Father Mavie

9 Downing Street, the official residence of the Prime Minister.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

In the smoky room, Prime Minister Winston sat slumped in a chair, coughing with a cigar in his hand, and frowning at the confidential government affairs in his hand.

Perhaps feeling that the air in the house was too turbid, Winston picked up the bell on the corner of the table and rang it vigorously, while shouting outside the house: "Open the window!"

click
The door of the room was opened, and the hard heels of his shoes creaked on the floor. A pair of pale palms pushed open the window, and he sat opposite Winston.

"His Majesty?"

Seeing the person coming, Winston was startled, and quickly sat up: "Why are you here?"

"You should smoke less." Rhode IV glanced at the overflowing ashtray and said, "I am very worried about your current physical condition. Although the church can use immortality magic, they cannot take care of you all the time. You, it would be bad if you suddenly appeared in danger someday."

"Your Majesty, this is one of the few pleasures I have." Winston said with a wry smile: "Smoking and drinking, what else do I like? Oh, painting portraits of beauties occasionally is one of them."

"No matter what, you should pay more attention to your body. I am already old, and you are still in your prime."

"Thank you Your Majesty for your concern, I will drink less wine."

Lord Rhodes IV knew that Winston was addicted to alcohol and tobacco, and he always kept a cigar in his left pocket, while his right pocket held a cigar cutter and a lighter, so that he could have a nice sip anytime, anywhere.

There is nothing to blame for this preference. As the prime minister, there is nothing wrong with liking cigarettes. As long as he wants to, he can smoke endless cigars.

"I came to you to ask about the women's union." Rhodes IV said, "These topics are not convenient to discuss in the palace, so I came here."

"Women's Union." Winston took a sip of his cigar and said, "To be honest, Your Majesty, the day before yesterday I sent someone to His Royal Highness the Fourth Prince to convey our intentions. Just yesterday, the Educators' Association formally rejected Chevalier. The duke applied for the establishment of a school for girls, but I learned that the duke of Chevalier did not give up on this, but set up a school to teach women publicly”

Rhodes IV frowned: "Oh, so she still refuses to give up?"

"Not only did she refuse to give up, she also established a newspaper office, which seems to be preparing to publish newspapers." Winston said, "Your Majesty, it's time for you to talk to her."

"I can't persuade her."

Rhodes IV shook his head slowly. He knew Freya's character very well. After all, he had watched Freya grow up. When Freya decided to do something, no one could pull her back. This is the case with the establishment of the Women's Union this time.

The last trace of luck in his heart disappeared, and Rhodes IV looked out of the window sadly: "If women are allowed to participate in politics, it will break the existing political structure. This is not good news."

Who knows what will happen if women are allowed to participate in politics.

For those in power, nothing happens for the best.

"What should I do next?" Winston asked: "Your Majesty, I have nothing to stop Duke Chevalier."

"Um"

Rhodes IV took a deep breath, his eyes gradually changed from sorrow to firmness, as if he had made up his mind: "I hope the Doomsday Party can help us."

"The Doomsday Party?" Winston said in shock, "Your Majesty, you asked the Doomsday Party to help, could it be?"

"There's nothing to be surprised about." Rhodes IV turned his head, his eyes were cold, and he said expressionlessly: "I love Sophia so much, she is my heart, and I regard her as more important than my life, but For the sake of the Kingdom of Windsor, I have to send someone to kill her, all this is to create a king who can lead the Kingdom of Windsor to the peak! Charles and Shukri are just his stepping stones, including me, too."

Winston was silent, and said after a while: "What the Doomsday Party said may not be right."

"The doomsday party? Oh, I have no way out! If this continues, the Windsor royal family will only become a vassal of the church! I can't let the inheritance of the ancestors be broken in my hands!"

Rhodes IV said coldly: "I regard Freya as my daughter, but she has disobeyed me again and again. For the sake of the Kingdom of Windsor, I can only reluctantly part with her. Do you think I am cruel?"

"...A qualified monarch will never be troubled by personal affairs." Winston said.

"My ability is limited. If I had been more vicious at the beginning, I wouldn't have such a powerful enemy as Mavie Enders." Rhodes IV looked down at his hands, "I have to bear at least [-]% of the responsibility for the rise of the Church of Truth. I must make up for this mistake."

