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

Misunderstanding resolved.

The tense atmosphere relaxed.

At this time, the air in the single room of the hotel was still stuffy.

But the old air conditioner hanging on the wall is already working hard to blow cold air here.

"I actually don't know who the people who kidnapped me are. I guess I may have a vicious stepmother, or brothers who are fighting for the family property. It doesn't matter. I don't intend to recognize my relatives anyway."

The door is closed and outsiders have been cleared away.

The priest and Andy were sitting on either side of the coffee table on the balcony.

One question, one answer.

"I have been in poor health since I was a child, so my mother hired a master from the Far East for me to practice boxing and kicking when I had nothing to do. I also often go to the shooting gallery. I have a cousin who runs this at home."

…

"I'm not sure if you know that the Kung Fu skills there basically focus on hitting the vital points. I'm used to doing this, so I won't hit anywhere else when something happens."

…

"Flying a plane? Oh, I've never done this before, but I have read the pilot's manual. In that case, there is no other way but to do it by rote - so far, my luck is pretty good."

"..."

"..."

After injecting those three medicines, Andy obviously returned to normal. Although he still looked sick in appearance, it did not affect his living conditions.

His answers were therefore very smooth.

Before coming, Father Matthew had actually investigated the black-haired boy in front of him.

So he could tell that many of these answers were consistent with the boy's living environment.

But when he asked all this, he didn't really care about it, he just wanted to lighten the atmosphere and bring the two parties closer.

Seeing that the time was right, the priest said in a deep voice: "So, can you tell me how you survived that disaster?"

It was a disaster, not an air crash. What Matthew meant was self-evident.

Of course he knew what was going on.

But he didn't quite understand why the boy acted so calmly at that time.

"That evil spirit?"

Andy didn't shy away from this, and shrugged upon hearing this, "Actually, I've encountered this kind of thing a lot before, so I have a lot of experience in dealing with it."

"Ever encountered?"

Father Matthew was startled when he heard this and didn't believe it.

The reason is very simple. This world is generally very normal. Supernatural phenomena and extraordinary classes are not exposed to the public.

Evil spirits and even other dark monsters wreak havoc every year, and there are quite a few.

But the world is too big and the population is extremely large.

On average, except for some special places, anyone who encounters those monsters can basically be called unlucky.

An ordinary person can be said to be extremely unlucky if he encounters supernatural things twice in his life.

Not to mention, there are many things the boy said...

"My mother is half Far Eastern. She is obsessed with something called internal strength, and she yearns for those mysterious folklore."

Andy explained: "It can be said that she is often very interested in exploring those haunted places that others are afraid to approach."

"It's just that she is interested, but she always brings me with her. The reason is that education should start from childhood."

The priest was speechless.

He thought this answer was ridiculous, but he couldn't think of it as false.

Although there had been an investigation, it would not be possible unless he went there in person and used his channeling to walk through all the routes the boy's mother had lived.

Otherwise, there will always be a lot of blank life experiences that cannot be understood by outsiders.

However, it doesn't matter. Although Andy's past interests him very much, it is not the most important in comparison.

"Where are the graffiti?" Matthew asked again.

Using your own artistic talent to exorcise demons is not common knowledge. Normally, ordinary people have no way of knowing about it.

But the person in front of me did it very skillfully.

"It was my mother's idea."

Andy replied: "She once said that normal people cannot resist the mysterious power at all, so instead of confronting the enemy head-on, it is better to find ways to be soft."

"Soft?"

"Like, tell those monsters that I'm a good person."

The priest was shocked when he heard this, and then couldn't help but smile bitterly.

The graffiti in the cabin bathroom is dark, evil, and even crazy.

Normal people may be at risk of depression if they watch it for a long time.

As a result, the person in front of me actually said that what those graffiti meant was, am I a good person?

this……

I guess only monsters can understand.

Thinking about it this way, it seems quite reasonable?

After taking a deep look at Andy, Father Matthew did not intend to dwell on all this.

In fact, after realizing what Andy's method of expelling evil spirits was, he had given up on understanding why those graffiti were effective.

When he was young, his mentor once said something to him, which he thought made sense.

Ordinary people, you can communicate with him normally and understand everything he says and does.

You will be surprised by what an excellent person can do, but if you think about it carefully, it seems that you can do it too?

So I started to be envious, or jealous.

But in front of geniuses, you will be hit and feel that the gap between people is simply insurmountable.

But whether ordinary people or geniuses, most people will have a certain feeling when facing a certain type of people.

Very strong.

Why is it strong?

have no idea.

Incomprehensible.

There is no need to try to force yourself to understand, because this may not be successful.

On the contrary, you may lead yourself astray, even to the point of going crazy.

Thinking of this, Father Matthew couldn't help but feel silent.

Interesting.

The boy in front of him was obviously so weak that he could lose half of his life with just one punch, yet he could actually make him sigh like this...

"Now that you know this world has supernatural powers."

When he picked up a glass of boiled water on the coffee table, the priest changed the topic, "Have you never thought that you can control everything?"

This time he came not just to satisfy his curiosity.

Instead, he planned to introduce the boy in front of him to the gate of the extraordinary world.

Andy is a treasure.

Allowing treasures to gather dust in the turbid world, drift with the tide, or even be smashed to pieces is a waste of natural resources.

He should have done something bigger instead of dying quietly in a corner!

"Not an external object like a painting."

The priest said emphatically: "It is the power that you can truly control and possess."

"In your church," Andy raised an eyebrow and asked, "Is there a way to obtain this kind of power?"

"That's right."

"But, I heard that if you join the church, you can't have a girlfriend?"

"...That was the old rule, and since the Reformation it has been abolished."

"That's it."

Andy didn't say anything more after hearing this, but mentioned the key point, "Can you cure my disease?"

"cannot."

"cannot?"

"Cancer is different from ordinary diseases, especially late-stage cancer."

Matthew shook his head and said: "Under our current conditions, there is no cure, we can only delay and delay your death."

"but."

He then added, "If you have confidence in yourself, you can personally find a way to completely cure it after this."

"After all, as long as you have that otherworldly power, nothing is impossible."

This is not actually true.

Because for most extraordinary people, their extraordinary careers are just drifting with the crowd.

Even if they have powers that ordinary people cannot possess, they are just mediocre people. Their greatest advantage is that they were born into a good child.

Only an extremely talented person like the boy in front of him can claim that nothing is impossible.

Father Matthew seemed confident in him.

Andy was silent for a moment and then asked, "What are they specifically?"

The priest comes prepared.

After hearing this, he smiled slightly and took out a deck of cards.

"Priest, knight, scribe, judge, painter, exorcist..."

As he spoke, Matthew placed the playing cards with corresponding images neatly on the coffee table.

"Extraordinary, extraordinary profession, born from the world, yet transcending the world."

After saying this, he handed the last card in his hand to Andy.

"You haven't started yet, so you can only use this small object to feel its charm."

"This is?"

Andy was curious about this.

This card is completely black. When you hold it in your hand, it feels metallic, but it's light and weightless.

On the back is the golden symbol of the Evangelical Church to which Father Matthew belongs - an outer ring, an inner triangle, and a small cross in the middle.

"The latest tool developed by the Holy City Headquarters. Its specific use will be known as soon as you put a drop of blood on it." The priest replied.

Andy nodded upon hearing this, then bit his finger and smeared blood on it.

Then he saw a bust of him gradually appearing on the dark front of the card.

And, a little personal introduction——

[Occupation: None]

…

Gone.