Father Mavie

Chapter 104 Kasim Cecil (Please Subscribe!!!)
Rats that gave birth to the 'God', the missing magic ring
Both clues point to extraordinary power.

The changes in this world don't seem to be over yet.

The so-called "God" of rats, in Ma Wei's eyes, really cannot be regarded as a god.

Although the giant mouse brought the power of curse to the race and gave the group wisdom and strength, it was too weak, so weak that only Fat Orange, who was gifted by the Goddess of Truth, could kill it.

It is not so much a god, but more like a kind of group leader condensed by faith to protect his own kind.

Otherwise, wouldn't Fat Ju, who can kill even gods, be superior to gods?
"Boss, I feel that this is a big deal." Levin said in a serious tone: "You think, even the rats in Antova Village can give birth to 'gods', so wouldn't similar things happen in other places?"

"If there are other races who have given birth to 'gods', will the troubles of curses like today continue?"

"We are still not sure whether the 'god' of the rats was created artificially or born naturally." Marvie said, "I think this matter has something to do with the murderer who killed Sir Antoine. As long as he is caught, everything will be destroyed." Isn't the truth coming out?"

"Everyone has run away, we have no clue, how do we catch them?"

"Who says you have no clue?"

Picking up the mahogany-handled revolver in the drawer, Ma Wei pointedly said: "Don't forget who commissioned us to investigate Antova Village."

Of course there are breakthroughs.

Since Sir Antova knew the murderer, his relatives and friends naturally became suspects.

As for who exactly
I have to ask the fourth prince Arthur.

After the death of the giant rat, the curse disappeared, and the crisis that enveloped Antua Village also dissipated. The rest of the finishing work can be left to the soldiers who sealed off the village.

Before burying the graves of 20 dead cats, Mavey burned the corpses of giant rats and hung his bowler hat on the cross over the graves.

"The church will never forget the contributions you made today, and may your souls always be with the goddess." With her palms pressed against her chest, Mavi whispered, "Truth comes first."

The dead cats, of course, were not unknown warriors. As early as when they joined the church, Ma Wei prepared a special register for the cats, with their names and paw prints on it.

Their achievements will also be recorded forever.

After finishing all this, Mavi, Junia, and Levin returned to the carriage parked on the small road outside Antova Village, and asked Levin to hide the cats in the carriage seat after they were reduced to the size of mung beans. under the chair.

Ma Wei didn't expect this method before, it was Levin's phrase "become a mouse" that provided him with inspiration, otherwise, Fat Orange would not have to break through the line of fire with his body, leading the cat to break through strongly.

"Imagination is still not rich enough."

With a word of emotion, Ma Wei knocked on the front glass and embarked on the return journey.

At 3 o'clock in the afternoon, outside the fire line in Antua Village, soldiers in red uniforms were still piled firewood into the fire line to ensure the fire was raging.

Mr. Sean sat on a tree stump padded with a piece of asbestos, staring at the twisted path in the flames, and touched his belly, trying to check the time, but it was in vain.

The already uneasy mood suddenly became worse.

"Damn it." He muttered softly, "That's the work of Master Hobbes, numbered. What did I think then?"

Mr. Sean, who is still obsessed with the gold watch he put on yesterday, is not to mention regretful. If he can travel back, he must take the long sword hanging on the wall and give his irrational self a hard blow!
Junia taught him a lesson.

It was a child.
It can also be smart.

"Sir! Sir! Someone is coming out!"

The soldier's exclamation interrupted his recollection of the past. Mr. Sean raised his head and saw the carriage approaching the flames. His eyes lit up and he quickly ordered: "Move the line of fire! Quick!"

Two soldiers ran forward quickly, shoveled away the firewood lying in the middle of the road, and cleared a passage.

When the carriage drove out, it quickly filled it back.

Standing up, Mr. Sean took three steps and two steps, came to the carriage, and asked Ma Wei who got off the carriage: "How is the situation?"

Ma Wei didn't answer, but took out the revolver that was strapped to his waist and found in the desk drawer, and handed it over.

Seeing the familiar revolver with the letter A engraved on the handle, Mr. Sean fell silent.

