Chapter 5 Who is the big shot?

The conversation in the room continued.

The corridor on the second floor outside the door was quiet.

A large number of soldiers armed with live ammunition have driven out all the guests in the building to avoid accidentally disturbing the conversation between the big shot inside and the two people who are about to become big shots.

Not only that, the cross streets outside the hotel were also blocked by cordons.

Pedestrians are prohibited and vehicles are required to detour to prevent any noise from entering.

"We couldn't hear any talking at the door. Do you think the people inside could be disturbed by the noise outside?"

The city's biggest gang leader and police chief is a fierce-looking bald man with a hooked nose.

At this time, he was leaning against the wall outside room 209, smoking, and looking at the opposite side with a mocking look.

There, the middle-aged mayor, who was wearing gold-rimmed glasses and had a gentle appearance, was constantly giving various warning orders over the walkie-talkie.

"What do you know?"

After saying the last sentence, the mayor snorted, put away the walkie-talkie in his hand, and said, "We don't need a priest, but we must have an attitude."

"What a respectable pug."

The police chief sneered, "What a pity! You tried to curry favor with the priest, but you were still kicked out just now, didn't you?"

The mayor was not angry when he heard this, but smiled slightly.

"I'm used to asking unimportant subordinates to stand outside the door during meetings. Now it's my turn. What's so unbearable about it?"

"But you, who do the same thing as me, think you are not a dog - is there something wrong with your thinking?"

The director's expression froze. He obviously didn't expect that the man in front of him would be so shameless.

However, the other party did not press on the opportunity to attack, but changed the subject.

"Those potions are precious, but they probably can't cure the boy's illness. What do you think will happen next?"

The two of them are political enemies, but because of that, there is no need for them to be secretive or cover up what they say.

"What?" The bald director raised his eyebrows when he heard that.

"For example, will the priest introduce this child to the old gentleman?"

"Well...it seems to depend on what value the boy has."

"It must be a value that big people like them care about very much."

The mayor said confidently, "If it is valuable to the priest, it must be valuable to the old gentleman. Everyone knows that they are the same kind of people."

“It’s a type of person, but it doesn’t mean that they have a stance.”

The director said disapprovingly: "Sometimes, different standpoints may lead to completely opposite standards for viewing external things."

"But anyway, here, if we talk about who can cure cancer, it seems that there is no one else except that old man."

…

Neither of them is extraordinary.

But because of my position, I have heard a little about some things.

At the very least, they knew that Father Matthew held a high status in the country's extraordinary class.

But it seems that because of his personality, he is very noble.

He never formed cliques and had no friends or backers.

So he worked as the chief exorcist for more than ten years and made countless contributions, but failed in the competition for the bishop.

The new bishop who defeated him was obviously more powerful than Father Matthew.

However, when facing the old gentleman, the bishop still showed great respect and a humble look, as if he wanted to serve him at his beck and call.

So, even though I knew nothing about the old man's abilities and didn't even know his name.

However, the mayor and his partner had a mysterious faith in that master-like existence...

However, this conversation, which was like a loser's keyboard politics, did not last long and ended when the door of Room 209 was pushed open.

The first one to come out was the priest with a happy look on his face.

Andy followed behind, carrying a travel backpack and a suitcase.

Obviously, they had already reached an agreement on some things.

At this moment, the black-haired boy, with the priest as his backer, can already be considered a big shot.

So, the bald director, who had previously disdained to be a dog, hurried over and claimed that he could help the boy carry his luggage.

The mayor was a little depressed that he failed to seize this opportunity to show off.

What made him even more annoyed was that his efforts to clear the area were ignored by the priest.

"Even if you don't give me dog food, you should still say a few words."

"You really don't know how to behave..."

He was speechless about this, but he kept smiling on the surface.

When he reached the first floor of the hotel, he looked around and suddenly saw an opportunity.

It was the fat owner of the hotel who was standing in the corner on the first floor, holding a watch, and trying to move forward timidly, but seemed a little afraid.

The fat boss obviously wanted to return the watch to Andy.

It’s just that the mayor doesn’t think that this kind of opportunity to show off should be left to useless trash like the fat man.

He stepped forward and snatched the watch. Without further explanation, this well-mannered middle-aged man hurriedly chased in the direction the group left.

The fat boss with only brown hair looked confused.

But after a while, he came to his senses and his face suddenly turned pale.

Although he had realized something before, the mayor's action of grabbing the watch still shocked him greatly at this moment.

And awe.

Andy stayed with him for three days.

The first two days were fine.

