Father Mavie

Chapter 463 Rescue Provisions (Please Subscribe!!!)
Bursts of cold breath seeped out from the cracks in the door, and the darkness was like sticky mud, wriggling through the gaps, and the wooden door seemed to become the only barrier to stop evil spirits, separating reality from hell.

Holmes glanced at the wooden door, then at Mavi, grinned suddenly, stretched out his arm, and pressed against the wooden door.

Gum!

The palm sank deeply, as if touching the surface of the water, causing waves of ripples. The darkness behind the door swallowed Holmes' left arm and kept dragging him, trying to drag him into the door.

"Holmes!"

Watson pulled out a revolver and pulled the trigger at the wooden door one after another. Amid the deafening gunshots, the bullets shot into the wooden door one by one and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

After the magazine was emptied, Watson rushed up and hugged Holmes' body, trying to pull him out, but the pulling force inside the wooden door was too great. No matter how hard Watson tried, he couldn't stop Holmes even a little bit. Enter the body inside the door.

"Ugh"

Ma Wei sighed, "Yannick."

Edward took a step forward, grabbed Holmes' shoulder, and while pulling it outward, kicked it on the wooden door with a flying kick.

Clap!

The wooden door shattered suddenly, and the fragments flew out along with the thick darkness. There was a painful scream in the room, the darkness faded, and a shadow rushed into the room like lightning, disappearing from everyone's sight.

"Mr. Holmes, why are you doing this?"

"How can you trust me if I don't?"

The arm that was involved in the door had become bloody and bloody, as if it had been bitten by something, with pits and pits, and white bones could be seen faintly in the muscles. Holmes looked at his injured arm and smiled softly: "Long time no see, Father."

"Long time no see, Mr. Holmes."

"What are you going to do now?" Holmes looked at Edward with interest, "Is this your newly recruited monk?"

"His position is bishop. You are seriously injured. We should immediately go to the White Church next door to find Father Michel and let him treat you."

Ma Wei glanced at the slumped Mr. Hamlet, who was already frightened: "Then please ask the Church of the Three Goddesses to come and help."

"It seems that you don't want to expose your identity." Holmes nodded slowly.

"Yannick, erase Mr. Hamley's memory just now, take him, and go to Whitechapel to ask for help!"

Edward grabbed Mr. Hamlet who was limp on the ground with one hand, and stared into his eyes. A golden glow flashed across the originally dark green pupils. In the next second, Mr. Hamley's eyes became hollow.

In fact, judging from Edward's act of kicking through the wooden door and saving Holmes just now, there is a high probability that the existence hiding in the room is not their opponent, but the problem is still the one raised before. Mavie wants to use the existence in the room to check Holmes— Holmes had passed the test.

In addition to testing Sherlock Holmes, Mavi also had to contact the Church of the Three Fate Goddesses logically, so he didn't personally take action to solve the evil existence in the room.

London, after all, is the headquarters of the Church of the Three Goddesses of Destiny. The three goddesses are in the city, so you should be careful in everything you do.

On the way to the Whitechapel, Watson kept looking at Mavi and the others, his lips were squirming, and he seemed to have a lot to say.

"I know what you want to ask, Watson." Holmes said, his face pale due to excessive blood loss, "I will tell you something, and you have to keep it a secret from me."

"...I see, Holmes."

Watson trusts this friend who has known him for many years. He believes in Holmes even more than he believes in himself, and he will not betray him.

At 6:30 in the evening, Father Michel sent the last believer away, and was about to close the door of the church and end his sermon for the day, when a walnut walking stick was inserted through the crack of the door and stopped in front of his eyes.

"Father Michelle, please save Mr. Holmes, he is seriously injured." Levin said in broken Windsor.

"Holmes?"

"Yes, Deloitte Holmes, at 221 St. Martin Street."

Father Michelle opened the door and saw Sherlock Holmes behind Levin, whose clothes were soaked in blood and had to rely on Watson to stand up.

"What are you still doing?" Levin frowned seeing that Father Michel didn't move.

"As far as I know, Mr. Diloc Holmes is not a believer in our church." Father Michelle said, "What's more, the goddess I believe in is Tild, the goddess of evil, not Wild, the goddess of health, and cannot treat Mr. Holmes' injuries. "

"Then what are you talking about!" Levin glared at Father Michel angrily, "Where is the church that believes in the goddess of health?!"

"Three blocks west of here, there is a convent where the nuns worship the goddess of health."