After a while, he sighed, took the pistol, and said with a gloomy expression, "So what is the cause of his death?"

"Sword wound." Ma Wei told the clues that he, Fat Ju, and Levin found: "The murderer grabbed Sir Antova's neck from behind and inserted the tip of the knife into his heart. Sir Antova failed to create strong resistance."

"do not talk."

Gentleman Sean raised his hand to signal Ma Wei to stop, rubbed his chest, which was a little stagnant, and his face turned slightly pale.

He never imagined that Sir Antova died so aggrievedly. As a former companion, at this moment, he couldn't help but feel a little bit indignant and sad.

Seeing that he didn't look like a disguise, Ma Wei revealed the next message: "Is Sir Antova wearing a ring on his left index finger?"

"Yes, it is a gold ring inlaid with green agate."

Gentleman Sean took a few breaths and replied, "You should have seen it before. He bought it at an auction three years ago."

"I haven't seen it. The ring was taken away by the murderer."

"what?"

Frowning, Gentleman Sean said in surprise, "Although that ring is worth 500 gold pounds, it wouldn't kill someone for it, could it be that the murderer was a manor servant or a villager?"

Five hundred gold pounds is not a small sum.
People die for money, birds die for food, and killing people for money is not only not rare, but also everywhere.

When navigating at sea, Ma Wei has seen many times fighting for a piece of jewelry, even at the expense of killing each other and snatching it.

Not to mention 500 gold pounds, even 1 penny can sometimes become the fuse for murder.

but.
Sir Antova's death had absolutely nothing to do with money.

To be a murderer of aristocratic acquaintances, the social status must not be low.

The problem is the ring.

"The identity of the murderer is not known yet."

Ma Wei didn't express his reasoning about the murderer's identity. He was still not sure about the true identity of Mr. Sean.

In the Antoine Village incident, the only one who is trustworthy is the fourth prince Arthur.

As the loyal master of the knights, the fourth prince Arthur has no reason to kill Sir Antoin who is loyal to him, unless the other party betrays him, but if the other party betrays him, he will kill him, why bother to block it? At the scene, how about entrusting the Church of Truth to investigate?
This is simply paradoxical.

There are dozens of better ways to put on a show than this, and with the mind of the fourth prince Arthur, he would not choose the most stupid way.

In contrast, the knights under the fourth prince Arthur are not necessarily without suspicion
"How's the mouse?" asked Mr. Sean.

The rat colony occupying Antoine Village and the manor is the most critical problem.

"It's resolved, you can let the soldiers go in and clean up the corpse."

After a pause, Ma Wei glanced at the soldiers around him and asked, "Are they reliable?"

"Don't worry, they are all old subordinates. The fathers of many people have served under Sir Antowal's command, so there will be no problem."

"Okay, the commission is completed, we should go."

"and many more!"

Shouting to Ma Wei who turned around and was about to leave, Mr. Sean hesitated for a moment. After a brief inner struggle, he gritted his teeth and asked, "Can you sell that gold watch made by Master Hobbs for 1000 gold pounds? Me? If you take it to a pawn shop or second-hand market, you will definitely not be able to sell it at this price, after all, they want to make money."

After taking a deep look at him, Ma Wei took out the gold watch that he had been carrying all along, and threw it over: "Deal."

Gentleman Sean opened the cover of the watch, saw the serial number and the unique private logo on it, and heaved a sigh of relief: "Thank you. I don't have so much money now, can I send someone to the Church of Truth later? Write you an IOU."

"You don't need to write an IOU, and a gold watch can't buy your dignity."

For the Rickman family, which owns a large ocean trading company and has a strong family background, although 1000 gold pounds is a lot, it is by no means too much.

Gentleman Sean doesn't need to ruin his reputation for the money.

For a businessman, integrity is more important than anything else.

It was already dusk when Ma Wei and the others returned to New Ross City.

The sun is setting and sinking, and most people have finished their day's work. Those with families go back to eat, while bachelors walk into the tavern talking and laughing, ordering a glass of butter beer and chatting while listening to the melodious music of the accordion. He would sing aloud when he got up, and only came home drunk late at night.

Life looks infinitely beautiful, but under the calm surface, there are undercurrents surging.

