is the son of the Holy See, but the master of black magic

Chapter 2 The Art of Lodging

1994 years.

North Africa, Royal York Harbor.

The scorching sun in summer makes this modern port city extremely hot.

Being in it is like a poor roast chicken that is constantly emitting oil in the oven.

"Facing the sea, with a tropical desert climate..."

Staring dazedly at the baked and distorted air on the road ahead, the boy Andy couldn't help murmuring, "Mother, isn't this embarrassing me, a native of Shandong?"

He was standing by a fire hydrant at an intersection waiting for a traffic light, with his suit jacket hooked in his left hand and a tightly sealed black metal suitcase in his right hand.

On the nearby sidewalk, many people couldn't help but look sideways when they passed by, just because his current image was really embarrassing.

The well-tailored white shirt and black trousers should be clean and bright, but at this moment, it seems to be soaked in water, and it is wrinkled on the body.

The thick black hair is also messy, and there are still a few strands of dried seaweed leaves stuck to the back of the head.

Paired with his twelve or thirteen-year-old appearance, it's hard not to stand out.

But Andy has a thick skin and doesn't care about the eyes of others. Instead, a newspaper blown to his feet by the wind attracted his attention.

[A passenger plane carrying 157 people crashed into the waters near this city last night, and search and rescue efforts are underway. ]
This is the headline on the front page.

[It is reported that the B33 aircraft set sail from the port of Francase, suspected to be due to bad weather and...]
Just looking down, the suitcase in his right hand suddenly trembled!

Accompanied by wisps of thick black mist, wriggling and overflowing from the cracks of the box like liquid tentacles!
This phenomenon is very strange.

Under the glare of the sun, cold frost spots were born around the tentacles of the black mist, like thin ice, slowly spreading along the metal box!

"Okay, don't be angry."

Andy patted the suitcase busy, and comforted him in a low voice as if petting a pet, "I know you did this, let the shitty bad weather die."

"Although this is not something to be proud of, who told you that you are a brainless idiot, you can't tell the good from the bad."

His spit-like words are not correct, at least the things in the box can tell that the boy is "good", and now he is "fighting for injustice" for himself.

So even though he was still dissatisfied with the newspaper, the few wisps of black mist tentacles overflowing the box squirmed and shrank back contentedly.

Andy sighed at this.

It has been a long time since I came to this world that is like a twin with the earth.

As a time traveler, his golden finger can carry out an unlimited number of reincarnations in this world.

As good as it sounds, never really die.

But the identity after reincarnation, as well as whether to see the mystery of the broken womb and awaken the memory of the previous life, are out of control.

For example, he is very unlucky now, or in this life, reincarnated into a sick child who is obviously 15 years old but looks like a kid, not to mention his life experience is still very bad.

An illegitimate child whose father is a scumbag by blood, and whose mother is critically ill. She only remembered having such a son half a month ago.

Then they sent someone to pick him up, but they didn't know what to do, and they sent a group of [-] boys, planning to kill him, a poor little boy, on the way.

If he hadn't been stimulated at his mother's funeral to awaken his past life memories and had some self-help means, he would probably be cold by now.

But this is nothing to be thankful for, because he is seriously ill and has few days to live.

"So, why did those people make such a fuss?"

"It made me unlucky to meet this oil bottle."

While muttering to himself, seeing the green light at the intersection ahead, Andy stopped staying and walked along the zebra crossing towards a hotel across the road.

Lung cancer is at an advanced stage. Although the disease is terminally ill, it is not incurable in his opinion.

The world after crossing is very similar to the earth in terms of geography and international situation, but similarity does not mean that it is completely the same.

Not to mention anything else, if this disease were changed in ancient times, he could have healed by just sitting cross-legged.

It's a pity that times have changed. Now, if you want to transcend the secular framework and get rid of incurable diseases, you need to rely on external forces.

Including but not limited to financial resources, manpower, material resources...

This is a bit more complicated.

In other words, if you want to cure this disease, you may not be able to succeed.

Andy intends to let nature take its course, heal if it goes well, and lie down if it doesn't go well, hoping to have a good pregnancy in the next life.

But before that, he didn't want to stand on the curb in a daze under the venomous sunlight that was enough to blind his eyes, the key point was to find a place to stay.

So Andy walked into a roadside hotel selectively.

The store is small in scale, and the first floor is designed as a tavern, with a retro atmosphere of British colonial style.

In a much darker environment than the outside, a middle-aged fat man with brown hair was leaning against the bar counter to wipe his wine glass.

After catching a glimpse of the boy walking in, he immediately waved him away with a look of disgust.

"Get out! Didn't you see what was written on the sign? Minors are not accepted here!"

The boss doesn't speak Andy's native language in his life.

But it was still hard for him.

"Single room with air conditioning, please be quiet, stay for half a month, and prepare two sets of clothes for me, plus a travel backpack."

The boy with a foreign accent said while taking off the silver mechanical watch from his wrist and placing it on the wooden bar.

"Food is as good as your staff's standard."

He didn't seem to hear the boss's words.

But Andy's voice hadn't finished yet, and the fat boss who had disliked him just now quickly took the watch over, and then walked out of the bar to receive him with a big smile on his face, showing his hospitality.

After some tossing, Andy settled here.

This stay is three days.

