the priest introduce this child to that old gentleman?"

"Well... It seems to depend on the boy, what is his value?"

"It must be the value that big people like them care about very much."

The mayor said firmly, "What is valuable to the priest must be valuable to that old gentleman. Everyone knows that they are the same kind of people."

"It is a kind of person, but it does not mean that it is a person with a position."

The director said disapprovingly: "Sometimes, with different positions, the standards for treating foreign objects may be completely opposite."

"But anyway, it seems that there is no one here who can cure cancer except the old gentleman."

……

The two of them are not extraordinary people.

But because of his position, he had heard a little about some things.

At least, they knew that Father Matthew had a high status in the country's extraordinary class.

But it seems that because of his personality, he is aloof.

He never formed a clique, nor did he have many friends or backers.

So he worked in the position of chief exorcist for more than ten years and made countless achievements, but he failed in the bishop's competition.

The new bishop who defeated him was obviously stronger than Father Matthew.

However, when facing the old gentleman, the bishop still had a very respectful and humble look.

So, even though he didn't know anything about that old gentleman's ability, he didn't even know what the other party's name was.

But the two mayors have enigmatic confidence in that existence that can be called a master...

It's just that this conversation like a dick-like bond didn't last long, and it ended when the door of Room 209 was pushed open.

The first to come out was the priest with a happy face.

Andy followed, backpack and suitcase in hand.

Obviously, they have already negotiated some things in the same industry.

But at this moment, with the black-haired boy backed by the priest, he could already be called a big shot.

So, the bald bureau chief who didn't bother to be a dog before hurried over, claiming that he could help the boy with his luggage.

The mayor was a little bummed that he hadn't seized this opportunity to show off.

What annoyed him even more was that his effort to clear the venue was ignored by the priest.

"Even if you don't give dog food, you should tsk-tsk twice."

"I really don't know how to be a human..."

He was speechless, but kept smiling on the surface.

When he arrived at the first floor of the hotel, he took a look around and suddenly saw an opportunity.

It was the fat owner of the hotel in the corner of the first floor, pinching a watch, timidly wanting to go forward, but seemed a bit afraid.

The fat boss obviously wants to ask Andy to return the watch.

It's just that the mayor doesn't think that this kind of performance opportunity needs to be left to useless waste like Fatty.

Stepping forward, he snatched the watch. The gentle middle-aged man hurriedly chased the group of people in the direction they left without explaining much.

The fat boss with only brown hair looked bewildered.

But after a while, he had some aftertaste, and then his face suddenly turned pale.

Although he had already realized something before, but at this moment, the mayor's act of grabbing the watch still made him feel a great shock.

and awe.

Andy stayed with him for three days.

The first two days were fine.

On the third day, his service attitude was not so good.

Because seeing Andy's frail appearance, unable to eat, the fat boss already felt that he could control his destiny.

It even made him want to kill.

So now, this unscrupulous businessman is afraid.

"God bless, please, please don't let him turn around and take revenge on me..."

He is panicking.

And as people continued to step into the hotel, they inquired about everything just now, including Andy.

The mood of the fat boss turned into bewilderment.

It's like the sky is falling, I don't know what to do.

……

Andy obviously didn't care about the hotel owner.

Although he felt that everyone around him had a very good attitude towards him, he didn't think it had anything to do with him.

After following the priest out of the hotel, they took a car and arrived at the center of the city, in front of a magnificent and elegant cathedral.

Then he was sent an assistant by the priest and arranged to live temporarily in an apartment near the church.

In my mind, I was thinking about the last conversation with the priest in the hotel room.

"Normal people need a ten-year training period to join the church and become an extraordinary person, and a three-year assessment period. You don't need this. But you must participate in the last assessment."

"what is that?"

"It can be regarded as a game. On a special occasion, it should not be difficult for you. Try to perform as much as possible. If you are good enough, you may also get some unexpected surprises."

"Related to healing?"

"That's not true, it's related to Chaofan."

"Ok."

"The church in this city basically has an assessment every month, and the latest assessment time is five days away. During these five days, I will leave you some books, so you can read more."

"Thanks, I'll check it out."

"If you encounter problems, you can call my assistant at any time—by the way, among the books I prepared for you, there is a book called "Josiah York". I suggest you focus on reading that book."

"Josiah York? This name sounds familiar..."

"Of course it's familiar. That's the name of the last king before the country was restructured."

"King? Is he still alive?"

"already dead."

"But his descendants are still there."

……

"Future generations..."

While thinking about this passage thoughtfully, Andy was already in a white hardcover apartment with a similar Greek style.

Carrying a suitcase, carrying a shoulder bag, facing some books.

There is plenty of light here.

Sitting on the sofa in the living room and putting the suitcase at his feet, Andy was not in a hurry to open those books.

Instead, he turned his head and looked out of the French windows not far away.

The apartment is on the tenth floor, and there are no buildings around it, so the view is wide.

It can be clearly seen that at the end of a clear sky, there are dark clouds gathering over the ocean outside the port, and slowly spreading towards this side.

"It's going well." Andy thought to himself.

The extraordinary power of this era is controlled in areas that are difficult for ordinary people to reach.

If there is no luck, it is impossible to meet in a lifetime.

It can be said that it is not some knowledge, but a material.

Materials that can be monopolized.

Those who control these materials also control the world.

Evangelical churches, royal families of various countries, nobles with a long history, sects, secret associations, giant chaebols...

In front of these hidden behemoths, the government and bureaucrats on the surface are nothing more than a group of puppets.

And ordinary people are people who are overlooked and fooled by puppets...

Thinking of this, Andy suddenly coughed violently, and quickly raised his hand to cover his mouth.

Blood slowly seeped into the white silk handkerchief in his hand, and it was sticky, which annoyed him a little.

So Andy raised his foot angrily and kicked the suitcase next to him.

"Quick, go back!"

"Your smell is too choking!"

At this moment, a wisp of black mist was slowly wriggling out of the gap on the surface of the metal suitcase like a liquid tentacles.

After being kicked, not only did the black tentacles not retract, but they "raised their hands" to Andy as if to say hello.

"Okay, okay, I know you are amazing, no one can see you."

"It's a pity that he is still an idiot with no brains."

"My mother, I was almost choked to death by you!"

His voice was exasperated.

But after being held in the box for a long time, the black mist tentacles that were finally praised, retracted contentedly after hearing the sound.

Only the boy's cough continued.

Just not as intense.

Andy was very depressed about this.

How about calling it a drag oil bottle?

Although this thing is obedient, if you don't tell it many times, you won't understand the specific words.

And you can't let go of him too far away, or you will lose all your brains, and then fall into a state of rampage.

It is equivalent to saying that this is a nuclear bomb, and if one is not careful, it will kill a large number of innocent people.

Then he, the master, became a wanted criminal.

Wanted.

The miserable days of fleeing all over the world are better than dying...

After thinking about it for a while, Andy finally looked at the stacks of books not far away.

After thinking for a while, he picked up the book named "Josiah York" and read it carefully.

……

Five days passed in a hurry.

(End of this chapter)