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

Seagull Town is located more than a hundred nautical miles away from York Harbor. It is a remote town standing on an island.

The transportation here is not developed and few people come here.

Most of the townspeople living here make a living by fishing, and some raise camels.

"You can't even find a light here."

There was a wooden house facing the sea on the edge of the beach outside the town. After the ugly man got off the speedboat, he turned to Andy who was following behind him and said:

"But for extraordinary people, electricity is a medium that can be used to search for clues, so this is actually an advantage for you."

"This room seems a bit conspicuous?"

Andy pointed at the wooden house and said, "If I live here, won't the people in the town notice anything unusual?"

"of course not."

The ugly man smiled when he heard this, "Not just you, many people who have offended the royal family will choose to live on this island, including some extraordinary people."

"A lot? Wouldn't it be more likely to be found this way?"

"Normally, this is the case, but this place is a little special..."

He seemed to want to explain, but when he opened his mouth, he seemed to be at a loss for words.

So the ugly man said simply: "All in all, it's absolutely safe here, so don't worry."

"All right."

Andy shrugged.

In fact, he had nothing to worry about, he was just a little curious.

Maybe this is one of the bases of the rebels?

"We have some manpower here. I will arrange for people to bring you food and water every day. There are some books prepared in the house. You can read them when you are bored."

"You don't have to worry about being discovered. As long as you don't leave the island, you can go out and wander around at will. It doesn't matter if you come into contact with others."

"Just study that scroll with peace of mind. We will be able to take you back in about a month. By then..."

The ugly man kept urging and nagging a lot, and finally patted Andy on the shoulder, "Come on!"

Then he got on the small speedboat and left, leaving Andy standing alone by the beach house.

To be honest, looking at the sea from this angle feels quite pleasant.

But it's afternoon now, and Andy has no intention of standing in a daze under the scorching sun.

After observing the surroundings for a few moments, he turned around and entered the wooden house.

The wooden house is brightly lit and the furnishings are simple. As soon as you enter the door, you are greeted by a hall with wooden tables, chairs and lockers.

Separated by a curtain is a long bedroom.

The bedroom has a hard bed with a mattress and a brand new blue bedding. There is a narrow glass window above the head of the bed, facing the sea.

It seems that if you just raise your head slightly while lying on the bed, you can see the view of the ocean.

"Too bad it rarely rains here."

Smelling the smell of wood in the house, Andy thought to himself, "Otherwise, it would feel really good to climb up the window and watch the rain."

Andy walked to the bed and sat down, opened the brown travel backpack, and took out the contents one by one.

When he arrived, the old warrior gave him a box of thirty potions to relieve his illness before he became a semi-supernatural person.

There are a few new sets of clothes and some trivial sundries.

These are daily necessities.

The only special things are the black suitcase containing the evil spirit, the extraordinary scroll recording the communication ability of spirits, and the "attribute card" that Father Matthew gave him.

If you include the cool clouds in your head, that's all Andy's current wealth.

After arranging them one by one, Andy picked up the Extraordinary Scroll, spread it out without hesitation and chose to watch it.

"Generally speaking, the soul of a physical being cannot be erased. It can only be disturbed, polluted, suppressed, and..."

The tadpole-like words on the yellowed scroll do not belong to any language known to the world.

Normal extraordinary people can't actually identify this kind of writing - but this doesn't affect their ability to learn it.

Andy can see it all.

This is also the main reason why he can activate the special energy in the scroll with just one glance.

But now, as he continued to look down, the rows of fine characters strangely and slowly separated from the surface of the parchment scroll. Like snowflakes, they floated up and fell on Andy one after another, and finally "melted" away.

The sunshine outside the bedroom window is bright and colorful, making this scene very beautiful.

Unfortunately, there are no other spectators here except for an evil spirit peering out from inside a suitcase.

After a while, all the words were separated from the scroll, and the scroll itself became dark and dry, giving off a faint smell of decay.

When Andy picked up the "attribute card", underneath the black card, information that was different from before appeared -

[Occupation: Psychic (incomplete, unable to be promoted)]

[Skill: Spiritual Body Communication]

…

This card is not very functional and has a lot of room for improvement.

After looking at it for a few times, Andy put it away.

He threw the smelly blank scroll into the trash can next to him. Sitting on the bed, he looked sideways at the suitcase beside him.

There, there are already several black "tentacles" coiled on the surface of the box like octopuses, bringing out bursts of frost.

Usually when this thing does this, Andy will feel annoyed, and then he will coax and scold him for a while before he can get him back.

But now, there is no need to be so troublesome.

Stretch out your index finger and touch the tip of one of the "tentacles".

A slight tingling sensation came immediately, along with some messy "messages".

"Ocean? Fish? Um, Mom?"

"Andy?"

"I'm afraid that there will be a lot of resentment among the people. Don't blame me... don't blame me... uh..."

"Eat them?"

"Andy?"

"?"

"Andy?"

The messy information is not sounds, but something like "thoughts".

In other words, the voice of the heart.

There was no voice to identify, but there was a unique spiritual aura that allowed Andy to identify who was "speaking".

"Go back first and I'll take you to eat fish later."

While thinking, Andy silently "sent" this information.

This is a kind of communication that has never happened before. If you are facing a normal person, you will be very surprised.

But this evil spirit had no brains. He said "Ah" after hearing this, and then couldn't wait to retract a few tentacles.

It didn't realize at all that Andy was completely different from before.

"What an idiot."

Andy sighed secretly, looked down at his fingers, and found that the skin on them had been eroded by the aura passively released by the evil spirits and turned slightly pale.

However, if you want to continue to communicate with the other party, this price is essential.

Because the ability to communicate with spirits is only the basic ability of a psychic, its effect is not very strong - it can only be activated during physical contact, and cannot be done through the air.

But even if it is basic, it is of great use to Andy at present.

Close your eyes again and carefully understand the state after initially possessing extraordinary power.

It can be clearly felt that his thoughts, or spirit, are completely different from before——

There is always a sense of transparency that quietly adheres to the movement of the mind.

When you focus on a certain cancer pain area on your body, the pain in that area will be instantly relieved.

After gathering for a few more seconds, they completely disappeared.

Of course, this does not mean that the disease has been cured, but that it has been temporarily suppressed.

Andy's thoughts continued to move to various parts of his body.

So within ten minutes, he could no longer feel the pain that made him so weak all over his body.

The diseased appearance and malaise that had existed on my face for many years were all wiped away!

The youthful vitality resurfaced in his body, making him clenched his fists stronger, as if he had become a normal person.

The price is that Andy looks very tired.

However, as he picked up a potion and injected it into his body, this feeling of fatigue quickly disappeared——

Of course, you can also use sleep to restore your energy, but now, it is not the time to sleep.

"I need a pen."

Thinking about this in his heart, Andy closed his eyes again and continued to work.