On the third day, his service attitude was not very good.

Seeing Andy so weak and unable to even eat, the fat boss felt that he could control his fate.

It even led to murderous intent.

So now, this black-hearted businessman is scared.

"God bless you, please, please don't let him come back and take revenge on me..."

He was panicking.

As more and more people came into the hotel, they tried various ways to find out what had just happened and about Andy.

The fat boss's mood turned into one of confusion and helplessness.

It felt like the sky was falling and I didn’t know what to do.

…

Andy obviously didn't want to pay any attention to the hotel owner.

Although he felt that everyone around him was very kind to him, he didn't think it had anything to do with him.

After following the priest out of the hotel, they took a car and, after many twists and turns, arrived at the city center, in front of a magnificent and elegant cathedral.

Then the priest sent him an assistant and arranged for him to live temporarily in an apartment near the church.

My mind was thinking about the last conversation with the priest in the hotel room.

"Normal people who join the church and become extraordinary people need to go through a ten-year training period and a three-year assessment period. You don't need that. But you must take part in the last assessment."

"What is that?"

"Think of it as a competition. It shouldn't be difficult for you on a special occasion. Try your best to perform. If you do well enough, you might even get some unexpected surprises."

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

"Is it related to curing illness?"

"That's not the case. It's related to the extraordinary."

"All right."

"The church in this city basically has an assessment every month, and the latest assessment is five days away. During these five days, I will leave you some books, so you can read more."

"Thank you, I'll go check it out."

"If you encounter any problems, you can always call my assistant - by the way, among the books I prepared for you, there is one called "Josiah York". I suggest you focus on reading that book."

"Josiah York? This name sounds familiar..."

"Of course it sounds familiar. That was the name of the last king before the country's reform."

"The King? Is he still alive?"

"Dead."

"But his descendants are still here."

…

"Future generations..."

While Andy was thinking about these words thoughtfully, he was already in a white, finely decorated apartment in a Greek style.

Carrying a suitcase, carrying a shoulder bag, and facing some books.

There is plenty of light here.

Sitting on the sofa in the living room and placing the suitcase at his feet, Andy was not in a hurry to open the books.

Instead, he turned his head to look out the floor-to-ceiling window not far away.

The apartment is on the tenth floor and there are no buildings blocking the view, so the view is wide.

It can be clearly seen that at the end of the clear sky, dark clouds are gathering over the ocean outside the port and slowly spreading towards this side.

"That's going well." Andy thought.

The extraordinary power of this era is controlled in areas that are difficult for ordinary people to reach.

If you don't get lucky, you will never encounter it in your lifetime.

It can be said that it is not some knowledge, but a kind of material.

Materials that can be monopolized.

Whoever controls these materials also controls the world.

The Gospel Church, the royal families of various countries, the aristocracy with a long history, sects, secret societies, giant companies and chaebols...

In the face of these deeply hidden behemoths, the government and bureaucracy in the open are nothing more than a group of puppets.

The common people are looked down upon and fooled by the puppets...

Thinking of this, Andy suddenly started coughing violently and quickly raised his hand to cover his mouth.

The blood slowly seeped into the white silk handkerchief in his hand, making it sticky and making him a little annoyed.

So Andy kicked the suitcase next to him in annoyance.

"Hurry, get back!"

"Your smell is so pungent!"

At this moment, from the cracks on the surface of the metal suitcase, a wisp of black mist was slowly wriggling out like a liquid tentacle.

After being kicked, the black tentacle not only did not retract, but instead "raised its hand" and waved towards Andy as if to say hello.

"Okay, okay, I know you're awesome. No one can see you."

"It's a pity that he's still an idiot without a brain."

"Fuck you, I'm almost choking to death!"

His voice was irritated.

The black mist tentacles, which had been trapped in the box for a long time and were finally praised, shrank back contentedly after hearing the sound.

Only the boy's cough continued.

It's just not as intense.

Andy was very depressed about this.

Otherwise why would you be called a burden?

Although this thing is obedient, it won't understand specific words unless you remind it many times.

And I can't let go and move too far away from him, otherwise the little brain I have left will disappear and I will go berserk.

In other words, this is a nuclear bomb, and if you are not careful, it will kill a large number of innocent people.

Then his master became a wanted criminal.

A wanted criminal.

It would be better to die than to live such a miserable life of fleeing all over the world...

After mumbling for a while, Andy finally looked at the piles of books not far away.

After thinking for a moment, he picked up the book called "Josiah York" and read it carefully.

…

Five days passed quickly.

(End of this chapter)