Father Mavie

Chapter 685 Killing Nicholas (two in one, please subscribe!!!)
"Entrust me to kill Nicholas von Manstein?"

In the dark room, Mr. Housekeeper is sitting on the sofa, stroking a black cat. The moonlight shining into the room from behind reflects his burly figure. The contrast between light and dark makes it impossible to see his appearance clearly. .

Opposite him stood a thin young man with his hat pressed to his chest and his waist straight. Although his head was slightly lowered and his tone was very respectful, his attitude was haughty.

"Yes, can you do it? And at what cost?"

"Why did you kill Nicholas von Manstein?"

"Everyone says that Mr. Housekeeper always pays attention to the rules. Why did you start asking around when you came to my place?" The young man said lightly, "According to the rules, you shouldn't ask me why. Give me an answer if you can or not." .”

"Don't get me wrong"

Mr. Steward chuckled: "The rules are the rules, but everyone knows who Nicholas von Manstein is. He is now the church's treasure and the key protection object. To kill him, the price is very heavy. .”

"State your terms."

"This is not a problem that money can solve." Mr. Steward shook his head: "I will send someone to inform you of the specific conditions later. Of course, if I fail to fulfill the agreement and kill Nicholas, I will not charge the price."

The young man hesitated for a moment: "You should understand the consequences of doing something to Nicholas, right?"

"of course."

"In this case, I will wait for the good news."

The young man put on his hat, turned around and left the room. Mr. Butler sat on the sofa and meditated for a moment, then suddenly got up and said to the little dwarf who was huddled in the corner: "Get ready for the carriage, I'm going into town!"

Late night, central London, poker club.

"Hahaha! I won again!"

Guy Moran turned over his hole card, an ace of spades, matched with the top card on the table, he made a flush and won the bet.

This victory allowed him to take over all the funds on the table, which amounted to two thousand pounds, making him a fortune.

Just when he was happy, a male servant walked over quickly and whispered something in his ear.

Guy Moran frowned, then smiled, took a cigar in his mouth, stood up and said to the friends who gambled: "Everyone, play slowly, I have something to do."

Everyone has a good luck, and the friends Guy Moran often plays cards with have made a lot of money. We are all acquaintances, and we know that Guy Moran will not leave the game when his luck is hot. If he leaves suddenly, it must be There is something big.

With a cigar in his mouth, Guy Moran walked into the backstage with a gloomy face, went up to the second floor, pushed open the door of the study, and met Mr. Butler.

"Colonel Moran!" Mr. Butler hurriedly lowered his head, and said with trepidation, "I'm sorry to disturb you so late."

"As I said, don't come to me in person unless it's something special." Guy Moran sat down on the sofa and said angrily, "I'm feeling hot, and you disturbed me. Tell me, what happened? "

"Just now, a young man came to me and wanted to entrust me to kill Nicholas von Manstein. I agreed, but before doing it, I still have to ask for your instructions. It's too late to regret it now."

"Kill who? Nicholas?" Guy Moran was stunned for a moment: "Who is so bold? Dare to attack Nicholas in London? Do you want to die?"

If we say that in the past six months, the hottest figure in London is none other than Nicholas von Manstein.

There are many people who dislike him, but none of them have the guts to assassinate him.

The reason is simple, Nicholas is behind the church, the pope and the archbishop attach great importance to him, not to mention whether he can be killed, but the chain reaction after killing him.
In all London, who can bear it?
The Church of the Three Goddesses of Fate, who is furious, hasn't turned London upside down?
At that time, all gangsters and underground black markets, whether suspected or not, will be arrested and interrogated one by one!

Every dog ​​that passes by gets a slap in the face!

Don’t say such stupid things as dead people are worthless. Nicholas is of great significance to the church. If he died and the church didn’t respond at all, who would dare to join the church?

Again.
Nicholas is dead, but the Manstein Potions Company is still alive!
Will the successor, Felix von Manstein, let it go?
Taking action against Nicholas in London is definitely a stupid decision.
Guy Moran looked at Mr. Steward in shock, feeling that his brain was flooded, and he dared to take this kind of hot potato
"Who is the client?"

