He is the Holy Son of the Holy See, but a master of black magic.

1994.

North Africa, Royal York Harbor.

The harsh sunshine in summer makes this modern port city extremely hot.

Being in it is like a pitiful roast chicken in the oven that keeps spitting out oil.

"Linside the sea, tropical desert climate..."

Looking vaguely at the baked and distorted air on the road ahead, the boy Andy couldn't help but murmured, "Mom, isn't this embarrassing for me, a Shandong native?"

He was standing next to a fire hydrant at an intersection, waiting for the traffic light to turn green. His left hand was holding the suit jacket he had taken off, and his right hand was carrying a tightly sealed black metal suitcase.

On the nearby sidewalk, many people couldn't help but glance sideways when they passed by, just because he looked so embarrassed now.

The carefully tailored white shirt and black trousers should have been neat and shiny, but at this moment, they seemed to have been soaked in water, and were wrinkled on the body.

Her thick black hair was also messy, with a few strands of dried seaweed leaves stuck to the back of her head.

Paired with his appearance, which looks about 12 or 13 years old, it's hard not to attract attention.

But Andy was thick-skinned and didn't care at all about other people's looks. Instead, a newspaper that was blown to his feet by the wind caught his attention.

[A passenger plane carrying 157 people crashed into the sea near this city last night, and search and rescue operations are under way. ]

This is the headline on the front page.

[It is reported that this B33 aircraft set sail from the Port of Francassee, suspected to be due to bad weather and...]

While he was looking down, the suitcase he was carrying in his right hand suddenly started to tremble!

Along with it, there were several wisps of thick black mist, squirming and overflowing from the gaps in the box like liquid tentacles!

This phenomenon is very strange.

Under the dazzling sunlight, cold frost spots appeared around the tentacles of the black mist, like thin ice, slowly spreading along the metal box!

"Okay, okay, don't be angry."

Andy hurriedly patted the suitcase and whispered comfortingly as if petting a pet, "I know it was you who did this. Just let that bullshit bad weather die."

"Although this is not something to be proud of, who calls you a brainless idiot? You can't tell the difference between good and bad."

His words of complaint are not correct. At least the things in the box can tell that the boy is "good" and is now "fighting against injustice" for himself.

So even though he was still dissatisfied with the newspaper, the few tentacles of black mist that overflowed from the box still squirmed back with satisfaction.

Andy sighed when he saw this.

It has been a long time since I came to this world that is like a twin to the earth.

As a time traveler, his golden finger can be reincarnated an unlimited number of times in this world.

Sounds great to never really die.

But his identity after reincarnation, and whether he can penetrate the mystery of the womb and awaken the memories of his past life, are beyond his control.

For example, he is very unlucky now, or rather in his life, to be reincarnated into a sickly man who is obviously fifteen years old but looks like a little kid. Not to mention, his life experience is still very bad.

An illegitimate son, his biological father is a scumbag, his mother is critically ill, and he only remembered that he had such a son half a month ago.

Then they sent someone to pick him up, but somehow, they sent a group of young men, intending to kill this poor little boy on the road.

If he hadn't been stimulated to awaken his past life memories at his mother's funeral and had some means to save himself, he would probably be cold by now.

But there was nothing to be thankful for, because he was seriously ill and had only a few days to live.

"So, why do those people go to such unnecessary lengths?"

"It made me unlucky to meet this tart."

While muttering secretly, Andy saw that the green light was on at the intersection ahead. Andy stopped staying and walked along the zebra crossing towards a hotel on the opposite side of the road.

Late-stage lung cancer is considered a terminal illness, but in his opinion it is not incurable.

The world after traveling is very similar to the earth in terms of geography and international situation, but similarity does not mean complete consistency.

Not to mention anything else, if his current illness had been in ancient times, he would have been able to cure it just by sitting cross-legged and meditating.

Unfortunately, times have changed. Nowadays, if you want to transcend the secular framework and cure terminal diseases, you have to rely on external forces.

Including but not limited to financial, human, material resources...

This is a bit more complicated.

In other words, if you want to cure this disease, you may not be successful.

Andy planned to let nature take its course, treat it if it went well, and lie down if it didn't go well, hoping to have a good pregnancy in the next life.

But before that, he didn't want to stand on the curb in a daze under the harsh sunshine that could blind his eyes. Finding a place to stay first was the most important thing.

So Andy selectively walked into a roadside hotel.

This store is small in scale, and the first floor is designed like a pub, with a retro British colonial feel.

In an environment that was much darker than outside, a fat middle-aged man with brown hair was leaning against the bar, wiping his wine glass.

After catching a glimpse of the boy walking in, he immediately waved away him with a look of disgust.

"Get out! Didn't you see what the sign said? Minors are not accepted here!"

The boss didn't speak Andy's native language in his life.

But this didn't stop him.

"A single room with air conditioning. It needs to be quiet. I'll stay here for half a month and prepare two sets of clothes for me, plus a travel backpack."

The boy with a foreign accent said as he took off the silver mechanical watch from his wrist and placed it on the wooden bar.

"The food is just as good as your employees' standards."

It was as if he didn't hear what the boss said.

But before Andy could finish his words, the fat boss, who had disliked him just now, quickly took the watch and walked out of the bar to receive him with a smile on his face, highlighting his hospitality.

After a lot of trouble, Andy finally settled here.

This stay lasts for three days.