Faced with Levin's questioning and anger, Father Michelle was very calm: "I must remind you that according to the teachings of the goddess of health, Wilde, the realm of immortality is only used for patients who are seriously ill and cannot be treated by doctors, and must be He is a follower of the Church of the Goddess of Destiny."

"What the hell is this request! Isn't it true that believers cannot accept your church's treatment?!"

"The regulations are like this, and we have nothing to do." Father Michel said: "This is to protect the profession of pharmacists and doctors. The field of immortality is too powerful. If abused, it will affect the lives of many people."

There is nothing wrong with the rule that only use the Immortal Realm for seriously ill patients. First of all, the two occupations of pharmacists and doctors involve too many people, and not all diseases require the Immortal Realm to be treated. There are so many people who are sick. If they all come to the church for treatment, will the church be busy?

But it would be too cruel not to treat patients other than believers. This is equivalent to forcing the people to believe in the three goddesses of fate, and at the same time abandoning other people except believers.
This regulation has advantages and disadvantages, but in Mavi's eyes, the disadvantages outweigh the advantages.

Watson is a doctor, but he didn't bring medical tools with him when he went out. Moreover, Holmes' injuries were too serious. If he used the surgeon's method, he might have to undergo amputation.
"The solution is actually very simple. As long as Mr. Dilloch Holmes joins our Church of the Three Goddesses of Fate, then we naturally have the obligation to treat him." Father Michelle said calmly: "As long as Mr. Holmes signs on the roster, it will be fine." gone."

Levine glanced back at Holmes. Although he hated Holmes, that didn't mean he wanted to see Holmes become disabled.
Just when Levin was about to get angry, a cry full of surprise suddenly sounded from behind everyone:

"Mr. Nicholas? Great! You are indeed here!"

Ma Wei turned his head and saw Stuart jumping out of the carriage, walking quickly, and pulling his arm: "I heard from Mrs. Hudson that you have come to Huajie and have been looking for me for a long time! Come home with me! I Father is waiting for you!"

"Stull, we're in some trouble now, and I'm afraid we can't go back with you," Mavie said.

"Trouble? What's the trouble?" Stuart looked behind Mavi, only to find Holmes who was injured. He was taken aback for a moment, and then said, "Why did you suffer such a serious injury?"

"It's a long story. We heard that followers of the goddess of health, Wilde, can use the domain of immortality to heal injuries, so we came to ask for their help, but they said that Sherlock Holmes is not a church believer and cannot receive treatment."

"Oh, rules"

Stuart licked his lower lip, and he didn't really want to intervene in this matter, especially since Holmes wanted to seek the help of the goddess of health, Wilder, and the second prince Shukri supported the goddess of wealth, but
Just two hours ago, Baron Frederick confirmed the authenticity of Mercury's Blood, confirming that Ma Wei is a businessman who can make advanced potions and is worth wooing.

Isn't this a good opportunity to sell him a favor and show the strength of the Frederick family?
If he chose to stand by at this moment, would Mr. Nicholas still choose the second prince Shukri?
Besides, the injured people were Dillock and Sherlock Holmes, the famous detectives!
Is there no value in wooing?

Thinking of this, Stuart squeezed a bright smile on his face, and said to Mavi: "Mr. Nicholas, please don't worry, leave this matter to me, let Mr. Holmes get in the car, let's go to the monastery three blocks away , there is no follower of the goddess of health, Wilder here."

Three blocks sounded far away, but in fact it was only 400 meters away. I arrived at the monastery in 2 minutes by carriage. At first, the nuns in the monastery were unwilling to break the rules, but Stuart directly revealed the name of Baron Frederick. , under repeated requests, the nuns reluctantly used the realm of immortality.

The wound that was bleeding continuously and the muscles were separated and exposed bones healed in an instant. The real pain disappeared, but the memory of the pain still remained in the nerves. Holmes moved his shoulders and nodded towards Mavi.

"Thanks, Stewart."

"You are too out of touch, we are friends, right?" Stuart said with a smile.

Ma Wei smiled slightly: "Yes, we are friends."

Hearing this, Stuart smiled even wider and suggested, "Since Mr. Holmes' wound has healed, let him go home with us. My father has invited an important guest and wants to meet you!"

"no problem."

Ma Wei agreed, and followed Stuart into the carriage. Before setting off, he asked Edward to stay, and ordered in a low voice:
"Keep an eye on the house, don't let it get away."

"Ah."

(End of this chapter)