Father Mavie

Chapter 30 I am a priest, not a saint

"Meow!"

Fat orange and little black kicked his legs, vigorously avoiding the waving arms of the Wu Ling puppet, and returned to Ma Wei's side.

Scarred and with almost no good flesh on his body, the witch spirit puppet heaved a sigh of relief. Finally, he didn't have to worry about two 'lice' jumping around, just when it was about to continue killing.
Suddenly saw a bottle aimed at him.

"Ow!!!"

What surprised Ma Weiluo was that the moment the witch spirit puppet saw the glass bottle clearly, it howled and fled back in horror, as if it had seen some terrible devil. The door slammed.

unfortunately
It's too late.

Ma Wei continued to inject power into the magic circle, and the suction of the bottle became stronger and stronger. The witch spirit puppet, which could barely struggle forward in the last second, stopped in place in the next second, unable to move. Get out of the bottle.

It was as if countless arms were firmly grasping its body, trying to drag it into the abyss of hell.

There was a strong wind in the porch, and even the floor was lifted, debris, dust, and pieces of wood.
Countless sundries were sucked into the bottle, and in the end, even the body groaned on the verge of collapse.

The witch spirit puppet had no place to rely on anymore. Its huge body flew into the air together with the soil under its feet, and its terrified eyes kept glancing at the kitchen, as if hoping that the master who summoned it would lend a helping hand.

but.
Gilbert Wilkin did nothing.

Whoosh!
The witch spirit puppet was sucked into the bottle, and Ma Wei put the cork on it, and the gust of wind subsided instantly. Through the glass, one could still see the palm-sized witch spirit puppet constantly beating on the bottle, making a silent roar.

Now is not the time to study monsters, Ma Wei puts the glass bottle in his arms, and together with Junia, Fat Orange and Xiao Hei, pushes open the kitchen door.

Gilbert Wilkin, who was trying to climb out of the narrow window, heard the movement behind him, his arms stiffened, he turned and jumped off the table, calmly patted the dust off his clothes, sat on the chair, and said hello gesture:
"Please sit down, Father, we can finally have a good talk."

"Don't you like wasting time?"

"Oh, I really don't like it, but it depends on the situation. I was really too arrogant just now."

Gilbert Wilkin twisted his beard and tried his best to put on a gentleman's demeanor: "Facts have proved that I misjudged your strength, Father, so I sincerely apologize to you now, and hope that you will not remember the villain's mistakes." , so that we can do business with peace of mind.”

There was no harsh words, no incompetent rage, Gilbert Wilkin was very aware of his current situation, and his posture was extremely low.

To provoke an enemy who is obviously stronger than oneself, one must either have a sick mind or seek death.

Gilbert doesn't want to die, and his brain circuits are normal, so he wants to talk to Marvie.

And Mavi did have a lot of questions for him, too.

"Which church are you a believer in?"

"The Kingdom of Voodoo, the religion of witch gods." Gilbert said: "Three years ago, during an overseas voyage, I accidentally encountered a storm and the fleet was killed. I was lucky enough to survive and floated to Voodoo with a piece of driftwood Kingdom, after living there for a period of time, became a follower of Witch God."

three years ago.
storm?

"Which route did you encounter the storm?"

"The 22° south latitude - 33° south latitude route, I was going to Port Elizabeth to buy goods, but halfway through the voyage, when I was about to bypass the dead sea, I was suddenly hit by a storm. The draft of the ship without cargo was too shallow, let alone It was able to lower the sails immediately, so the entire army was wiped out."

Gilbert said frankly: "It was on October 10st three years ago, I remember it very clearly."

Hearing this, Mavi narrowed his eyes.

Three years ago, the St. Martial Fleet, where he was originally serving, also planned to return to the Kingdom of Windsor from the route of 22° south latitude to 33° south latitude. It also encountered a storm halfway, and the time and place were right.

