41 The Priest's Counsel
"Deal?"
When the deputy mayor heard this, the smile on his face froze.
Looking hesitantly at the middle-aged priest across the desk, he asked with some uncertainty, "What are you talking about...... Trade? β
"The teacher of the only heir of the empire is about to return home, and intends to take a local as a personal disciple."
The priest turned to something that was happening right now.
"In order to compete for the identity of this personal disciple, the various bloodlines of the royal family of York are trying their best to please the teacher, and at the same time they are fighting among themselves."
"It can be said that this identity as a personal disciple is very important to them."
"There are a lot of young gentlemen in the royal family, a lot of waste, and a lot of geniuses."
"But count those geniuses, none of them can be more qualified than Andy to obtain the identity of that disciple!"
"So ......"
The black deputy mayor finally understood.
"Are you going to use Andy as a threat to force the royal family to cede benefits? If you don't give up, just ask Andy to grab that disciple's place? β
"It can't be said to be a threat."
Father Matthew said lightly: "To be precise, it's a transaction. β
"How is this possible?"
The deputy mayor frowned and said, "Everyone knows that the teacher is a person with a racist character, and it is impossible to look down on Andy!" β
"He's a racist, or rather, he's a pure-blood who treats ordinary people like lowly animals."
Matthew said: "But why do you think that Andy is from an ordinary background? β
"Isn't it?"
When the old black man heard this, his tone was surprised, "You didn't investigate his background-"
His words stopped abruptly, and he looked at the middle-aged priest before turning into a stupefied expression.
"You faked that investigation report?!"
"It took me three days to find Andy after I left the crash site."
Matthew smiled slightly and said, "Three days, you haven't thought about it, is this too long for me?" β
"So, you ......"
"Andy's mother is nothing special, but his father is an extraordinary being, otherwise he would not have chosen to send someone to pick him up if he knew that Andy was seriously ill and would die."
The priest said softly: "In three days, I spent two days and two nights completely covering up this line, so everyone felt that Andy's background was very ordinary, and the old thing of the housekeeper didn't take him too seriously." β
"But actually, I have enough evidence that he came from an extraordinary class."
When he said this, the priest smiled again, "Coupled with his supreme talent and potential, who do you think can compete with those young people in the royal family?" β
"But he's not a local?"
"Does it matter if a genius of that level is local or not?"
The black deputy mayor didn't say anything when he heard this.
After a moment of uncertainty on his expression, he frowned and said, "I don't agree with your plan. β
"With Andy's potential, we will train him for a few years, and we will definitely become the backbone of our organization. And you want to trade him? β
"What are you kidding?"
"When did you become so naΓ―ve, Kenny?"
Father Matthew frowned and asked, "Cultivating him for a few years can indeed be of great use, but how much can it help our goals?" β
"If cultivating him for ten years, or even twenty years, will allow us to completely overthrow the rule of the royal family of York, I have absolutely no other ideas."
"But is it possible?"
"For Andy," said the old black man at once, "nothing is impossible. β
Before today, he would never have been able to say that. Even a moment ago, he was still feeling sorry for Andy's dim future for innovation.
But now, the phrase is all too natural, "He always surprises people, doesn't he?" β
"Talullah Mott." The priest did not refute it, but instead mentioned a name.
"Three hundred years ago, a top genius, at the age of 17, as a semi-transcendent, surpassed all the transcendents of his own generation, and was extremely good at sculpture, philosophy, and classical literature. After becoming a doctor, he solved the great plague that had lasted for several years in his country. β
"Do you remember how he ended?"
"Thirty years old, suddenly died at home." The deputy mayor replied, "In fact, he was assassinated by the royal family because he refused the royal family's request for marriage." β
"Leonid Werner." The priest gave another name.
"A hundred years ago, the famous African pianist, the great sage, when he was touring his country, fell in love with the same girl as the then Prince of York, what happened to him?"
"He was surrounded and suppressed by a large number of royal eagle guards, and slaughtered him and everyone in the orchestra he belonged to."
Speaking of this, 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 rose in his heart finally cooled down in the face of reason.
"The royal family of York provoked public outrage, the king himself came forward to apologize, and the prince was forced to renounce the inheritance β but the royal family's rule in the land remained strong."
The old black man took a deep breath of his pipe as he spoke, and his face was depressed, "Similar crises, in the past thousand years, they have encountered many times, but they have never seen their foundation shaken. β
"So, you know these things."
Father Matthew asked softly, "Why do you have the illusion that Andy can overthrow the royal family?" β
The deputy mayor didn't say anything when he heard this, he was just smoking, and his expression became very gloomy.
The middle-aged priest's words did not end.
"Let's face it, Kenny, this world doesn't have potential, and you can get everything you want if you have the ability."
"Power is the foundation of the world."
"If you look at similar examples all over the world, I can find hundreds or thousands, and I can even use my own analogy."
When he said this, Father Matthew's usually expressionless face showed a hint of self-deprecation.
"The chief exorcist, a multi-dignified title, has made countless meritorious contributions, saved countless people, and everyone regards me as a hero."
"As a result, in the competition for bishops, I lost to the unknown Norman?"
"Norman is a very mediocre man, his abilities, appearances, merits, and even theological attainments are so ordinary, he is a complete old waste!"
"The only thing that can be done is his age and qualifications."
"Why was he elected bishop and I couldn't?"
"Because he gave the butler a gift." The deputy mayor replied, "And you didn't send it." β
This is no secret among some groups.
"So you see, these are the rules, the rules that keep the world going."
The middle-aged priest said this with a sneer on his face.
"You ask me why I want to trade Andy, I can tell you very bluntly now, he has a lot of potential, but his potential can't really play a role in this power-based 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 millennium! β
"The best outcome is to force the royal family to cede benefits, and even cut off some vassal countries to us."
"But even if he grows up and can embarrass the royal family, or even force him into a corner, how long will it take?"
"Five years? Decade? Twenty years? β
"Why should I wait so long when I can do it in two months?"
"As long as the time for the crown prince teacher to return home, the royal family of York must compromise with me!"
Father Matthew, with gray hair, spoke with determination and confidence.
The black deputy mayor was silent when he heard this.
The office was silent.
It wasn't until the deputy mayor, who had been smoking pipes for a long time, opened his mouth in a dry voice that the silence was broken.
"I was still wondering why you didn't allow our people to contact him during this time, and you never looked at the kid yourself, it turns out that you don't care about him at all."
"Don't care?"
The priest was stunned.
Subsequently, paradoxically, the confidence and certainty on his face to control the overall situation gradually turned into bitterness.
It's as if some aspect of things has completely gone out of the way!
"I don't care, I'm just afraid he'll kill me."
"Kill you?"
Hearing this, the deputy mayor who was smoking was stunned, "I heard it right, what you said just now ...... Kill you? β
"Of course you heard it right."
Father Matthew smiled bitterly: "During this time, whenever I have free time, I will ponder him and try to make the plan not have any surprises. It turned out that from the time we first met at the hotel, he had been testing me and had been testing me. β
"Do you think he hasn't seen my true purpose yet?"