Father Mavie

On November 11, the nobles received good news.

The investigation team's activities have come to an end, and reports and complaints will no longer be accepted for the time being, which means that the large-scale inspection is about to end.

There is nothing more joyful than this. The nobles all have the feeling of seeing the blue sky through the clouds. In the half month since the investigation team was established, they were frightened. Every day, they were afraid of the investigation team members wearing black trench coats holding the The certificate appeared at the door.

The storm finally passed, and it was said that the second prince greeted Ma Wei.

During this investigation, countless officials were arrested. It is said that the evidence could fill the warehouses of London docks. The evidence is overwhelming, and not a single case was unjust, false or wrong.

The Scotland Yard police chief who had just taken office was suspended for investigation. Inspector Richard, who was transferred from Belfast, temporarily took over the position of chief. Not only city officials, but also the Royal Navy and the police underwent a major change.

Not too many members were affected, and the nobles gradually realized that Ma Wei was louder than the thunder, so they did not dare to attack them directly, and only focused on catching the minions below.
The darkness will eventually pass, and happy days should be celebrated. Earl Austin held a banquet at home and invited all the conservative nobles. This was also the grandest banquet since the death of the eldest prince.

After learning the news, Ma Wei understood that the opportunity had come.

The Royal Navy is fully prepared. Rokin and Saka returned to the Romanov Kingdom with half a white candle and a real pocket watch, and met with Katerina who was gathering troops at the border. As long as they received the news, They will summon Budge's divine kingdom.

Scotland Yard police, government officials, gangsters, Aurora Society, supernatural beings...all on standby.

Everything is ready.

"At 7 o'clock tonight, we will act according to the planned plan."

Finally, an order was sent from No. 9 Downing Street and passed on by Maomao.

The order was issued in the morning, and after sending it out, Mavey took Yunia to the Bourbon restaurant across the street for lunch.

The restaurant has long remembered the Prime Minister's preferences, and even Yunia's has not been forgotten. Fresh desserts are prepared for Yunia's arrival at noon every day, and today is no exception.

"You know I don't like desserts."

Yunia frowned as she looked at the fruit tower, puffs and a spoon-sized piece of mousse cake in front of her.

The interests and hobbies of the godhead are different from the personality, and the things they are good at are also different. The personality Yunia has to brush her teeth and wash her face every day under the supervision of Ma Wei. She must listen to stories to fall asleep. She will lose her temper without dessert and cannot leave the dessert shop. Movement. Yunia has none of these problems. She will change into pajamas, go to bed at a fixed time, take a shower before going to bed early, and can fall asleep without listening to stories.

Occasionally when Mavie gets up, she can be seen sitting at the dining table with a cup of coffee and reading the newspaper.

"Do you really want her to come back?"

"Don't get me wrong." Ma Wei said calmly: "I just don't want to arouse others' suspicion. She likes to eat snacks so much. If she suddenly stops eating, it will inevitably make people worry."

After hearing these words, Yunia's frown slightly relaxed, but the snacks in front of her still made her embarrassed.

If you don’t like it, you just don’t like it. The desserts in this restaurant are too sweet, with sugar added as if to kill them, and a thick layer of maple syrup poured on them. They look good, but they taste terrible.

But just like Ma Wei said, she likes it.

God's body cannot have any problems with eating. Putting aside pathological factors, taste is very important. Ma Wei did not allow her to waste food, so Yunia could only bite the bullet and swallow it.

Fortunately, the portion is not large, which is called exquisite in restaurant parlance, and it was eaten up in just a few bites.

"It's been a month."

Wiping his mouth, Ma Wei asked the waiter to bring hot tea and said to Yunia: "The deal between you and her is today, right?"

"Yes, today is the day."

Yunia ordered a cup of espresso without sugar or milk: "So you don't have to worry, she will wake up after tonight."

"How have you been feeling this month?"

"What does life feel like?"

"The feeling of being human."

".not bad."

Yunia recalled: "Eat, drink, have fun, don't worry about anything, it will be over in the blink of an eye."

Ma Wei smiled. As a goddess, Yunia certainly doesn’t have to work like ordinary people. Her role is more like a deterrent, like nuclear weapons. Placing them there without moving is enough to deter others. You only need to pay regular maintenance fees. .

