Father Mavie

Chapter 513 Goodbye with the Fourth Prince (Please Subscribe!!!)

10pm, Regent's Park, Villas, 17.

Like the villas where the eldest prince and the second prince lived, Villa No. 17 is magnificent, with walls as white as milk jade, and shaped like a small palace. This is Arthur’s residence, his only property in London, and
His mother's only relic.

This villa was bought by Rhodes IV as a gift to Arthur's mother, and Arthur often lived here when he was a child.

It is worth mentioning that although the villas in the Regent's Park area are luxurious, they are not the permanent residences of the princes.

The official residence of Prince Charles is Clarence Palace not far from Buckingham Palace. The second prince lives in Kensington Palace in Chelsea. The third prince is the most favored and lives in St. James Palace, the residence of successive kings. Only Arthur There are no palace dwellings within the City of London.

Since returning to London, Arthur has been living in the villa left by his mother. Every weekend, King Rhodes IV will order the four of them to go to Windsor Castle in the southeast of London for family gatherings. To promote the relationship between relatives.

"Arthur."

With wet hair, Gulihana, who had just taken a shower, walked into the lounge wearing a nightgown, and said to Arthur who was sitting in front of the fireplace drinking alone: ​​"Aren't you asleep yet?"

"I'm not sleepy yet," said Arthur, gazing at the huge portrait hanging above the fireplace.

The portrait is a beautiful woman, she is sitting upright, with blond hair and blue eyes, with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, and her eyes are as gentle as if they can drip water.

Princess Sophia, Arthur's biological mother.

"Arthur, do you miss her again?" Gulihana walked up to her husband and held her husband's palm.

"In these years, there is not a day that I don't miss her."

Arthur picked up his wide-mouthed wine glass and took a sip of whiskey: "I know she's looking at me, in Avalon, which is full of flowers and covered with greenery"

"Does Avalon really exist?" Gulihana was skeptical: "I think it's just a legend."

"The gods have appeared, and of course Avalon also exists." Arthur said blankly: "That is a blessed island shrouded in mist. One day, I will find it, aren't you sleepy? Hurry up Go to bed, I'll be here in a while."

"Ah."

Gulihana was indeed a little sleepy. She yawned silently and walked out of the lounge. Arthur poured himself another glass of wine, faced the crackling fire, and stared at the woman in the portrait.

This villa is the last memorial that Princess Sophia left for him. Here, he can find traces of his mother's life, the luxurious palace where the eldest prince and the others live. Arthur doesn't care, and he doesn't want it either.

Since Arthur returned to London, Rhodes IV had mentioned more than once to build him a palace in the suburbs comparable to Clarence Palace and Kensington Palace, and Arthur refused each time.

In his opinion, those cold houses are far less important than this villa with memories. He does not fight for favor. From the day and moment when the arrow shot into his mother's chest, he no longer needs his father's favor. He does not envy his three elder brothers, no matter how much wealth they have acquired, how many people praise them, and how many people follow them.
Arthur never thought that he and them were a family. The so-called blood relationship was nothing more than an indelible bond. Arthur didn't care. His ambition was far greater than his desire.

The vicious Baron Frederick thinks that Arthur is an extremely dangerous man. He is right. Arthur does not fight for anything, not money, palace, father's praise, and brother's protection.
All indications are that Arthur is an ambitious man.

Only wild wolves who are waiting for an opportunity will lurk in the night and use the fat meat at their fingertips to hunt and kill bigger prey.

If possible, Baron Frederick would never want to provoke Arthur. This kind of person is terrible, and he will never give up until he achieves his goal. Once locked by him, there will be death or injury.

"Mother, wait a little longer, soon." Arthur lowered his eyebrows, "I will send them to see you."

"Princess Sophia has already been killed by them once. If you send them there, won't you kill Princess Sophia again?"

In the corner of the room, in the shadows, a familiar voice suddenly sounded.

Arthur's arm holding the wine glass paused slightly, and said without looking back: "Do you have a better way?"

"I know how to make potions from the souls of living people, so that they can die completely and disappear forever."

Arthur grinned: "Father, I haven't seen you for so long, you have become cruel."

"To deal with the enemy, we must cut the weeds and eradicate the roots, don't we?"

