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

The remote coast outside the port city was silent under the night.

The sea, which is constantly raising waves to hit the rocks, is like an endless abyss at the moment. It is obscure and dark. If you look closely, it is breathtaking and terrifying.

And at the edge of the abyss, there was a small speedboat parked hiddenly. It was brand new white with no marks on it, as if it was a new product in the factory.

Under the hazy moonlight, it looked like a pale ghost.

At a certain moment, the ghost's back was touched by human hands, and then it seemed to be defiled, and it no longer had the terrifying charm it had before.

Because two drowned rats had already jumped out of the sea one after another, and while gasping for air, they unceremoniously rode on it.

"Damn it, these damn hyenas didn't kill their whole family, so why are they watching so closely!"

The one who was cursing was a bald man. At this time, he was speaking and taking off the tight hood wrapped around his head.

When he looked at the black-haired boy behind him who was shivering from the cold due to soaking in the sea water, the big man was a little confused.

"But, why do you think you knew someone would come to save you and went all the way to sit under the bridge?"

To be honest, this move helped him a lot.

Otherwise, he wouldn't know where to start when faced with that tight giant network.

And even if there is a place to start, the probability of successfully rescuing people is still a question.

After all, the enemy force is too huge, and it makes me despair just thinking about it.

How could it be like now, so relaxed, with no twists and turns except for consuming a precious diving prop?

"Police in York Harbor, Chief Constable."

Andy, who was in the back seat, held his travel backpack tightly with both hands, his teeth chattering with the cold.

"When I first saw you, I knew you were not a simple person."

Under the dim moonlight, the appearance of the bald middle-aged man is not clear, but his aquiline nose is very obvious.

As Andy said, he was one of the first two people who ran to the hotel with Father Matthew!

And now, after his identity was revealed, the gang leader and police chief looked incredulous.

"So you guessed that someone would come to save you tonight?"

"I just, just think that that old guy can't have no enemies."

"So, you guessed it..."

The big man reiterated again, with still surprise on his face, "Will someone come to save you tonight?"

"I deserve to be saved."

After adapting to the cold rhythm, Andy's tone returned to smoothness, but he seemed extremely weak, "But this is a risky judgment."

"It's just, what else can I do but put my hope on this?"

Is it really?

Seeing the poor boy shivering and sitting there holding a withered backpack, the police chief felt suspicious.

I always feel like things are not that simple.

But now is not the time to ask more questions. If you delay for a long time, the hyenas will inevitably come to hunt you down.

So after taking a deep look at the boy, he turned back and started to light the fire.

"I think you must have a lot of questions to ask now, including who am I, who is that old guy, why does he want to suppress you, etc."

"Someone will explain the specific situation to you later. I am only responsible for sending you out. There is not much time, and I have to rush back to be a dog later."

"Now, sit tight!"

The engine roared, completely covering up his voice and the sound of the waves.

But it also indicates that the tight, breathless net can no longer hold the fish.

Andy pursed his lips and looked sideways towards the city at the end of the beach.

There are many high-rise buildings there, which are brightly lit at night, and the whole body is submerged in darkness, as if it is the only paradise.

"Josiah York..."

As he muttered the name silently, Andy's mind began to blur.

His health was too poor and he was barely holding on. After being soaked in the sea and being beaten by the sea breeze, he couldn't hold on anymore.

The cool cloud from the assessment allowed him to stay awake a little bit at the last moment, but not much.

Taking advantage of the last moment, Andy hugged the travel backpack tightly in his arms.

Then, he fell into the back seat of the speedboat and passed out completely.

…

Sister Lily is not in a good mood today.

Even though she got second place, she was about to become a transcendent and was being vigorously cultivated by the evangelical church.

But this did not reduce the haze in her heart by half.

This was not just because she had witnessed everything that was confusing right and wrong - in fact, she had never heard of similar things before.

Since the Reformation, the atmosphere within the evangelical church has become increasingly bad, with corruption and infighting occurring, and major factions fighting to the death.

There are more internal fights, and there are more power imbalances, and weird things have happened.

It's just that today's scene is the first she has seen, but it can't be considered as a shocking anecdote.

The main reason for her depression was actually the last few words she said to Andy.

"It's obviously not going to have any effect at all, why can't I help but say it?" The girl doubted herself.

"Obviously no one else said anything, why do I have to show off?"

"Lily, Lily, what's wrong with you?"

She kept asking herself.

Asking herself, she admired Andy very much, and even felt a sense of reverence, because his performance in the duel level was simply shocking.

Much more eye-catching than any star rookie.

Not to mention, Andy was still in her best field, defeating and even crushing her.

However, reverence is not worship. She is not a nymphomaniac and cannot be carried away by her emotions.

But she just did that kind of crazy behavior.

Not to mention that there are certain risks, but it will not bring any help to Andy at all...

So isn't this nonsense?

"Why can't you help talking nonsense?"

She was very confused about this.

Have a feeling of admiration?

Obviously impossible.

She is a normal person. Who in a normal person would have evil thoughts about a little boy?

Because of sympathy and pity?

Not even resentful of the injustice he suffered?

This possibility is quite high.

But why can others hold back and say nothing, but why can’t I hold back?

The same growth experience, the same educational environment, the same shaping of three views, when encountering problems, why do you have different reactions?

Nature?

But it was clear that when I was in the nunnery, I was the calmest and calmest one...

The question seemed a bit incomprehensible and her thoughts were random, but it made the girl unconsciously doubt her life.

"Miss, we're home."

A voice suddenly came from the front, interrupting her thoughts.

That was the driver who welcomed her home——

Although she grew up in a nunnery, Lily is not an orphan. Not only are her parents still alive at home, but her grandfather and grandmother are also in good health.

Normally, whenever she has free time, the girl will go home to visit relatives.

But at the moment, she can't take up the post of extraordinary immediately after passing the assessment.

The church needs a considerable amount of time to prepare.

During this period, it can also be regarded as a holiday.

Since it was a holiday, she would not choose to stay in a nunnery full of rules and mingle with those rigid and serious old women at such a young age.

So after leaving the church, Lily walked home without stopping.

And now, we have reached the place.

So she pushed open the black car door beside her and appeared in front of the gate of a manor.

At night, the manor should have been very quiet.

But at this moment, the lights were bright, the crowds were surging, a large number of maids and servants were frequently walking around inside and outside each building, and security personnel with dogs and guns were patrolling around.

Coupled with the huge manor environment, it looks like a wealthy family.

However, extraordinary people are generally rich, and Lily never felt that there was anything special about her family in the past.

Until she walked into it and after some pleasantries, she met her father and grandfather.

At the same time, she saw a familiar face that she had seen not long ago, a young face that made her doubt her life just now.

"He, he, how did he-"

In the Japanese-style room, the girl stared dumbly at the thin boy sleeping on the tatami, hugging his backpack tightly, and her mind went into a state of shut down.

"Why is he at my house?"

There was an ugly-looking middle-aged man who asked doubtfully in a girlish voice.

Immediately afterwards, the man lowered his eyelids and smiled, imitating the style of the characters in the island country's comics, and said: "Because we are rebels who are dissatisfied with the usual behavior of the York royal family, my dear daughter."

"I am, your grandfather is, and so is your mother."

Rebellious?

Lily was stunned when she heard this.

After being stunned for a while, she looked astonished.

I see.

No wonder they were from the same background, and while others could tolerate it, she always couldn't help it.

It turns out that I had a problem with my family education...