134: He Saw
"You... why do you have to like someone like that? Why did it have to be... Sigh. Do you know about the relationship between Miss Evelia and Miss Amya?"
Harrison looked at his nephew, helplessly rubbing his forehead.
"More or less... I can guess a little."
"Then do you think you can win?"
"...I'll win."
"...Six."
Harrison didn't know what to say about his nephew anymore. He could already see that Evelia was a lesbian, yet this kid still came out with "I'll win." What? Was this boy seriously planning to go abroad and get himself carved up?
He patted Zhang Anran's shoulder with some sympathy, slowly ambling in front of him, and spoke with considerable emotion:
"Anran, everyone has their own unattainable love, but how many actually get to fulfill their childhood fantasies? I won't hide it from you. When your uncle was your age, I also fell for a nun who was studying at the monastery with me. I made a lot of efforts to pursue her too. But in the end... the flutter of a childhood crush will eventually return to dust with the passage of time. You know very enough that you actually can't succeed, right? Since that's the case, why insist on hanging yourself from a crooked tree?"
"Uncle... are you trying to persuade me to give up?"
"More or less... Although I can't tell you directly, Miss Amya's identity is not simple. But... I have a feeling that Miss Evelia's identity might be even more terrifying. You've tried investigating Miss Evelia's background, haven't you?"
"I did try before, purely because I wanted to understand her better. I didn't have any other intentions. But..."
"You couldn't find anything, right? The Church investigated her before too, and I was the one in charge. To tell you the truth, even with the Church's connections and power, we still couldn't find a single trace of that girl. But because she was simply too talented, giving her away to Old Mo and the others for nothing would have made us unwilling. So later, with the Lady Saint's final decision, we still sent her an invitation."
"Genius? What kind of talent?"
"That's not for you to know~ Of course, if you're willing to follow your uncle's path, when you officially join the Church, I'll be able to tell you."
"Cough, I'm lazy. Compared to following you as a clergyman, I'd rather inherit my dad's company after graduation."
"But you still..."
"Stop, Uncle! Those are two different things! I'll say this upfront: I won't give up!"
Zhang Anran's face was covered in dark lines. He couldn't understand why his uncle, who had just been creating opportunities for him, was now so earnestly persuading him to give up.
"Anran... Your uncle just saw that you and Miss Evelia had a decent relationship and did think about creating opportunities for you. But after thinking through the logic, I still feel that there are simply too many mysteries surrounding Miss Evelia. This isn't something you can handle. Rather than letting you suddenly get caught up in some mystery and be ground to dust one day, it's better to let you..."
"Uncle!"
Finally, Zhang Anran couldn't take it anymore. He angrily interrupted Harrison's words loudly, while our Father looked at him in surprise.
"You don't need to persuade me anymore. No matter what, I won't give up."
With that, Zhang Anran turned around with a dark expression, walking without hesitation toward the orphanage gate.
Only Father Harrison remained in place, watching his back helplessly.
"Sigh... what should I say? This child, why did he have to inherit the personality of my sister of all people?"
……
Meanwhile, in a corner of the guest venue, a black-haired man in an elegant suit stood out from the crowd. He held a wine glass and watched the commotion around Zhang Anran with considerable interest.
After seeing Zhang Anran leave the orphanage in anger, a playful expression appeared on the man's face. He raised his left hand and gently snapped his fingers.
The air around the man instantly distorted. In the next moment, a faintly visible transparent figure appeared beside him. It was like the Invisible Man from movies; under normal surroundings, it completely vanished, leaving only a rather respectful low voice beside the black-haired man's ear:
"Lord Bishop, what are your instructions?"
"Go keep an eye on that young man who just left. I have a feeling he could become a very, very useful card in our hands in the future."
The black-haired man's hand lightly brushed past the corner of his eye. A brilliant golden light flashed in the depths of his eyes. In an instant, countless illusory images seemed to emerge from the man's pupils.
"Lord Bishop... forgive my bluntness, but your personal appearance at such an occasion is already quite risky. Why are you now... asking me to investigate that ordinary young man who doesn't have a single trace of magic about him?"
"Are you worried about me? Don't worry. Among everyone present, other than that young lady who I'm not sure should be called Saint or witch, no one has the ability to threaten me. Neither those Watchers nor the practitioners present, nor that hidden Executor young lady, nor that angel who inherited half of Gabriel's mantle, nor even that blood clan noble who flashed by earlier. None of them have that ability."
"Oh right, and that little Princess of Hell. Last time because of her, our investigation base in the Arctic ended up being attacked by that bastard Typhon who doesn't play by the rules. But she herself hasn't yet realized her true power. If she doesn't summon one of the Seven Kings... relying only on that guard dog from Hell, she couldn't pose any threat to me either. Besides..."
The black-haired man spread his hands, speaking indifferently to the figure beside him:
"Even if I can't win, do you think I can't escape?"
"Lord Bishop, I now understand why the Elders have so many complaints about you... You really... enjoy taking risks."
"Alright buddy, I know you want to say I'm courting death. But how can something with absolute certainty be called courting death? Listen to me. Go watch that young man. He'll become an excellent bargaining chip."
"Will he join us?"
"He will. He definitely will."
"Please, Lord Bishop... enlighten me on my foolishness."
"Because... I saw it."
"Saw it?"
"I saw it. He will walk the correct path."
"But even so, he doesn't deserve your personal..."
"You know what, friend? There is a power in this world deeper than despair, more blazing than hope. It possesses power greater than Death Magic, and nobility more exalted than God-given Magic."
"Guess what it's called?"
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