"Do you think it's better to be a god or a human being?"

Yunia looked around. They were sitting in the middle of the restaurant. There were no other guests in the huge space. The waiter was standing in the distance, waiting for them to call.

"Does it make any difference to me whether I am a human or a god?" Yunia asked.

"Of course there is."

Ma Wei took a sip of hot tea and said slowly: "My daughter is a human, but the goddess of truth is a god."

"In your eyes, am I not a god?"

"The answer is up to you."

"What do you want me to be?"

Ma Wei didn't answer. He rang the bell to summon the waiter, took out two gold pounds and put them on the table. Then he picked up the bill, got up and walked out of the restaurant.

Yunia hurriedly chased after him. She did not ask further questions and was still thinking about the questions raised by Ma Wei.

Meanwhile, Kensington Palace.

"You are here again."

Looking at the visiting Baron Frederick, the second prince sighed. In the past few days, Baron Frederick had come to him no less than a dozen times, and every time he said some nonsense that he didn't want to pay attention to.
Is it over?

"Your Majesty, I bring you good news."

"The investigation team's operations have ceased," Baron Frederic said.

"Well, I had a chat with Nicholas the day before yesterday. It was effective, wasn't it?"

"Yes, it works." Baron Frederick nodded: "It's just that I don't understand, Your Majesty, why do you rely so much on Nicholas?"

"He is my prime minister."

"No, Your Majesty, you do not understand me."

Shaking his head slowly, Baron Frederick said in a serious tone: "I'm asking about the second prince I knew before. He was intelligent, wise, decisive and steady, and full of ambition and ambition, but I can't find him."

"Have I changed?"

"A lot has changed, which makes me feel strange. The former Second Prince would never entrust everything to Nicholas without even taking any precautions."

"You do not understand."

"Your Majesty, you can tell me, so that I can understand what you are thinking."

Baron Frederick took a step forward and asked, "Don't you think the Kingdom of Windsor is not important?"

"I am the king, how can I feel that the Kingdom of Windsor is not important?" Exhaling a puff of smoke, the second prince said quietly: "It is precisely because I value the kingdom and everything today that I handed over the power to Nicholas."

Baron Frederic cast a doubtful look.

"Let me ask you, is Nicholas an ordinary potions merchant?"

"He's definitely not ordinary."

"I also think so. A potion merchant who came all the way from Frederick's Kingdom maintains a good relationship with extraordinary creatures. He can get any scarce potion materials. It's hard for such a person to succeed without me. Come."

The second prince stood up, holding a cigar in his mouth, and led Baron Frederick to the bedroom, where he took off the portrait hanging on the wall. Behind it was a safe hidden in the wall.

Opening the safe, the second prince took out a file and threw it to Baron Frederick. After reading it, Baron Frederick's eyes widened: "This is..."

"The original investigators went to Frederick's Kingdom to give the real file."

The second prince said: "The file that Archbishop Brandon saw was forged by me. This one is the most authentic. The investigators are already sleeping underground, including the local official who leaked the information."

"Your Majesty, where did you get this from? This is conclusive evidence! Nicholas von Manstein's identity was forged!"

"There is no airtight wall in this world, Frederick. If you think a wall is airtight, you must be using the wrong tools."

The second prince said expressionlessly: "William V is obviously not as cautious and careful as Nicholas in doing things, and the people he trusts are not so reliable. A meal of wine and a few hundred gold pounds are all it takes."

"A few hundred gold pounds?" Baron Frederick said in shock: "Your Majesty, you only spent a few hundred gold pounds to get the information that the eldest prince, the third prince and the church failed to collect?!"

"The investigator I sent out was not drunk after a thousand drinks. He donated three hundred pounds to the charity fund-raising party of Mayor Freiberg's wife and got the opportunity to have dinner with the mayor. He got the mayor drunk. Later, he accidentally learned that William V wanted him to forge his identity.”

Baron Frederick's expression was very wonderful. The second prince actually hid this matter from him!

