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

Young geniuses with extremely high potential are born here.

Next, as long as he becomes a transcendent, he will surely rise quickly, amaze everyone, and become a heroic figure in his country.

In the Starry Cathedral, the audience witnessed Andy crushing his peers with their own eyes. Every one of them was smiling, talking and laughing with others, and they looked proud.

But the constant bursts of applause and discussion were like basins of ice water pouring into Bishop Norman's heart, making him shiver all over.

Because he noticed it.

He noticed the coldness and hostility in the expression of the professor opposite him.

Although it was only a flash, it did not escape the eyes of Bishop Norman.

Just because he was always observing the other party, covertly or covertly.

From the beginning, it was observation!

And now, finally...

"You know, I suddenly remembered how to say that Far Eastern dialect."

The well-dressed old professor suddenly withdrew his gaze and looked at Bishop Norman at the same table, "I mean, how should I describe your words?"

"You mean..."

Bishop Norman felt bitter in his heart, but on the outside he looked cautious, "With a human face and an animal heart?"

"Oh, it's not that exaggerated."

The professor was amused, "It's just a different thing."

"This...I don't understand what you mean."

"Very good. Your reaction now reminds me of another adjective - pretending to be stupid."

Bishop Norman's expression froze upon hearing this and he said no more.

The smiling expression on his face slowly faded away.

Because he knew that there was no room for slowdown in today's matter, and the big shot opposite him was not going to pretend anymore.

So after taking a deep breath, he said: "You didn't intend to let Andy go, right?"

"Otherwise, Matthew wouldn't have suddenly received a notification that there was an urgent task that he needed to do."

"certainly."

The professor nodded, "So I'm very surprised, why do you still pretend to be hostile to that child and look down on him to keep belittling him even though you know this?"

"Do you really think you can protect him by doing this in front of me?"

"I don't have the confidence, but if it's just the painting talent, I think you might not care about him so much..."

The old bishop's incomprehensible words were greeted with only a faint smile.

"So, you are really stupid. You know that something is impossible, but you still pretend to be a villain."

"The bishop of this place pretends to be so impotent. Who can he hide this from?"

Bishop Norman was silent upon hearing this.

Although he was scolded, he was not angry.

In other words, he has no right to be angry in front of the other party.

only……

He turned his head and looked down at the black-haired boy who was participating in the final duel. The round-faced, white-haired old man had no intention of giving up like this.

"I know that Andy's appearance makes you very unhappy. You are afraid that he will catch the eye of that adult and compete with several young masters in your family for qualifications."

After carefully organizing his words, Bishop Norman said: "But what if, tonight, Andy will leave here and leave our country?"

"Where will he go?"

The professor heard this and asked curiously: "Will you stop that gentleman halfway and rely on his outstanding talent to surprise us?"

"He wouldn't do that at all."

Bishop Norman said in a low voice: "He doesn't even know that Lord exists, and he doesn't understand at all how precious that quota is."

"Of course he doesn't know."

The professor nodded when he heard this, "But Matthew knows."

When he mentioned the name, a sneer appeared on the old man's face, "Matthew Munster is such a strange person, but by chance he met a kid with some potential, and he actually wanted to use it to compete with us for that spot."

"I don't understand, where does he get his confidence?"

"Matthew may just want to cure the child's illness..."

The old bishop defended his former rival, "I didn't want to seek the admiration of that gentleman, let alone argue with your young masters."

"Maybe so."

The professor nodded in agreement, "Logically speaking, it's unlikely that the gentleman would give the quota to a sick man."

"but."

He changed the topic and said in an indifferent tone, "What Matthew thinks is not important, what I think is important."

"And now, I feel that this child Andy should not exist. That disobedient Matthew should also be educated."

This actually sounds very exaggerated and half-hearted.

But when the professor said it, it was so natural and unobtrusive, as if this was the ultimate principle of heaven and earth.

After hearing this, Bishop Norman, who had been groveling all the time, had a stiff expression on his face.

He stared at the other person intently, but couldn't see the slightest hint of soft-heartedness on the other person's face.

Then the bishop finally got a little annoyed.

In other words, the grievance and anger that had been accumulated in my heart for a long time since the assessment had become unbearable at this moment, finally broke out.

"Although I don't want to say this, but - you are just a housekeeper! What qualifications do you have to belittle an exorcist like Matthew who has made countless achievements!?"

"While he is fighting bloody battles for the church, you are just here drinking tea and watching the show! Relying on the power given to you by the royal family, you make irresponsible remarks, wanton insults, and play with other people's lives!"

"I don't understand, what qualifications do you have to do this?!"

These words were full of emotion. For a young man, they were actually quite appropriate. But for the old bishop, they seemed out of place.

Abrupt, yet jarring.

However, the old man who looked like a professor was not angry after hearing this, "Butler. Well, thank you for reminding me of my identity."

As he said this, he smiled slightly and sat back on the high-backed chair, looking leisurely and contented.

"Then next, you are going to stand by my humble old butler."

"Or do you want to stand next to the boy who has unlimited potential and is destined to become a hero in the future?"

This can be said to be a forced uterus, and no longer leaves any room for tact.

Professor, no, after the steward finished saying this, his eyes no longer looked at Bishop Norman.

Instead, he turned his head and continued to enjoy the wonderful performance of the boy below, applauding and applauding from time to time.

Apparently, he didn't care what Bishop Norman's next reply was.

The old bishop sitting opposite him turned red with anger and trembled all over.

He was obviously very angry. The fists placed under the table were clenched tightly, as if he wanted to swing them up and hit the other person on the back of the head!

But in the end, after being angry for nearly ten minutes, the old man slumped back on the high-backed chair.

Bishop Norman's tone was bitter as he stared at the old butler who didn't even look at him with his turbid eyes, which were much darker than before.

"Of course, of course I'm on your side."

"very good."

The butler said without looking back: "Then what should you do next? You don't need me to teach you, right?"

"I see."

When he said this, Bishop Norman restrained all his emotions and said expressionlessly:

"But I think Andy's reputation has spread. If you die here, it won't look good on your face, right?"

"Yes, it's better to stop his medication and let him die naturally."

The steward agreed and said, "Otherwise, if this matter reaches the ears of that adult, I'm afraid he will be unhappy. It will make it seem as if we are deliberately attacking our competitors."

Is not it?

Bishop Norman thought depressedly.

But then, he fell silent.

Because he understood the meaning of the other party's words.

I finally figured out the reason why the other party didn’t attack immediately after he arrived, but chose to watch the show here for a long time——

Butler, you don’t regard Andy as a competitor at all!

Because even if Andy is alive and well, he is not qualified to step onto the stage and compete with the playboys of the royal family.

That's not something his class should be involved in!

As for why he was still allowed to die even though he was clearly not qualified...

Just handling it casually, just in case!