Whether Rhodes IV's choice was correct, Winston didn't know, but he always felt that being entangled with the Doomsday Party was not a good thing.

As a prime minister, he hopes to see the Kingdom of Windsor flourish and become better, but what Rhodes IV has done will instead plunge the Kingdom of Windsor into civil strife.

Once it fails.
The consequences could be disastrous.

Secondly, Winston did not expect Rhodes IV to be so ruthless. He watched Duke Chevalier grow up. Even so, he still wanted to kill him, just like the much-loved Princess Sophia back then.
"Go ahead, Winston, contact Professor Morea and ask him to meet."

"Yes."

7pm, Covent Royal Opera House, Box 1.

"You want to get rid of the Duke Chevalier?"

Listening to Rhodes IV's request, James Morea showed a surprised expression: "Isn't she very close to you, just like a biological father and daughter?"

"Yes, I dote on her very much, and I promised her father to take good care of her." Rhodes IV showed a sad expression: "But she is too rebellious, I have given her several opportunities, she They refused to turn around, and they were determined to oppose me, and I didn't want to do this, but there was no other way. The Kingdom of Windsor cannot be chaotic."

James Morea frowned deeply, bowed his head in silence, and was not in the mood to listen to the loud singing below.

The doomsday party has rules.

For an ordinary person like Freya, the Doomsday Party must not attack him for no reason, unless the other party still chooses to block it after knowing the Doomsday Party, then it will be regarded as a threat and cleared.

According to the rules, James Morea should not accept the entrustment of Rhodes IV, but the other party is the king after all, and will carry out closer cooperation in the future, so it is really difficult to refuse in person.

"Your Majesty, Duke Chevalier is just an ordinary person, why don't you choose another method?"

James Morea wondered: "As a king, you should have many ways to get rid of her. You don't have to choose us."

"I regard Freya as my daughter, so how can I bear to attack her?"

Rhodes IV said sincerely: "Only by asking you, can I be out of sight and out of mind. Why, don't you agree?"

"I need to think about it."

"I didn't think about it when I chose to help you." Rhodes IV said coldly, "Can't you satisfy such a simple request?"

Upon hearing this, James Morea knew that he had no way out. He had already reached this point. If he did not agree, he might have a conflict with the king, which would affect the plan of the Doomsday Party.

"I understand. Since your Majesty is determined to do so, I will convey the request of the Doomsday Party to Duke Chevally. If she disagrees, we will get rid of her."

"Okay, that's it."

After talking with the king, the opera was only halfway through. James Morea left Box 1, came to Box 3, opened the door, and Colonel Moran sat in and tasted the red wine with an intoxicated expression on his face.

"Humph!"

"professor?"

Guy Moran opened his eyes and saw James Morea standing in front of him, trembling with fright: "Have you finished talking with the king?"

After closing the door, James Morea sat down and said: "The talk is over, Your Majesty asked me to get rid of the Duke of Chevalier, and you arrange for Mr. Steward to do it."

"Mr. Steward."

Guy Moran licked his lips: "Professor, Jack has disappeared and there has been no news for half a month. I guess he may have been killed."

"Jack is dead?" James Morea's eyelids twitched, "Didn't he get the ghost doctor Dolittle's weapon? How could he disappear? Demon hunters don't have such strength!"

"I think so too, so I haven't dared to report to you." Guy Moran said: "The power that can make Jack evaporate from the world is at least at the level of gods. In London, there are only three goddesses who can do it, but I After some inquiries, no one in the church knew about it!"

"Jack either defected, or provoked an existence comparable to a god."

James Morea's face was so gloomy that he could drip water: "In addition to the three goddesses, there are also ancient gods operating in London. If they make a move, it will not be difficult to get rid of Jack quietly. Forget it, leave him alone for now, butler Is there no other man available, sir?"

"There are dwarves and smokers, and smokers are more suitable for long-range sniping."

"To be on the safe side, send both of them out, and don't have any problems this time!"

"Yes Yes."

"The assassination of Nicholas von Manstein failed. He is surrounded by demon hunters. It is unwise to continue wasting his power. Tell the eldest prince that this commission is over and ask him to hire another wise man."

"Understood. By the way, professor, didn't the Doomsday Party reach a contract with the ancient gods, and the two sides would not interfere with each other?" Guy Moran asked curiously: "Since it is mutual non-interference, it is impossible for the ancient gods to do anything to Jack. I will not break the contract!"