As for why the Saint-Martil fleet survived the storm safely, there are three reasons. One is that there are a lot of goods looted on the ship, which almost fills the bilge. The second is that the tonnage of the ships they use far exceeds that of ordinary merchant ships. the most important reason.
The Saint-Martil fleet has experienced sailors and captains. Seeing that the sky was suddenly dark and dark, the sailors jumped on the mast and put up the sails without the command of the commander.

When seemingly accidental conditions combine, the result must be inevitable.

"When did the gods of the Witch God Sect come?"

"The night before yesterday."

"The Kingdom of Voodoo is far away from the Kingdom of Windsor. How did you know about this?"

"oracle."

Gilbert took out a palm-sized wooden statue from his pocket and placed it in front of Mavi: "When Danbala, the god of voodoo, descends, he will enlighten the believers through the statue, and all believers who own the statue can get His gift."

As he spoke, his voice became quieter, his eyes flickered, and while he was in deep thought, he couldn't help raising his eyes to look at Ma Wei, and then smiled: "Look, Father, I know everything I can say, and I have nothing to say, please raise your hand, forgive My life, I can swear in the name of Danbala, the god of voodoo, from now on, wherever you appear, I will stay away."

"Don't worry, I haven't finished asking." Taking his facial expression into his eyes, Ma Wei grinned: "Does the magic you use come from the Witch God?"

"of course."

"The bottle responsible for containing the spirit puppets was also given to you by the Witch God Sect?"

Gilbert nodded and replied without hesitation: "Well, I brought the bottle back three years ago. As for the spirit puppet, I made it myself last night. If you need it, priest, I can give you the formula. "

"let me see."

Gilbert immediately reached into his arms, took out a piece of yellow paper that had been eroded by the sea wind, and handed it to Mavi with both hands.

What was used on the yellow paper was not the language of the Kingdom of Windsor, but some kind of ancient script, each character seemed to be painted on, and Mavi didn't know it at all.

"I couldn't understand it at first." Gilbert said, "But I found a local to do the translation, and it was translated into the language we use, at the bottom."

Jumping over the ghostly symbols above, Ma Wei saw familiar words at the bottom of the yellow paper.

[Spirit puppet is a kind of soul body invisible to the naked eye. You need to take 1 pound of Hague Root, 2 ounces of Patchouli, and one less than month-old baby.】

Ma Wei suddenly didn't want to watch anymore.

He lifted the lampshade of the kerosene lamp, lit the yellow paper on the flame, and watched it turn into a handful of ashes, rustling down.

Seeing this scene, Gilbert's Adam's apple wriggled and wanted to say something, but thinking of his own situation, he swallowed the words abruptly.

"What do you believe in, the witch god religion?" Ma Wei asked softly, staring at the faintly burning flames.

"Everything has animism, voodoo means soul in the local area, and spiritism is the most commonly used method, so I was able to plan ahead three years ago and bring back the bottle and the formula."

"Oh?"

Ma Wei was a little curious: "The Witch God Sect knew the time of the god's arrival before the god's arrival?"

"Yes." A gleam of fire flashed in Gilbert's eyes: "It's amazing, isn't it? I also find it incredible, but everything happened according to the priest's prophecy!"

"No wonder."

Ma Wei looked at Gilbert's chest: "If you want to use the power of the gods, do you have to go through the magic circle?"

"Well, not exactly, it depends on the specific situation."

Gilbert frowned and considered: "If you just want to eliminate the pain and strengthen your physique, you can do it without a magic circle. The magic circle can maximize the power of gifts and do many miracles that you can't even imagine. "

"How many magic circles do you have?"

"Only two, one is the bottle that you are holding, the priest, and the other is the magic circle tattooed on my chest by the priest. I have a low status in the Witch God Cult, so I can only come into contact with these."

Lifting the clothes, Gilbert revealed the tattoo on his chest, which was completely engraved in the flesh and could not be taken away at all.

"Father, can I leave? I have answered all your questions."

"Okay, I'll send it to you."

Mavie drew out the old-fashioned flintlock gun hidden in his waist and aimed it at Gilbert's head.

"Father!!!"

Gilbert screamed, "You're a man of the truth!"

"I believe in the truth, not the Virgin."

boom!
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(End of this chapter)