Father Mavie

Chapter 474 Arthur (please subscribe!!!)
Londinium, a name that does not belong to this era, a forgotten city.
If there are relics belonging to the Golden Age buried underground in London, once excavated, wouldn't it mean that we can study the technological status of the Golden Age?

but.
This is just an idea, and it can only be an idea. It is simply unrealistic to conduct archaeological excavations in London.

This is the capital of the Kingdom of Windsor. Even if there is a golden mountain buried underground, it cannot be moved.

However, Ma Wei can sneak down from the basement where the clay pot was found, and it is not difficult for them who have the Siren's Tears to do this.

"You have to be careful of the goddess of fate, her divine kingdom is just above the city of London."

After saying this, Baji’s phantom turned into a spot of light, flew back into Ma Wei’s body, and continued to sleep. During the deep sleep, He could not perceive the outside world, and Ma Wei did not dare to use a real pocket watch to go to Baji. In Ji's Kingdom of God, the scope of the mithril tag is limited. Once he uses the real pocket watch to leave, it is likely to attract the attention of the three goddesses of fate.

"Strange." After Baji disappeared, Levin said a little puzzled: "Why do Baji and the second prince call the three goddesses of fate the goddess of destiny? Aren't they three sisters?"

"Wild, the goddess of health, Nande, the goddess of wealth, and Tild, the goddess of evil, who among them is the goddess of fate?"

"Of course." Levin choked suddenly, and after thinking for a while, he said, "Could it be that the three sisters are not the goddess of fate?"

"It's both, and it's not." Ma Wei shook his head and said, "Health, wealth, and crime represent the things that human beings must experience and pursue in their lives. When they are young, they do not hesitate to commit crimes for the sake of wealth. When they are middle-aged, they are successful. Starting to pursue a healthy body, and when you are old, you are afraid of being punished after death, praying constantly, trying to dispel the trinity of sins in your life, this is the ultimate destiny, and it is also a destiny that ordinary people cannot escape!"

Regarding the connection between the three goddesses of fate and the goddess of fate, Ma Wei has thought about it before. The two names are actually correct. You can call them either. Only the church will divide them carefully. There are strict names, but ordinary people do not. More restrictive, after all, it is not an insulting title.

"Is it necessary to keep the matter of digging out these pots a secret?" Edward asked, "If you want to keep it a secret, I can change the memories of those workers."

"Then I'll leave it to you, Levin. You'll take the workers to drink later. Let's say that Manstein's house is a treat. During the drink, let Edward change their memories and forget about digging out the clay pot."

"give it to me!"

The next morning, London, St. Paul's Cathedral.

In the large and magnificent prayer hall, colorful lights and shadows scattered here and there. A blond man knelt on one knee in front of the towering statue, closed his eyes and bowed his head, listening to the majestic and magnetic voice of the old man in front of him. The holy light shines through the colored windows behind the statue. His blond hair shone brightly against his body.

"A quiet heart is the life of the flesh, envy is the rottenness of the bones, don't covet fame, provoke each other, envy each other"

The white-haired old man in red spoke in a steady and heavy tone, and the voice echoed in the prayer hall, like the holy voice from the gods, deafening.

When the old man recited the teachings, the blond man remained motionless, with a solemn and solemn expression, as stiff as a rock, as if inspired by the divine spirit in the holy voice, and gradually, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

After a few minutes, the old man closed the book, walked up to the blond man, and helped him up: "Your Highness, the fourth prince, today's practice is over, what do you think?"

"Archbishop of Camberley, I have a lot of feelings, and I don't know what to say for a while." Arthur kissed his fingers, sighed, and his voice was full of sincerity: "The Goddess of Destiny is so great, everything she told, They are full of enlightenment to influence the world, and I am honored to be his believer."

"It's great for you to have such an understanding." The white-haired Archbishop of Camberley said gratifiedly.

"Thanks to your tireless prayers for me every day, I have learned a lot in these three months." Arthur looked up at the exquisite murals on the dome, and couldn't help feeling: "Jealousy is rotten in the bones, this sentence Well said."

"This sentence is the core theme of Chapter 12 and No. 20 of the Doctrine of Destiny. If you can point out this sentence, fourth prince, it means that you really understand it."

"It was you who spoke well. I have never heard of such an excellent preacher like you. If I had met you earlier, I would have been inspired by the goddess long ago. How did I sink for so many years?"

Archbishop Camberley nodded with a smile, and said kindly, "From tomorrow onwards, the daily sermons will end. From now on, Your Highness, you can come to Mass every Friday, but you should review the teachings a lot during the rest of the time, so don't neglect it."

"Yes, Your Excellency the Archbishop."