"Agree."

Arthur drank the spirits in the glass in one gulp, stood up and looked towards the corner. In the shadows there, several figures appeared at some point, completely integrated with the darkness, making it difficult to detect.

"Father, welcome back."

"Long time no see, Your Highness the Fourth Prince."

Ma Wei stepped out of the shadows, took off his hat and pressed it to his chest, saying sincerely: "Truth is supreme."

"I should not call you priest now, but should call you His Majesty the Pope." Arthur looked Ma Wei up and down, and asked, "Do I need to kneel down and kiss the back of your hand?"

"Your Highness, you really look down on me when you say that." Ma Wei responded with a smile: "I have never asked anyone to kneel down and kiss the back of my hand. It means that I should do this, I have power, this is a fact, there is no need to use this kind of behavior to satisfy my vanity, not before, and not in the future."

"Then what should I call you?"

"It's fine as before, Your Highness."

Staring into Mavi's eyes, Arthur raised his arm, placed it on his chest, nodded and said, "Father."

Ma Wei also pressed his chest, nodded and said, "Your Highness."

After the trial was over and he learned that Mavi was still the same Mavi without a major change in temperament, Arthur looked at the few people who came with him. Levin, Edward, and Junia had met each other a long time ago, and they simply greeted each other. Arthur's eyes lingered on Daniel.

"Who is this?"

Daniel took the initiative to step forward and performed a standard royal etiquette: "This is our first meeting, I am Daniel, the first crown prince of the Kingdom of Frederick."

"It turned out to be His Royal Highness the Crown Prince." Arthur suddenly realized, and replied: "If I guessed correctly, the three brothers Manstein should be the fake identities you pretended to be."

If Daniel didn't show up tonight, Arthur still wouldn't be able to guess the disguise of Mavey and the others. Once Daniel showed up, many mysteries would be solved immediately.

"Yes, we came to London more than a month ago, and we have already entered the camp of the second prince. To be on the safe side, we will not meet your Highness immediately." Ma Wei said.

After inviting Ma Wei and the others to sit down, Arthur said with emotion: "The action is very fast. In a month, I joined Shukry's camp and gained their trust. Why don't you choose Charles?"

"Because Your Highness, you have already joined the camp of Prince Charles. With you here, we don't need to join in."

"Where's Andrew?"

"On the side of the third prince." Ma Wei smiled: "Someone also broke into his camp, and it will play a role at critical moments."

Arthur nodded slowly, glanced at Levin who was rummaging through the wine cabinet, and pondered: "I am currently a marginal figure in Charles' camp, and they respect me very much, but that is a superficial phenomenon, and in the short term, they will not It's hard for Charles to fully trust me when I get to the core."

"You need a guide." Ma Wei said, "I'm here this time to discuss this matter with you."

"go on."

"I plan to forge a second false identity, pretend to be a nobleman, join the Nightingale Club, and gain the trust of the Grand Prince. After I gain the trust of the Grand Prince, I will give you a hand, Your Highness, and let you It also successfully entered the core of the prince's camp."

"It's like a relay. I'll lift you up first, and then you turn around and pull me." Arthur rubbed his earlobes and narrowed his eyes: "It is indeed possible, so Father, you want me to create a fake identity for you. Is it right?"

"That's right, Your Highness, you should have a way."

"In the Knights of the Round Table, there are several gentry. Father, you can disguise yourself as them and carry out activities in London."

Speaking of this, Arthur paused for a moment: "Who should I choose? I have to think carefully. Father, do you have any requirements?"

"First of all, this person must be trustworthy. Secondly, during my disguise, he must leave the Kingdom of Windsor or use another identity. He must not appear at the same time as me, even in a different place."

"Well, no problem, any more?"

"It's better to be a businessman, and not a gentry from the West Island. Try to avoid arousing the suspicion of the eldest prince."

The first two conditions are simple, but the third and fourth conditions suddenly narrow the range of choices.

Among the Knights of the Round Table formed by Arthur, most of them are nobles and gentry born and raised in the West Island. There are only a handful of members born and living in the East Island. Most of them are early members of the Knights of the Round Table. Gulihana is one of them. Among the others, eligible
"Gao Wen, there is only him."

(End of this chapter)