Chapter 16: The old tree stands out in the forest

A young genius with great potential was born here.

Next, as long as he becomes a transcendent, he will surely rise quickly, astonish everyone, and become a hero in his own country.

In the Starry Cathedral, the audience who witnessed Andy crushing his peers all had smiles on their faces, and looked proud as they chatted with others.

But the constant applause and discussions were like pots of ice water poured into Bishop Norman's heart, making him feel cold all over.

Because he noticed it.

I noticed the coldness and hostility in the professor opposite me.

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

Just because he was always observing the other person, openly and secretly.

From the beginning, I was observing!

And now, finally...

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

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

"You mean ..."

Bishop Norman felt bitter in his heart, but on the surface he acted cautiously, "A beast in human form?"

"Oh, it's not that exaggerated."

The professor was amused. "It's just that he is not what he seems."

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

"Very good. Your reaction now reminds me of another adjective - playing dumb."

Bishop Norman's expression froze when he heard this, and he said nothing more.

The smiling expression on his face slowly faded.

Because he knew that there was no room for easing the situation today, 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 from the beginning, right?"

"Otherwise, Matthew wouldn't have suddenly received a notice that there was an urgent task for him to do."

"certainly."

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

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

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

The old bishop's words in an inexplicable tone were only greeted with a faint smile from the other party.

"So, you are really stupid. You know it's impossible, but you still pretend to be a villain."

"A local bishop pretends to be a simple person. Who can he hide this from?"

Bishop Norman remained silent upon hearing this.

Although he was scolded, he was not angry.

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

only……

Turning his head to look 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 you are very unhappy about Andy's appearance. You are afraid that he will catch the eye of that adult and compete with the young masters in your family for qualifications."

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

"Where will he go?"

The professor was surprised when he heard this: "Will he stop that adult halfway and then rely on his outstanding talent to give us a surprise?"

"He wouldn't do that at all."

Bishop Norman said humbly: "He doesn't even know the existence of that gentleman, and he has no idea how valuable that position is."

"Of course he doesn't know."

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

When he mentioned this name, a sneer appeared on the old man's face. "Matthew Munster is such a strange person. He just happened to meet a child with some potential, but he actually wanted to use him to compete with us for that spot."

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

"Maybe Matthew just wants to cure the child's illness..."

The old bishop defended his former rival, "I didn't want to win the admiration of that gentleman, and I didn't want to compete with your young masters."

"Perhaps so."

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

"but."

He changed the subject and said indifferently, "It doesn't matter what Matthew thinks, what matters is what I think."

"And now, I think Andy should not exist anymore. And it's time to teach that disobedient Matthew a lesson."

This actually sounds very exaggerated and childish.

But when the professor said it, it sounded so natural and without any surprise, as if it was the ultimate truth of the world.

After hearing this, the Norman Bishop, who had been speaking in a humble manner, froze on his face.

He stared at the other person intently, but he couldn't see any sign of mercy on his face.

So the bishop finally became a little annoyed.

In other words, the frustration and anger that had been pent up in his heart for a long time since the assessment began had become unbearable at this moment and finally exploded.

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

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

"While he was fighting bloody battles for the church, you were just sitting here drinking tea and watching the show! Relying on the power granted to you by the royal family, you made irresponsible remarks, wantonly insulted him, and treated other people's lives as a joke!"

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

These words are full of emotion. If they were said by a young person, they would be quite appropriate. But when they were said by the old bishop, they seemed out of place.

Abrupt, but piercing.

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

As he said this, he smiled slightly and leaned back in a high-back chair, looking relaxed and contented.

"So next, you are going to stand on the side of a humble old butler like me."

"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 statement can be said to be a forced abdication, leaving no room for tact.

Professor, no, after the butler said this, his eyes no longer looked at Bishop Norman.

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

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

The old bishop sitting opposite him was so angry that his face turned red and his whole body trembled.

He was obviously very angry, his fist under the table was clenched tightly, as if he wanted to swing it 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 down in his high-backed chair.

Bishop Norman's tone was bitter as he looked at the old butler opposite him who didn't even look at him, with a much darker and turbid look than before.

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

"very good."

The butler said without even turning his head: "So what should I do next? I don't need to teach you, right?"

"I see."

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

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

"That's right, it's better to stop giving him the medicine and let him die naturally."

The butler agreed and said, "Otherwise, if this gets to the ears of that gentleman, I'm afraid he will be unhappy. It will seem as if we are deliberately attacking our competitors."

Isn't it? Bishop Norman thought inwardly.

But then he fell silent.

Because he understood what the other person meant.

I finally figured out why the other party didn't attack immediately after they came, but chose to watch the show here for a long time.

The butler didn’t consider Andy as a competitor at all!

Because even if Andy was alive and well, he was not qualified to come to the stage and compete with those playboys of the royal family.

That was not something that he, at his level, should be involved in! As for why he was still being forced to die when he clearly had no right to do so...

Just a casual precaution, just in case!

(End of this chapter)