"It's under investigation and there are no results yet, but those are the only ones who have the guts to hire us to attack Nicholas."

"You..." Guy Moran asked out of his doubts: "Why did you agree to the other party's request? Don't you know the importance of Nicholas to the church?"

"I know, but Colonel Moran. Recently, the Manstein Potion Company has developed too fast. They are growing rapidly like an inflated hot air balloon. I heard that during the recent trip to Paris, Nicholas We also asked the extraordinary creatures to help."

Mr. Steward said: "If the Manstein Potion Company continues to expand like this, the Church of the Goddess of Destiny will also become stronger, which is not good for our future plans."

"Well, you are right." Guy Moran nodded: "It is indeed time to curb the development momentum of the Manstein Potion Company, but even so, it is not enough to kill Nicholas von Mansch Tan Yin's level, he is not guilty of death."

"What do you mean, Colonel?"

"I mean, you go back first, let me think about it."

".Yes."

"How's the lab rebuild going?"

"The address has been found, and it is being renovated, and it is expected to take a while."

"Are those experts honest?"

Mr. Housekeeper said with a smile: "At the beginning, he was dishonest. He kept making noises to leave and threatened us. Some chemistry professors even made a bomb. After starving them for a few days, they stopped resisting. Jack and the others stared at us. Come on, nothing will happen."

Speaking of Jack, Guy Moran asked, "Besides Jack, how many people are available on your side?"

"There are also the dwarf and the smoker. The dwarf has been following me, and the smoker was sent by me to follow Russell Benjamin."

"Anything going on with Russell Benjamin?"

"No, it is only known that he, the fourth prince and the Marquess of Bracken went to the northern part of the kingdom and the West Island, and negotiated with the local nobles and councilors."

"Call him back, now is the time when there is a shortage of manpower, don't worry about Russell Benjamin."

After staring at Xiao Xiao for three months, I found nothing. Although Guy Moran didn't say it clearly, he expressed his meaning very clearly.

Obviously, the smoker is not his opponent at all, he can't play with him, and he is played around. Instead of wasting time, he should be called back quickly and used for other purposes.

After Mr. Steward left, Colonel Moran called his men and asked them to go to the Covent Royal Opera House and change the show to "The Merchant of Venice" tomorrow night.

next day evening
Guy Moran met Professor James Morea on time at the Opera House.

"Why are you looking for me?"

The music from the audience sounded, and in the box with the curtains closed, Professor Morea asked, "Is there something wrong with the housekeeper?"

"Yes, last night"

Guy Moran explained in detail what happened last night that Mr. Steward was entrusted to kill Nicholas. He couldn't decide on such an important matter without authorization, and he still had to ask Professor Morea for instructions.

Hearing that there was another problem in the laboratory, James Morea calmed down and said in a deep voice: "According to the rules, the Doomsday Party cannot interfere with the basic operation of human society, but Nicholas von Manstein and the potion Relevant, just within the scope of the doomsday party's interference."

"But Nicholas is a human being, a human being who has not been blessed by the goddess, we can't do it rashly, um"

For a while, James Morea was also a little uncertain. He roughly guessed who entrusted Mr. Steward to kill Nicholas. There were only a few suspected and courageous ones. Combined with the current situation, the scope was further narrowed.
Killing Nicholas is fine, the question is, what good does killing Nicholas do them?
Once Nicholas is killed, London will definitely be turned upside down by the church. Even if Mr. Steward can escape arrest, the underground black market will be completely destroyed. They must charge a high enough price to agree to the young man's request.

No one wants to lose money, and James Morea is no exception.

"Professor, do you think we should accept this commission?"

"Yes, why not?"

While admiring the performance, James Morea said: "If you want to blame it, blame Nicholas for choosing the church instead of the Doomsday Party. This is his own fault, but before doing anything, you still have to follow the rules and explain the situation of the Doomsday Party to him. Depends on his reaction."

