Chapter 14: Weird Conversation

The overall layout of the VIP area on the second floor is elegant, surrounded by rounded mahogany railings, and on the long table next to it, there are many exquisite and delicious foods.

While there was a lot of cheering below, it was quite dull here.

Bishop Norman, who had been finding fault with Andy intentionally or unintentionally, was now completely speechless.

He turned sideways and looked at the bustling scene below. His old face was expressionless, his eyelids drooped, and his attitude could not be seen.

However, the pair of hands placed on the knees under the table began to unconsciously turn the ruby ​​ring on the index finger.

This action was very covert, but it silently revealed that his heart was not as calm as he appeared to be on the surface.

The reason was simple: he didn't want Andy to be in the spotlight.

I was unwilling at the first level.

I am even more unwilling to go through the second stage.

But before that, he had actually prepared himself mentally - if Andy took first place in the second round, then no matter how unwilling he was, he would have no choice but to accept it.

But Bishop Norman obviously did not expect that Andy's willpower was not only strong, but also so strong that it could break the country's historical record.

You know, that record is not limited to the accumulation of young people, it is actually a record shared by all the extraordinary people in the country! This is very exaggerated, as exaggerated as Andy using graffiti to exorcise demons.

It is deeply shocking, yet incomprehensible.

It is impossible to understand, and one can only assume that he is gifted, or that his belief in God is so devout that even the devil cannot corrupt his mind.

In this case, there is naturally no way to find fault.

But instead of finding fault, can you praise him? At this moment, looking at the group of people below who were cheering loudly for Andy, Bishop Norman felt a little annoyed, not to mention that he also joined in.

So he had no other attitude except silence.

Interestingly, the “professor” who had previously expressed his appreciation for Andy’s performances was also silent at this moment.

When he looked at the black-haired boy in the crowd, his eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was examining something.

Or, is he thinking about something? What exactly is he thinking? Bishop Norman couldn't be sure.

The two of them were old acquaintances. He was able to win the competition with Father Matthew and become the bishop here thanks to the "professor" in front of him.

But the two parties cannot be called friends at all, and it would be a stretch to say that they are partners.

It's more like a superior-subordinate relationship.

In this situation, Bishop Norman didn't even understand this person. When he looked at him now, he even felt very unfamiliar.

It's like looking at a passerby you have never seen before.

What is he thinking?

The old bishop kept asking this question in his heart, but he still had no answer...

"If I remember correctly, you have a granddaughter who is about his age?"

At some point, the professor suddenly spoke up.

As if he had returned to normal, the old man clapped like everyone else while asking the question.

When looking at Andy below, he also smiled and admired him again.

"Yes."

Bishop Norman, who had come to his senses, said hurriedly, "But she is only twelve years old."

"Twelve years old... well, there's not much age difference between the two - will she like a heroic boy like Andy?"

"You are joking."

Upon hearing this, the old bishop waved his hands hurriedly.

"He's not a hero at all. He's just a rookie with some talent at best. And he looks sick and annoying. I don't want to have such a person as my grandson-in-law. He might die suddenly at any time."

"The disease can be cured."

The professor said disapprovingly, “Is cancer an unmanageable problem for people like us?”

"That's true for you, but not necessarily for me."

The bishop shook his head and said, "Besides, even if we don't consider the disease, Andy himself may not be a suitable marriage partner."

"Inappropriate?"

Upon hearing this, the professor turned his head and looked at him with a strange expression, as if to say, how can you look down on a genius of this level?

"I actually seriously doubt whether this child can have any fertility given his slow development."

Bishop Norman explained seriously.

The professor was stunned by the contemptuous words and then burst into laughter.

"You really are... There is an old saying in the Far East. What's it like?"

"I don't know much about Far Eastern culture, so, uh... I don't know what you mean."

Bishop Norman's embarrassing words made the professor silent for a while, and then he sighed helplessly.

"Forget it. I can't remember it either. Anyway, you should understand what I mean."

Of course I understand, the old bishop thought silently.

But I don’t want to understand…

While sighing secretly, he looked down at the black-haired boy who was shaking hands and greeting the "contestants" around him and was about to enter the third assessment, his eyes full of helplessness.

Some people can be suppressed with just a little pressure.

But for some people, no matter how much pressure you put on them, it's useless...

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

No, it cannot be said to be useless, it is very effective.

The old bishop was filled with regret at this moment.

I feel that I shouldn’t have changed the assessment items before.

Because, what the hell.

He pushed the kid back!

Not only did it not push him down, but it gave him the opportunity to jump several floors! What a stupid thing to do...

Without knowing the details of his background, it is natural to think that he is at most talented in painting.

So he tried to let other people shine to distract from Andy's aura of genius.

As a result, it has become the current situation...

What a pig brain!

The Norman bishop, who had not cursed anyone for many years, never thought that when he cursed again, the target would be himself.

However, although he was annoyed about his own wrong decision, he appeared calm on the surface.

"The third level is a duel. I don't believe he can create another miracle in this regard."

"indeed."

The professor agreed, "But considering his background and education, even if his performance is average, it is still surprising."

"so……"

The bishop looked hesitant, "You are not optimistic about the child's performance in this level?"

This should be nonsense.

Because any normal person would not think that the skinny and sickly Andy has any fighting ability.

But the bishop asked just that.

It didn't matter that he asked, and the professor even answered him patiently.

"Of course, even a genius has his limits. I can't say much about other aspects, but in the field of combat skills, he can't have much potential."

"After all, the physical condition is there."

"That's right."

Bishop Norman nodded in agreement and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The professor just doesn't expect much from it.

If you don’t have any expectations, it means you don’t take it that seriously.

If he really had high expectations, then he really... didn't know what to do.

The old bishop felt a little comforted at the thought, and then he looked down with the mentality of watching a child being beaten.

As a result, after a while, his face suddenly turned dark and he felt very crazy.

"What kind of monster is this!?"

(End of this chapter)