Father Mavie

Chapter 138 Parcival (please subscribe!!!)
In the dead of night, Mavi finished telling Junia the story of the desert kingdom, and after coaxing her to sleep, returned to her room, just about to go to bed
click.

The doorknob was suddenly turned open, and then Levin crept in.

When he saw the flintlock pistol in Ma Wei's hand, he was obviously stunned: "What are you doing?"

"What are you doing? This is my room."

"I know!" Levin rolled his eyes: "I'm here to talk to you about Edward!"

"Oh, tell me earlier."

Putting down the flintlock pistol, Marvie lit the kerosene lamp by the bed, "What do you want to talk about?"

"What agreement did you make with it?"

Without hesitation, Levin asked straight to the point: "You must have made some important promise to allow such a god-like transcendent to join us!"

"Is finding habitat for the vampires an important commitment?"

"Of course it doesn't count, I mean something else."

"Nothing else." Ma Wei squinted at him. "Most of the time, I've been preaching the truth to it, without making promises."

"Truth? You're fooling around again! You preach to it?"

"Ideas know no race."

"Don't be kidding, ideas don't distinguish between races, but people!" Levin said with a disbelieving expression: "It is a blood race, can it understand the connotations of those big and fearless thoughts in the Book of Truth? They are all created by human beings." of!"

"I didn't think so at first, but the result was unexpected."

Ma Wei spread his hands: "It has amnesia, and its acceptance of human thoughts is surprisingly high. Many problems can be solved at a single point. It is simply the best fool. Cough, the one who fits the truth!"

Sure enough, still fooling
Levin muttered in his heart for a while, and suddenly grasped the point: "Amnesia? Has it amnesia?"

"Well, it doesn't know where it came from, and it doesn't know why it fell asleep. The only remaining memory is his wandering history in the kingdom of death."

"What? The country of death?" Levin felt his head gradually swell, with two big heads on top of one head: "What is this all about? Have you talked to him so much?!"

"It's all information that won't be used temporarily. It's too late today. If you have any questions, we'll talk about it tomorrow. Anyway, just remember that in addition to finding shelter for the blood race, we also have to help it find its lost memories. Those two things don't matter."

Such a powerful ally can be obtained by paying only a small price. From Ma Wei's point of view, there may not be such a good deal in the world anymore.
"Hey, Boss, don't talk about sleeping, just sleep! Do you know if you are half-suffocated to death!"

"It's 2 o'clock in the morning."

"Let's talk for another 5 minutes!"

Click.

The sound of the hammer being pulled down came from the quilt, Levin's body shook, he said good night, and disappeared in an instant, running faster than a rabbit.

The next day, at 8 o'clock in the morning.

Mrs. Cecil got up half an hour earlier, made breakfast, and then ran to the door and kept looking around, as if waiting for Kasim's return.

At the kitchen table, Levin, who got up late, yawned and grabbed a piece of bread, looking at the butter and jam in thought, not knowing which condiment to choose.

Junia chose jam, and Mavi chose salted butter, and they both ate with relish. On the contrary, Edward sat on the chair in a daze.

"Edward, why don't you have breakfast?"

"I don't eat human food."

"Well, reasonable." Levin nodded, finally made up his mind, and stretched out the knife towards the jam. Just as he was spreading the jam all over the bread, he suddenly felt a scorching gaze from his side. It was the hunter. Eyes when spotting prey.
Swish!
He turned his head sharply, only to find that Edward was staring at the plate in a daze.

With a mutter, he turned his head, put down the knife, opened his mouth wide, and was about to bite down a big mouthful of bread with jam
The hot gaze came again.

He turned his head again, but still didn't notice anything unusual.

"Stop playing with him."

Ma Wei, who was reading the newspaper, said without raising his head: "If you are hungry, find something to eat by yourself. There are so many people in the city, and a drop of blood from each person is enough to last you for half a year."

"Who told him to speak ill of me last night?"

Edward stretched his waist, and leaned back lazily: "It's fun to scare him. Have you finished reading the newspaper?"

"finish watching."

Ma Wei handed him the newspaper casually, and explained to the bewildered Levin: "As a vampire, Edward can draw blood from the human body. Wounds. So theoretically, it doesn’t need to catch a sheep to pluck its wool, which is also the key to the peaceful coexistence of blood races and humans.”

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Levin glared hard at Edward, who was buried in the newspaper, knowing that the scorching gaze just now was because the other party was deliberately scaring him.
"Father! Father!"

Mrs. Cecil's voice came from the church: "Someone is looking for you!"

At 8 o'clock in the morning, the church has not yet opened, who would pick this time to visit?

After drinking the last sip of black tea, Ma Wei took off the napkin around his collar and walked into the church with doubts.

At the gate, Mrs. Cecil looked helplessly. Behind her stood a group of policemen in blue tuxedos and black leather caps.

Inspector McMillan was also among them, but this time, his title allowed him to stay on the side only, and the leading middle-aged man had a red-gold crown on his shoulder, symbolizing his position.

police!

"Good morning, Father Marvie."

The middle-aged man with the crown epaulettes showed a smile, the corners of his lips and beard were raised, and he was not aggressive at all: "I am the chief of the New Ross City Police Station, Richard Jervis."

Ma Wei glanced at the helpless Inspector McMillan, stepped forward and asked, "Good morning, Chief, what can I do?"

"About the fire that happened half a month ago at No. 55 South Street, there are some questions in it, and we need to ask the person involved."

Richard Jervis walked into the church, stopped suddenly, and ordered: "Macmillan, you take them outside on duty, and they are not allowed to enter without a summons."

".Yes."

Leaving a self-seeking look in his eyes, McMillan led a group of policemen to leave the church and stood on both sides of the street to start their duties.

"Madam, can I have a private conversation with Father Marvie?"

"Ah good."

At the request of Richard Jervis, Mrs. Cecil entered the kitchen without hesitation.

As an official law enforcement agency, although the police in the Kingdom of Windsor are not capable of handling cases, they still have some majesty and status in the hearts of the people.

Richard Jervis walked up to the statue, took off his hat and put it on his chest, bowed his head. This behavior made Mavi even more puzzled. The other party was not a believer, so why did he salute the goddess of truth, Junia?

"Excuse me, Father Marvie."

Richard Jervis turned around:

"Let me introduce myself again. I am the Knight of the Round Table in the No.11 seat of His Royal Highness the Fourth Prince, nicknamed Percival."

(End of this chapter)