"If he is like-minded with us after knowing the existence of the Doomsday Party, then naturally there is no need to kill him. Otherwise, we must get rid of him!"

"Mr. Butler, do you want to do something to me?"

The grocery store, the kitchen, and Ma Wei, who was having dinner, listened to Fat Ju's report, showing a surprised look: "Does he know that it is the laboratory we attacked?"

"I don't know." Fat Orange said, "Mr. Steward wants to assassinate you, because someone entrusted him. I have already investigated the identity of the other party. He is a friend of the younger brother's friend of the housemaid of the Marquess of Bracken. He works in a government agency because he likes to gamble." , I owe a lot of money, if something goes wrong, as long as this line is cut off, it won’t get burned.”

"The eldest prince wants me to die."

"Yes, he wants you dead."

"Okay, this shows that I have put a lot of pressure on him." Ma Wei drank tomato beef brisket soup, took a bite of bread and said, "Did Mr. Steward agree to the other party's commission?"

"He went to ask Colonel Moran for instructions last night, and Colonel Moran went to see James Morea tonight. The performance hasn't ended yet, so I don't know the result." Fat Orange thought for a while and said, "As long as James Morean Rhea is not an idiot, he would not have accepted this commission."

"What if he accepts the entrustment?" Levin, who was busy with work, raised his head: "The enemy is in the dark and we are in the light. The disadvantage is too great! The most important thing is that we can't use magic!"

London is not Mosk, even if there is magic, it cannot be used. On weekdays, Ma Wei is either Junia or Edward, why?
Just afraid of being assassinated!

The advantage of doing this is that there will be no major accidents, and the disadvantage is that once an accident occurs, it is likely to expose the fact that you know magic!
"Tomorrow I will go to Archbishop Brandon and ask him to arrange some guards by my side."

After taking the last sip of soup, Ma Wei picked up the napkin and wiped his mouth: "As long as the domain of immortality is always activated, there is no need to worry about being assassinated."

"Will Archbishop Brandon arrange guards for you?" Levin frowned.

"The church of the Three Goddesses of Fate seems to be hostile to each other, but in fact they can unite at critical moments, otherwise there would have been infighting." Ma Wei said: "As for the guards, they can be selected from among the demon hunters. It's not that difficult."

Even without Archbishop Brandon, with Mavi's current status in the church, it would be no problem to mobilize a few squads of witchers. The Pope gave him this power.

The next day, Ma Wei came to St. Paul's Cathedral early. Today is the day when the first batch of extraordinary herbs are picked. Besides him, Archbishop Brandon is also going to the small town of Baconsfield.

Archbishop Brandon was very excited. Perhaps it was the thriving potion market that made him see the hope of competing for the Pope's position. In recent days, he even ate less sleepy toast. After all, toast can only bring him fantasy, and Reality can only approach that position.

"Arrange some guards for you?"

On the train to the small town of Baconsfield, after hearing Mawei's request, Archbishop Brandon was taken aback, and immediately agreed: "It's no problem, I said before that I will arrange guards for you, but you have not Agreed, why do you want it now?"

"There are a lot of people, and now I'm going to run for a councilor. Is it possible that some people jump over the wall and do something irrational?" Ma Wei sighed, "It's safer to have guards by my side, at least psychologically."

"It's not just psychological." Archbishop Brandon said with a smile: "I will arrange the three most elite witcher squads to protect you 24 hours a day. In addition, I will also notify the Scotland Yard police. Intensified patrols where you travel, and"

"Now you have enough status to enter the church's treasury and choose a suitable transcendent item for self-defense. The pope expressed the same idea with me two days ago, and I haven't had time to tell you yet."

"Choose a supernatural item from the church for self-defense?"

"Yes, the most important clergy to the church, such as archbishops and cardinals, can obtain supernatural items for self-defense, and you are no exception. It's just that you have special conditions and can only carry some passive defensive items that are activated all year round."

Archbishop Brandon pondered: "I remember that there is a suitable extraordinary item in the treasure house."

(End of this chapter)