Because the weather was too hot and he was in poor health, he ate, drank, and had sex in a guest room with air conditioning and a separate bathroom, and never came out.

…

“I can only say that God blessed us to meet this little fat sheep.” On the first day, the fat boss sighed to his wife.

"I guess he is from the Americas. The people there are all red-necked nouveau riche who love to spend money. They are rough and tumble. They probably don't understand. If you sell that watch, you can buy our store. ."

"Will it cause trouble?" After making a lot of money, my wife was a little worried about it.

"A reckless white-skinned fool who doesn't know anyone around him can cause any trouble."

The fat boss smiled and said pointedly: "There are too many idiots who came to our country from abroad to travel, and ended up being robbed or even killed. There are no embassies nearby."

"Robbery? Are you crazy to rob such a young child?"

"What are you thinking about?"

The fat boss waved his hand and denied, "The robbery was just an example. I am a law-abiding businessman, but I didn't really want to do this."

…

Say so.

As a result, on the second day after arriving, the fat boss cursed and complained to his wife.

"Damn it, I didn't expect that boy to be a tuberculosis man. He coughed and coughed so late at night that he wouldn't let anyone sleep!"

"I saw that the papers in his trash can were all stained with blood..."

The wife said in a worried tone, "Don't die here. It would be bad if it causes any international disputes."

"You look down on those gringos too much."

The fat boss sneered when he heard this, "An international dispute... You have watched too many Madonna programs on TV. What kind of cold jokes are you telling?"

"What is a cold joke? Haven't you heard -"

Before the wife could finish her angry words, she was interrupted by the fat boss, "Okay, okay, I've already thought about it. Let him stay for two more days and then we'll kick him out."

"...Isn't it half a month as promised?"

"He didn't say that he was a sick man and coughed all over the floor with toilet paper. How much bad luck must he have - shouldn't he compensate me for this loss?"

…

So, on the third day.

The weather was extremely hot and business was slow. He was hiding at the bar, wiping his watch like a baby, when the fat boss suddenly remembered something.

"If I remember correctly, that white-skinned kid seems to be carrying a suitcase?"

"Black, metal, it's common in movies, it should be very valuable..."

"What needs to be protected in such an expensive box?"

While I was thinking about it, a car horn suddenly sounded from outside the store.

The fat boss looked up and was stunned for a moment.

Just because he saw the city's largest gang leader and police chief's limousine parked in front of his hotel!

"I just missed half a month's protection fee."

The fat boss's heart skipped a beat, "You actually provoked such a big shot to come here to urge you?"

He was a little scared, but he didn't dare to hesitate for a moment. After hurriedly hiding his precious watch, he ran out of the bar and prepared to greet her.

After taking only a few steps, the fat brown-haired man suddenly stopped.

Because he discovered that the usually dignified police chief was actually serving as the driver himself.

After parking the car, just like him, he went to open the door for others!

"mayor?"

The figure getting out of the car surprised him.

"On the news, these two have been fighting all day long, why now-"

My thinking suddenly got stuck.

Just like a matryoshka doll, the middle-aged mayor who got out of the car actually reached out to block the door frame for others like a coward!

The smile on his face completely lost the majestic posture on TV!

The fat boss looked dumbfounded.

The last person to get off the bus was a middle-aged man with gray hair and mediocre appearance, wearing a black priest's uniform.

The fat boss doesn't know this person.

But seeing how powerful the priest was, he was already a little flustered, fearing that he would have anything to do with a big shot of this level.

It's a pity, what are you afraid of?

After the other party got out of the car and looked at the surroundings, he walked straight towards him!

"Sorry to bother you."

When he came to the front, the priest said with a kind expression: "I'm looking for a black-haired boy named Andy Hall."

He was polite, but that didn't make the fat boss relax at all.

Just because the mayor following the priest was glaring at him with a very stern look, as if he was warning him to be more careful with his words and not to lose his etiquette.

"Andy, Andy lives in the corner room by the window on the second floor."

The fat boss was frightened and stammered, "The room number is 2,209."

"2209?"

"No, no, it's 209!"

"alright, thank you very much."

Saying this, the priest hurriedly walked upstairs, seemingly in a hurry.

In other words, can't wait?

The fat boss didn't have time to think about it because the police chief didn't follow him upstairs.

Instead, after the priest left, he grabbed his arm and seriously interrogated him about everything related to the boy Andy.

The fat boss didn't dare to lie, so he could only tell the truth.

It is important to mention that he does not neglect foreign children in the slightest, nor does he spread any bad information. He is a good citizen who knows how to protect minors.

"very good."

The police chief was obviously very satisfied with this, so he patted him on the shoulder and said, "You are lucky. After this incident, I will waive the half-month protection fee you owe on credit."

You, you really fucking care about this little thing?

The fat boss cursed secretly in his heart, but on the outside he could only look grateful and surprised.

However, the other person's next words made his face freeze instantly.

"Oh, by the way, did the child pay for your room and board?"

"Huh? Uh... Of course, of course, it's just——"

"Give it back, tell me the number later, and I will replenish it for you."

With that said, he followed the stairs to the second floor without paying attention to whether the person wanted it or not.

The fat boss was left alone and felt very messy.

After being stunned for a while, he let out a sudden sigh, then slapped himself fiercely, his face flushed with anger, "You were careless!"

"damn it!"

"That white-skinned brat has been determined to eat and drink for free from the very beginning!"