"Your Majesty, since you know Nicholas"

"Without Nicholas, it would be impossible for me to defeat Charles." The second prince interrupted: "Why do I dare to invest in Manstein Potion Company and support Nicholas at all costs? Is it because I am brave? No! It is because I have Be confident! I know that Nicholas will definitely win!"

"He is my only hope to defeat Charles!"

"Without him, I would be the one lying in the grave now!"

Approaching Baron Frederick, the second prince's cheek muscles twitched and he said with fierce eyes: "I can't lose, do you understand? I can't lose! I'm smarter than Charles and bolder than Andrew! I'm the one who deserves to sit in this position. The crown prince!"

Baron Frederick did not dare to breathe.

He underestimated the second prince.

Far underestimated.

"It turns out I won the bet."

The ferocious expression faded, and the second prince returned to his calm appearance. He took a puff of his cigar and said, "Nicholas did help me ascend to the throne. Now I am Shukri I, the real king."

"Coco is your Majesty"

Baron Frederick wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "After you become the king, why don't you report Nicholas to the church? He is a chess piece and can be thrown away after use!"

"Report Nicholas? Am I crazy? This is throwing myself into a trap!"

The second prince sneered disdainfully: "Use your brain, Frederick! Why did Nicholas come to London incognito? Is his target me? Of course not! His target is the church! This is what he and the Goddess of Destiny taught. Fight! It’s none of my business!”

"If Nicholas wins."

"If Nicholas wins, won't the Kingdom of Windsor need a king?"

The corners of his mouth rose and his smile became cunning. The second prince squinted his eyes and said, "No matter who wins or loses, the outcome will not change. The Kingdom of Windsor needs a king. No one knows this file or my plan."

Taking a candle, the second prince lit the document and destroyed it completely.

"Everyone who knew about this is dead. I am just a king who was kept in the dark."

Opening his mouth, Baron Frederick was stunned.

"Your Majesty, I.I."

"Don't worry, Frederick, you and I are like grasshoppers on a rope. Without me, you won't be able to bounce around for long. I won't tell you because I'm afraid you'll let it slip. By the way, the acting will be more realistic." .Remember to keep it secret, I have a feeling that Nicholas is about to take action, and the decisive battle will be in the near future."

Breathing a long sigh of relief, Baron Frederick's throat relaxed and he calmed down a little. He asked slightly curiously: "Your Majesty, how can you guarantee that Nicholas will choose you?"

"What do you mean if the Truth Church wins?"

The second prince shrugged: "I can't think of a reason why Nicholas wouldn't choose me."

"First of all, I was the one who brought Nicholas to the throne. I cooperated with him tacitly and gave him countless help."

"Secondly, I obey Nicholas's decision-making. I am an obedient king and will never oppose him."

"Aren't these reasons enough to convince him?"

The second prince could clearly see the cause and effect and entanglement between the church and the kingdom, the supernatural and the secular.

He knew that in the era when the gods came, royal power could not compete with divine power.

In this case, he would just be a free king.

As the old saying goes, the opponent of the church is the church, and the opponent of the extraordinary is the extraordinary. As long as ordinary people don't try to get involved, they can stay safe!

He is so obedient and sensible, Ma Wei has no reason to replace him!
Only then did Baron Frederick realize that the second prince's thoughts and wisdom were no worse than those of the eldest and fourth princes.

The sons born to Rhodes IV were not simple.

He looked away.

"Now you can see why I fully support Nicholas."

The second prince flicked the ash from his cigarette and took a deep breath: "You've been annoying me to death these days, Frederick. I beg you, please don't bother me again if you have nothing to do. Okay, father-in-law?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Baron Frederick smiled bitterly: "If you had told me this earlier, I would not have been against Nicholas until now."

"It's because you haven't positioned yourself properly. Whether it's the church or the devil, you can fill as much rice as you want in the bowl. Don't take yourself too seriously. The world will run the same without anyone else. Seize the opportunity when it comes. Stay, don’t let go even if you are bruised and bruised.”

"You're right, it's time for me to retire too."

"There is a horse racing meeting next Sunday. Anyway, you don't have an official position now. Remember to accompany me to attend."

"Yes."

"Stop being so sad. As long as I am here, the Frederick family will not decline. Stewart will inherit your position. A bright future is waiting for us!"

(End of this chapter)