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

The conversation in the room continued.

In the corridor on the second floor outside the door, it was quiet.

A large number of soldiers with live ammunition had already kicked out all the guests in the building, so as not to accidentally disturb the interaction between the big shot inside and the two people who were about to become big shots.

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

Pedestrians are prohibited and vehicles are detoured to prevent any noise from entering.

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

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

At this time, he was leaning against the wall outside room 209 and smoking while looking at the opposite side with mocking eyes.

There, the middle-aged mayor with gold-rimmed glasses and a gentle appearance was constantly giving various alert orders on the walkie-talkie.

"What do you know."

After saying the last sentence, the mayor snorted, put away the walkie-talkie in his hand, and said: "You don't need the priest, our attitude must be there."

"What a respectable pug."

The police chief sneered, "It's a pity that you were kicked out just now because you were so flattering to the priest?"

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

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

"You, on the other hand, are doing the same thing as me, but you think you are not a dog - is there something wrong with your thinking?"

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

However, when the other party saw this, he did not take advantage of the victory and pursue it, but changed the subject.

"Although those few potions are precious, they should not be able to cure the boy's disease. 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 words and be secretive.

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

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

"Well...it seems to depend on the value of that boy."

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

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

"It's a type of person, but it doesn't mean that they have the same position."

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

"But no matter what, in our place, if we want to talk about who can cure cancer, except for the old gentleman, it seems that there is no one else."

…

These two are not extraordinary people.

But because of my position, I have heard a little bit about some things.

At least, they knew that Father Matthew had a very high status within the extraordinary class of his country.

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

He never formed cliques and had few friends or supporters.

Therefore, after working as the chief exorcist for more than ten years and making countless achievements, he failed in the competition for bishop.

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

However, when facing the old gentleman, the bishop still showed great reverence and humility as if he could not wait to ride the horse.

Therefore, even though I knew nothing about the old gentleman's abilities, I didn't even know what his name was.

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

However, this conversation, which was like a conversation between diaosi and Qianzheng, did not last long and ended when the door of room 209 was pushed open.

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

Andy followed behind, carrying a travel backpack and suitcase.

Obviously, they have already reached an agreement on certain things.

But now, with the priest as his backer, the black-haired boy could already be called a big shot.

So, the bald director, who had previously disdained being a dog, hurriedly approached and claimed that he could help the boy carry his luggage.

The mayor was a little depressed about not taking advantage of this performance opportunity.

What made him even more annoyed was that his efforts to clear the place were ignored by the priest.

"Even if you don't give the dog food, you should still tut twice."

"I really don't know how to behave..."

He was speechless, but kept smiling on the surface.

When he arrived on the first floor of the hotel and looked around for a moment, he suddenly saw an opportunity.

It was the fat hotel owner in the corner of the first floor, holding a watch, timidly wanting to step forward, but seemed a little afraid.

The fat boss obviously wanted to repay Andy.

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

Stepping forward and grabbing the watch, the gentle middle-aged man hurriedly chased the group in the direction they left without explaining much.

The fat boss with brown hair looked confused.

But after a while, he came back to his senses, and then his face suddenly turned pale.

Although he had realized something before, at this moment, the mayor's action 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 very good.

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

He even became murderous because of it.

So now, this black-hearted businessman is afraid.

"God bless, never, never let him come back to retaliate against me..."

He was panicking.

As people continued to enter the hotel, they asked about everything just now and about Andy.

The fat boss's mood evolved into confusion.

It feels like the sky is falling and 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 toward him, he didn't feel that it had anything to do with him.

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

Then the priest sent an assistant and arranged for him to live temporarily in an apartment near the church.

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

"For normal people to join the church and become a transcendent, they need a ten-year training period and a three-year assessment period. You don't need to do this. But you must participate in the last assessment."

"what is that?"

"It can be regarded as a competition. It should not be difficult for you on a special occasion. Try your best to perform well. If you are good enough, you may get some unexpected surprises."

"Is it related to the treatment of diseases?"

"That's not the case. It's related to the extraordinary."

"All right."

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

"Thank you, I'll go check it out."

"If you encounter any problems, you can call my assistant at any time - by the way, one of the books I prepared for you is called "Josiah York". I recommend you focus on reading that book."

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

"Of course it will sound familiar. That was the name of the last king before the country was reorganized."

"King? Is he still alive?"

"already dead."

"But his descendants are still here."

…

"Future generations..."

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

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

There's a lot of light here.

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

Instead, he turned his head and looked out the floor-to-ceiling window not far away.

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

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

"It went well." Andy thought to himself.

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

If you don't have great luck, you will never encounter it in your life.

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

Materials that can be monopolized.

Those who control these materials also control the world.

Evangelical churches, royal families of various countries, aristocrats with a long history, sects, secret societies, giant corporations and plutocrats...

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

As for the ordinary people, they are the people who are looked down upon and fooled by the puppets...

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

The blood slowly seeped into the white silk handkerchief in his hand and became sticky, which made him a little annoyed.

So Andy kicked the suitcase next to him angrily.

"Quick, get back!"

"Your smell is so offensive!"

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

After being kicked, the black tentacle not only did not retract, but instead "raised its hand" and waved to Andy as if to say hello.

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

"It's a pity that he is still a brainless idiot."

"Damn it, I'm almost choking to death on you!"

His voice was exasperated.

The black mist tentacle, which had been holding it in the box for a long time and was finally praised, retracted contentedly after hearing the praise.

Only the boy's cough continued.

Just not as intense.

Andy was very depressed about this.

How else would it be called a drag oil bottle?

Although this thing is obedient, it cannot understand the specific words without repeated warnings.

And you can't let go too far away from him, otherwise your remaining brain will be gone and you will fall into a state of rage.

It is equivalent to saying that this is a nuclear bomb. If you are not careful, it will kill a large number of innocent people.

Then he, the master, became a wanted criminal.

Wanted criminal.

Those miserable days of running around the world, it would be better to just die...

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

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

…

Five days flew by.