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

"trade?"

When the deputy mayor heard this word, his smile froze.

Looking at the middle-aged priest across the desk hesitantly, he asked with some uncertainty: "Are you talking about... a transaction?"

"The teacher who is the only heir to the empire is about to return home and plans to accept a local as his direct disciple."

The priest turned to talk about something that was happening right now.

"In order to compete for the identity of this direct disciple, the various bloodlines of the York royal family are trying their best to please the teacher, while at the same time fighting among themselves."

"It can be said that this status as a direct disciple is very important to them."

"There are a lot of young dandies in the royal family, a lot of waste, and a lot of geniuses."

"But among those geniuses, no one is more qualified than Andy to obtain the status of disciple!"

"so……"

The black deputy mayor finally understood.

"Are you going to use Andy as a threat to force the royal family to give up its benefits? If you don't give up, will you ask Andy to steal the disciple's place?"

"It can't be said to be a threat."

Father Matthew said calmly: "To be precise, it's a transaction."

"How is this possible?"

The deputy mayor frowned and said, "Everyone knows that the teacher is a racist and there is no way he can like Andy!"

"He is indeed a racist, or in other words, he is a pure-blood who treats ordinary people as lowly animals."

Matthew said: "But why do you think Andy is from an ordinary person?"

"Is not it?"

The old black man was surprised when he heard this, "Didn't you investigate his life experience clearly——"

His words stopped abruptly, and he looked at the middle-aged priest, then his expression became astonished.

"Did you forge that investigation report?!"

"It took me three days to find Andy after leaving the crash site."

Matthew smiled slightly and said: "Three days, haven't you ever thought that this is too long for me?"

"so you……"

"Andy's mother is nothing special, but his father is an extraordinary person. Otherwise, knowing that Andy is seriously ill and dying, he would not have chosen to send someone to pick him up."

The priest said softly: "In three days, I spent two days and two nights to completely cover up this line. Then everyone felt that Andy's background was very ordinary, and the old butler didn't care too much. He took it seriously."

"But actually, I have enough evidence to prove that he was born into an extraordinary class."

When he said this, a smile appeared on the priest's face again, "Coupled with his extreme talent and potential, who do you think among the young people in the royal family can compete with him?"

"But he's not from here?"

"Does it matter whether a genius of that level is local?"

The black deputy mayor heard this and said nothing.

After a moment of uncertainty on his expression, he frowned and said, "I don't agree with your plan."

"With Andy's potential, if we train him with all our strength for a few years, he will definitely become the backbone of our organization. But you want to trade him?"

"Are you kidding me?"

"When did you become so childish, Kenny?"

Father Matthew frowned and asked: "Training him with all your strength for a few years will indeed be of great use, but how much help will this bring to our goals?"

"If we train him for ten or even twenty years, we can completely overthrow the rule of the York royal family. I have absolutely no other ideas."

"But is it possible?"

"With Andy," the old black man said immediately, "nothing is impossible."

Before today, he would never have been able to say this. Even just now, he was feeling pity for Andy's dim prospects for innovation.

But now, this sentence is very natural, "He can always bring surprises, can't he?"

"Talulach Mott." The priest did not refute, but mentioned a name.

"A top genius three hundred years ago. At the age of 17, he became a semi-supernatural person and surpassed all the supernormal people of his generation in his country. He was extremely good at sculpture, philosophy, and classical literature. After switching to a doctor, he even solved the problems in his country. A great plague that lasted for several years.”

"Do you still remember how he ended up?"

"He died suddenly at home at the age of thirty." The deputy mayor replied. "Actually, he was assassinated by the York royal family because he refused the marriage request of the York royal family."

"Leonid Werner." The priest said another name.

"A hundred years ago, the famous great pianist and extraordinary sage in Africa fell in love with the same girl as the then Prince of York when he was touring his country. What happened to him?"

"He was surrounded and suppressed by a large number of royal eagle guards, and he and everyone in his band were slaughtered."

Having said this, the firm look on the deputy mayor's face gradually turned into hesitation.

In other words, after hearing the shameless plan of the priest in front of me, the disgust and rejection that arose in my heart finally cooled down in front of reason.

"The royal family of York caused outrage, the king personally apologized, and the prince was forced to give up his inheritance - but the royal family's rule over the land remains secure."

The old black man took a deep breath from the pipe in his hand as he spoke, with a depressed look on his face. "They have encountered similar crises in the past thousand years, but their foundation has never been shaken."

"So, you obviously know these things."

Father Matthew asked softly: "Why do you have the illusion that Andy can overthrow the royal family?"

The deputy mayor didn't say anything after hearing this. He was just smoking and his expression became very gloomy.

The middle-aged priest's words did not end.

"Admit it, Kenny, this world is not about potential and ability to get everything you want."

"Power is the foundation of the world."

"Looking around the world, I can find hundreds of similar examples, and I can even use myself as a metaphor."

When he said this, Father Matthew's usually expressionless face showed a hint of self-mockery.

"Chief Exorcist, what a majestic title. I have made countless meritorious deeds and saved countless lives. Everyone regards me as a hero."

"The result is that in a mere competition for a bishop, I lost to the little-known Norman?"

"Norman is a very mediocre person. His abilities, appearance, achievements, and even theological attainments are all so ordinary. He is a complete old waste!"

"The only thing that can be used is his age and qualifications."

"Why did he succeed in being elected bishop and I couldn't?"

"Because he gave the housekeeper a gift," the deputy mayor replied, "and you didn't."

This is no longer a secret among certain groups.

"So you see, these are the rules, the rules that keep the world going."

When the middle-aged priest said this, a sneer appeared on his face.

"You asked me why I wanted to trade Andy. I can tell you very straightforwardly now that he has great potential, but his potential has no real effect at all in this world where power is paramount!"

"Can he overthrow the royal family? No! Neither can we! The royal family is not as simple as it seems. This has been verified countless times in thousands of years!"

"The best result is that we can force the royal family to transfer its interests, or even cut off some vassal countries and hand them over to us."

"But even if he grows up and can defeat the royal family, and even force him into a corner, how long will it take?"

"Five years? Ten years? Twenty years?"

“Why should I wait so long for something that can be done in two months?”

"As soon as the time comes for the crown prince teacher to return home, the York royal family must compromise with me!"

The gray-haired Father Matthew's tone was full of determination and confidence.

The black deputy mayor was silent.

The office also became silent.

It wasn't until the deputy mayor, who had been smoking a pipe for a long time, spoke with a dry voice that the silence was broken.

"I was still wondering why you didn't allow our people to contact him during this period, and you never even took a look at the child. It turns out that you don't care about him at all."

"not give a damn about?"

The priest was startled when he heard this.

Then, paradoxically, the confidence and determination on his face that he was in control of the overall situation gradually turned into bitterness.

It seems that some aspects of the matter have completely gone beyond expectations!

"There's nothing I don't care about. I'm just afraid that he will kill me."

"Kill you?"

Hearing this, the deputy mayor who was smoking was stunned. "I heard you right. What you just said was... kill you?"

"Of course you heard that right."

Father Matthew smiled bitterly and said: "During this period, I have been thinking about him whenever I have free time, trying to make sure there are no surprises in the plan. It turns out that he has been testing me since we first met in the hotel. He has been testing me."

"Do you think that by now, he hasn't seen my true purpose?"

Thank you everyone for your votes and reading~~

Then the daily update time is basically a little after twelve o'clock in the evening, and the two chapters are released together, which is very regular~