"Go, children, the future belongs to you, you must assist your father and three elder brothers to create a better future for the Kingdom of Windsor!"

"I will."

Arthur nodded, bowed his head and kissed his fingers again, and bid farewell to the Archbishop of Camberley with the etiquette of the Church of the Three Goddesses of Destiny. .

Outside St. Paul's Cathedral, the sun was shining brightly. Last night, a strong wind blew away the smog covering London, allowing the sun to descend on the city again. The gale not only took away the smog for a short time, but also brought a bit of chill.

Another year was approaching, Arthur looked at the rare sun, took a deep breath of fresh air, bowed to St. Paul's Cathedral, and sat in the royal carriage waiting for him at the door.

"Tired?"

As soon as Arthur got into the car, a wet towel was handed over with a white palm. In the shadows of the car, the young and beautiful Gulihana was smiling with a clear and sweet voice.

"Not tired."

After taking the wet towel, Arthur gently wiped his face. The heat from the water vapor lifted him up: "Have you found any news from the witcher? What happened at No. 27 Flower Street?"

"Inquired." Gu Lihana said: "It is said that the supernatural creature appeared at No. 27 Flower Street, and the second prince personally reported it to the church. Archbishop Brandon asked Pascal Ramos, the director of the London Headquarters of the Witcher, to bring it to him personally. The team went to Huajie to deal with it, and successfully captured the extraordinary creature, and the church is currently studying it."

"Who are those young people who came into contact with Baron Frederick?" Arthur asked again: "It seems to be the shop at No. 27 Flower Street they leased."

"That's right, those people are businessmen from the Kingdom of Frederick. It's unclear what kind of business they do, but the second prince Shukri seems to attach great importance to him, and personally applied for a special temporary business license from the royal family for them. Neighbors living around Flower Street said that the leader was Nicholas von Manstein, with a four-year-old daughter Emma, ​​two brothers Felix, Jonas, and a housekeeper, Yannick. Living in the Flower Street Hotel, the store is being renovated."

Arthur leaned back in his chair, squinting his eyes, thinking about the three Manstein brothers, and asked after a while, "Is there any other information?"

"Not for the time being, the eyeliner we sent out is collecting intelligence."

After a pause, Gulihana said, "Should I let Sean take over? He runs a fishery company and has connections in the business world. If you leave it to him, you can inquire about the three Manstein brothers from the side."

Sean Rickman, the Sir of Wexford City, the eighth seat of the Knights of the Round Table, code-named Bedivere, can be regarded as an old friend of Mavi.

After the fourth prince returned to London, the Knights of the Round Table also arrived in London one after another, lurking in this huge city, operating secretly.

"There's no rush." ​​Arthur poured himself a glass of red wine and said shakingly, "It's too early for Sean to start. The enemy can't move, I can't move. Someone is more anxious than us, let them go first."

"Hmm." Gulihana nodded and said hesitantly, "Arthur, have you heard from Father Mawei recently?"

"no, what happened?"

"He has become the Pope, not only won the Kingdom of Romanov, but also helped Katerina ascend the throne, but after so long, he seems to have disappeared, and there has been no news, I am afraid of him"

"Are you afraid that he will leave us alone?"

Gu Lihana lowered her head, although she didn't say anything, the silence had already expressed her inner thoughts.

"No, Father Mavi is not that kind of person, he will definitely come back." Arthur sipped his mellow wine, expressionless said: "No news, it's the best news, even if he doesn't come back, I will continue to plan, and no one can stop me."

"But the eldest prince doesn't trust you at all! He guarded you everywhere and even sent you to Newham District in East London. Who doesn't know that Newham District has the worst law and order? He clearly wants to use Newham District to entangle you!"

"It's normal to be wary of me. If they treat me like a brother, it means danger is approaching."

Arthur smiled slightly, held Gulihana's thin palm, pulled her into his arms, and said softly: "Don't think East London is bad, for capable people, the more chaotic and disorderly it is, The more I can flex my muscles, the eldest prince thought that I would be entangled in the chaotic East London, as if stuck in a quagmire, but he didn't know that he was helping me."

"help you?"

"Of course it is to help me. The better I am, the worse the three princes will be. A few years ago, before I was expelled from London, Rhodes IV approached me and asked me to hide my edge. I didn't listen to him. Yes, why should I listen to him?"

Holding Gulihana's palm slightly, Arthur clenched the wine glass tightly, his light green eyes were agitated, flashing like real anger:

"I want to tell everyone that my mother's son is better than everyone else. I want all the people in the Kingdom of Windsor to be grateful to her for giving birth to a powerful monarch like me. I can't lose, whether it is I can't lose for my mother or for you!"

(End of this chapter)