As soon as he entered the church, Ma Wei smelled an aroma of animal fat, which came from the kitchen.

"I'm exhausted."

Levine picked up a bowl of mint holy water and drank it down. He collapsed on the bench and didn't want to move anymore.

Right now, he has only one question on his mind:
What time do you serve dinner?
"Oh, you are back!"

Hearing the commotion in the church, Mrs. Cecil, who was carrying a kitchen knife, came out of the kitchen, with a few brown feathers hanging on her body, and said with a smile on her face, "Dinner will be eaten soon, wait a minute. Kasim! Kasim!" Sim!"

A young man wearing a black leather jacket, slightly curly brown hair, bright eyes, and a few freckles on his face came out and grinned at Mavi: "Father, long time no see."

"Long time no see, Kasim, when did you come back?"

"Well, an hour ago, I asked the officer for leave and came back early." Kasim scratched his head a little embarrassedly: "My mother wrote and asked me to bring back two pairs of woodcocks and a wild duck, so I I have to go to Lord Knight first."

Sir Knight, of course it refers to the Knight Steed Ritter served by Kassim. As a nobleman, Steerd often goes out hunting, and the fat roasted woodcock (yù) is his favorite food. To come up with two, he is also very good to the squires, and will often part out some prey.

Kasim, who had not been home for more than half a year, could not return empty-handed. On the way home, he not only asked the knight for two pairs of woodsnipe and a wild duck according to his mother's request, but also went to the market to buy them. A whole leg of fresh lamb, basil leaves, cumin and nutmeg, and of course, an ounce of black pepper in a glass jar.

"Is this the priest's daughter?"

When Kasim saw Junia hiding behind his father, he immediately took out a small iron box, which contained two large disc-shaped chocolates, which were specially provided by the army and could not be seen in the market at all: "Do you want to eat?"

Under Junia's longing eyes, Mavi nodded: "Take it."

"Thank you brother Kasim!"

"Um?!"

Levin, who was resting on the bench, heard the goddess calling Kassim, sat up straight, and looked at Kassim, who was about the same age as him, with a distorted expression.

uncle levin
Brother Kasim.
Their seniority, no matter how you look at it, is not so much different!
Levin, who was extremely unbalanced in his heart, took out the jug and planned to take a sip, but found that he had already finished drinking, so he rushed upstairs angrily, and went to his small wine storage.

Although Junia was asked to accept the chocolate, Mavi did not allow her to eat it. The reason is very simple, the chocolate specially provided by the army
Added some 'seasoning' inside.

The purpose is to increase the combat excitement of soldiers and reduce their fear of death.

Even if it is not common to add 'seasoning' to chocolate during non-war periods, Ma Wei dare not bet on it.

Whether it will be added or not, who can say for sure?

Of course Kasim would not give Junia the chocolate with 'seasoning' added, it's just a gift, just accept it, it doesn't matter if you eat it or not.

"how are things?"

Inviting Kassim to sit down, Mavi took out a mint leaf and chewed it in his mouth: "Does Knight Stilde still take you out hunting often?"

"Yeah, he's still the same."

Kasim said with a smile: "He has almost caught all the wild ducks near the place where our army is stationed. At this rate, it is estimated that next year there will be no wild ducks coming to Lister Swamp to lay eggs."

"Well, have you received any orders recently?"

"Order?" Kasim thought for a while, "Father, you are talking about the assassination of the Pope, right? This morning, there was indeed an order from the London Garrison to our Rosslare Army."

Turning his head and looking around, Kasim suddenly lowered his voice: "The London Garrison requires us to unite with the Royal Navy to guard all the passes in and out of Wexford County from both land and sea. Now there are even cavalry near the railway. The squad is on patrol, strictly tracking down suspicious persons of unknown origin, and I heard that Belfast has sent many senior police inspectors to various cities to take over the police!"

"Father, you were a lieutenant in the Royal Navy back then. You should have many friends in the capital. Is there any news from them?"

"I haven't been in touch with them for a long time"

Mavi shook his head: "Knight Steele is also Lieutenant Rosslare, didn't he tell you anything?"

"It does exist"

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