Chapter 41 The Priest's Plot

"trade?"

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

Looking hesitantly at the middle-aged priest across the desk, he asked uncertainly, "Are you talking about... a deal?"

"The teacher of the empire's only heir is about to return home and plans to accept a local as his personal disciple."

The priest then turned to talk about something that was happening at the moment.

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

"It can be said that this identity of a direct disciple is extremely important to them."

"There are many young playboys, many useless people, and many geniuses in the royal family."

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

"so……"

The black deputy mayor finally understood.

"Are you planning to use Andy as a threat to force the royal family to give up their interests? If they don't give up, are you going to ask Andy to snatch the disciple's quota?"

“It can’t be called 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 teacher is a racist person. There is no way he would 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 family?"

"Isn't it?"

When the old black man heard this, he was surprised and said, "Didn't you investigate his background thoroughly——"

His words stopped abruptly, and he looked at the middle-aged priest, his expression suddenly becoming enlightened.

"You forged that investigation report?!"

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

Matthew smiled slightly and said, "Three days, have you ever thought that this is too long for me?"

"So, you..."

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

The priest said softly, "I spent two days and two nights in three days to completely cover up this clue. Then everyone thought that Andy's background was very ordinary, and the old housekeeper didn't take him too seriously."

"But in fact, I have enough evidence to prove that he comes from an extraordinary class."

At this point, the priest smiled again, "Add to that his extraordinary talent and potential, do you think any of the young men in the royal family can compete with him?"

“But he’s not from here?”

“Does it matter whether a talent of that level is local or not?”

The black deputy mayor said nothing when he heard this.

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

"With Andy's potential, if we train him for a few years, he will definitely become a 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, "If we train him for a few years with all our strength, he can indeed be of great use, but how much help can this be for our goal?"

"If training him for ten or even twenty years can allow us to 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 said this. Even just now, he was still feeling sorry for Andy's dim prospects for innovation.

But now, this sentence is said very naturally, "He always brings surprises to people, doesn't he?"

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

"A top genius from three hundred years ago, at the age of 17, he surpassed all the extraordinary people of his generation in his country as a semi-transcendent. He was extremely good at sculpture, philosophy, and classical literature. After changing his job to a doctor, he even solved the great plague that had lasted for several years in his country."

"Do you remember how he ended up?"

"He died suddenly at home at the age of 30," the deputy mayor replied. "In fact, he was assassinated by the royal family because he refused the marriage proposal of the royal family of York."

"Leonid Werner." The priest said another name.

"A hundred years ago, a great pianist who was famous in Africa, an extraordinary sage, fell in love with the same girl as the Prince of York at the time while touring his country. What was his ending?"

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

At this point, the determined 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 him, the disgust and rejection that arose in his heart finally cooled down in the face of reason.

"The House of York aroused public outrage, the king of the time personally apologized, and the prince was forced to give up his inheritance rights - but the royal family's rule over this land remains solid."

The old black man took a deep puff of his pipe as he spoke, his face looking depressed. "They have encountered similar crises many times 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 when he heard this. He just smoked and his expression became very gloomy.

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

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

"Face the reality, Kenny. This world doesn't have potential and ability to get everything you want."

"Power is the foundation of the world."

"If I look around the world, I can find hundreds of similar examples. I can even use myself as an analogy."

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

"Chief Exorcist, what a prestigious title. I have performed countless meritorious services and saved countless lives. Everyone regards me as a hero."

"And what happened? In the competition for the position of bishop of a small place, I actually lost to that unknown Norman?"

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

"The only thing he has is his age and experience."

“Why was he able to be elected bishop, but I couldn’t?”

"Because he gave a gift to the butler," 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 straight away that he has great potential, but his potential can't really play a role in this power-oriented world!"

"Can he overthrow the royal family? No! Neither can we! The royal family is not as simple as it seems. This has been proven countless times over the past thousand years!"

"The best outcome would be to force the royal family to cede their interests, or even cede some of their dependent states to us."

"But even if he grows up and can defeat the royal family and even force them 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 Crown Prince's teacher returns home, the York Royal Family must compromise with me!"

Father Matthew, with gray hair, spoke with a firm and confident tone.

The black deputy mayor fell silent upon hearing this.

The office also became silent.

The silence was not broken until the deputy mayor, who had been smoking his pipe for a long time, spoke in a dry voice.

"I was wondering why you didn't allow our people to contact him during this period of time, and you yourself never went to see the child. It turns out that you don't care about him at all."

"not give a damn about?"

The priest was stunned when he heard this.

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

It was as if some aspects of the matter had completely deviated from expectations! "I don't care. I'm just afraid that he will kill me."

"Kill you?"

Hearing this, the deputy mayor who was smoking was stunned, "If I heard correctly, what you just said was... kill you?"

"Of course you heard me right."

Father Matthew smiled bitterly and said, "During this period, whenever I had free time, I thought about him and tried to make sure that there would be no accidents in the plan. It turned out that he had been testing me since we first met in the hotel. He had been testing me all the time."

"Do you think that he hasn't figured out my true purpose yet?"

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