Because of the hot weather and his poor health, he ate, drank and lazed in a room with air conditioning and a separate bathroom, and never came out.

……

"I can only say that God blesses us to meet this little fat sheep." On the first day, the fat boss lamented to his wife.

"I guess he came from the Americas. The people there are all red-necked upstarts who like to spend money. They are big and rough. They probably don't understand. If you sell that watch, you can buy our store."

"Will it cause trouble?" After making a lot of money, the wife was a little worried about it.

"A reckless white-skinned little fool who doesn't know anyone around him can cause any trouble."

The fat boss smiled, and said meaningfully: "There are too many idiots who came to our place from abroad to travel and were robbed or even killed. There are no embassies nearby."

"Robbery? Are you crazy to rob such a young child?"

"What do you think?"

The fat boss waved his hand in denial, "The robbery is just an example. I am a law-abiding businessman, but I didn't think I would do it."

……

Say so.

As a result, on the second day, the fat boss complained to his wife cursing.

"Damn it, I didn't expect that kid to be a tuberculosis ghost, coughing and coughing at night, and making no one sleep!"

"I see that the paper in his trash can is covered with blood..."

The wife's tone was worried, "Don't die here with us, it would be good to cause any international disputes."

"You think too highly of those foreigners."

The fat boss snorted when he heard the words, "Returning to international disputes...have you watched too much of the Virgin Mary program on TV, what kind of nonsense are you talking about?"

"What's a bad joke? Haven't you heard—"

Before the wife could finish her annoyed words, she was interrupted by the fat boss, "All right, all right, I've already made up my mind, let him stay for another two days, and we'll kick him out."

"...Isn't it the promised half a month?"

"He didn't say that he is a sick child, coughing up toilet paper all over the floor, what bad luck must he have - can't I be compensated for this loss?"

……

So, on the third day.

The weather was extremely hot, and the business was cold. He was hiding in the bar, wiping the watch like a baby, when the fat boss suddenly remembered something.

"If I remember correctly, the white-skinned kid seemed to be carrying a suitcase?"

"Black, metal, it's common in movies, it should be very valuable..."

"What needs to be protected with such an expensive box?"

Just thinking about it, a car horn suddenly came from outside the store.

The fat boss looked up and was stunned for an instant.

Just because he unexpectedly saw the limousine of the city's biggest gangster and police chief parked in front of his hotel!
"I just missed half a month's protection fee."

The fat boss thumped in his heart, "You actually provoked such a big man to come here to remind you?"

A little scared, but he didn't dare to hesitate. After hastily hiding his precious watch, he ran out of the bar counter, ready to greet him.

After only a few steps, the fat brown-haired man stopped suddenly.

Because he discovered that the police chief, who was usually full of style, was now acting as the driver himself.

After parking the car, just like him, he went to open the door for someone else!
"mayor?"

The figure getting out of the car surprised him.

"On the news, these two people are fighting all day long, why now—"

Thinking suddenly stuck.

Just like a matryoshka, the middle-aged mayor who got out of the car, like a dog's leg, stretched out his hand to block the door frame for others!

The smiling appearance completely lacked the majestic posture in the TV!
The fat boss was dumbfounded.

The last person to get out of the car was a middle-aged man with gray hair and ordinary appearance, dressed in a black priest's attire.

The fat boss doesn't know this person.

But seeing that the priest was so powerful, he was already a little flustered, for fear of having any relationship with such a big man.

It's a pity, what to be afraid of.

After the other party got out of the car and looked around, he walked straight towards him!
"To bother you."

When he came in front of him, the priest said kindly, "I'm looking for a black-haired boy named Andy Hall."

He's polite, but that doesn't put the fat boss at ease.

It was because the mayor who was following the priest was staring at him with extremely stern eyes, as if warning him to be more careful when speaking and not to lose his manners.

"Andy, Andy lives in the corner room by the window on the second floor."

The fat boss stuttered in shock, "The room number is 2."

"2209?"

"No, no, it's 209!"

"alright, thank you very much."

Saying so, the priest hurriedly walked upstairs, seemingly in a hurry.

Or, can't wait?
The fat boss didn't think much of it, because the chief of police didn't follow him upstairs.

Instead, after the priest left, he grabbed his arm and seriously questioned him about everything related to the boy Andy.

The fat boss dare not lie, he can only tell the truth.

It is important to mention that he did not neglect foreign children in the slightest, and he did not spread any bad information. He is a good citizen who knows how to protect minors.

"very good."

The police chief was obviously satisfied with this, so he patted him on the shoulder, "You are lucky, after this incident, I will waive the half-month protection fee you owe on credit."

You, are you fucking still thinking about this little thing?

The fat boss cursed secretly in his heart, but on the surface he could only look grateful and surprised.

However, what the other party said next made his face froze instantly.

"Oh, by the way, did the child pay for your room and board?"

"Huh? Uh... of course, of course, it's just—"

"Go back and report the number later, and I will replenish it for you."

Having said that, he went up the stairs to the second floor regardless of whether people were willing or not.

Leaving the fat boss alone in place feels messy.

After being dazed for a while, he suddenly let out an ah, and then slapped himself fiercely, his face flushed with anger, "You're careless!"

"damn it!"

"That white-skinned brat, from the very beginning, he made up his mind to eat and drink for nothing!"

(End of this chapter)