"That is, there are other transcendent beings who are comparable to gods lurking in London. This is not surprising. The power in London is intricate, and no one knows what is hiding in the dark."

James Morea waved his hand impatiently: "Your Majesty has given us a difficult problem. Fortunately, Duke Chevally has not been blessed by the gods. Deal with her according to the rules. Don't treat her like Nicholas von Manstein. Something went wrong like that! You supervise yourself!"

"As ordered."

At noon, in the dead of night.

The misty mist covered the bright moon, and the sky full of stars could not penetrate the thick fog covering London. On the dark and damp street, an orange figure shuttled in the darkness. His plump body was as vigorous and light as a bird, and he slowly walked away from the demon. Passing in front of the demon hunter who was watching the surroundings, he swaggered off the roof and slipped into the open window of the kitchen.

The demon hunter who opened his magic eye did not notice the figure of the orange cat, because the other party was lurking in the darkness like a quagmire, shuttling through the night without making a sound.

In the bedroom on the second floor of the grocery store, Ma Wei, who had just fallen asleep, felt something heavy pressing his body, causing him to have difficulty breathing and unable to move.

After struggling in his sleep for a while, Ma Wei suddenly left the dream, opened his eyes, and met a fat orange lying on his chest with its claws curled up.

"you"

"I?"

"busy?"

"Something happened."

Fat Orange let Ma Wei pick it up and put it aside, yawned and said, "There is news from Friday."

"It seems to be in charge of inquiring about the palace on Friday, right?"

"Yes, said Friday, Rhodes IV went to 9 Downing Street this morning, and then went to Covent Royal Opera House tonight, and then Guy Moran of the Poker Club sent someone to Windsor The town sent a message to Mr. Steward"

"Rhodes IV went to find James Morea." Mavi nodded and sighed: "It's not a good sign that he suddenly contacted James Morea. Leya's done it, come to think of it, isn't No. 9 Downing Street under surveillance by cats?"

"There are no cats inside No. 9 Downing Street because they don't keep pets. I only arranged for cats to monitor them outside. Unfortunately, the sound insulation of the Prime Minister's residence is so good that it is difficult to eavesdrop."

The cat cat army can play a great role, but they are not omnipotent.

"I know Freya's identity, so I didn't rush to wake you up. Instead of worrying about her, I should worry about Mr. Steward." Fat Orange said, "Lord IV is really a cruel person. Freya and him The relationship is so close, others say they are the same as father and daughter, the result? It's really chilling."

"Rhodes IV is a person who is extremely indifferent to feelings. Rather than saying that he is ruthless, it is more like coldness, or disregard for life."

"He's more like a devil than a devil." The fat orange beard twitched, as if sneering: "What are you going to do next? Do you want to remind Freya?"

"Remind her what to do. According to the rules of the Doomsday Party, the killer will definitely contact Freya in advance. Only when Freya refuses their request will it progress to the assassination step."

Ma Wei grabbed the cup on the bedside and took a sip of cold water: "The doomsday party and the ancient gods. Let them eat dogs!"

"Well, then I'm leaving."

After delivering the message, Fat Ju got up and shook his hair, and jumped out of bed to leave. Suddenly, he picked it up by the waist with both hands and threw it on the bed.

"What are you doing?" Fat Orange looked at Ma Wei who suddenly started, and took a step back: "You don't have any special hobbies like Jacob Valentine, do you?"

"If I had a special hobby, I would have done it to you long ago, why wait until now?"

Fat Ju thought about it, and his heart was relieved: "Then why are you stopping me?"

"You are my cat after all. You are out all day, and you can accompany me for a night occasionally?"

"I'm a cat with a cat"

Fat Ju said lightly: "If you like the obedient type, you should go to Xiao Hei, I'm not that kind of coquettish bitch."

"speak English."

"Ten quid a night."

"Are you short of money to open such a big fishing company?"

"It's all the money of the cat army. My daily salary is the same as other cats. It's three small dried fish, half a catty of minced meat and a can."

"Then why do you want money?"

"can't get enough"

"what?"

"It's okay! Are you going to give it or not?" Fat Orange said with a straight face, "If you don't, I'll leave!"

"Fortunately, I have a small treasury."