"Meow!"
Fat Orange Xiao Hei kicked his legs, avoided the waving arms of the Witch Spirit Puppet, and returned to Ma Wei.
The wizard puppet, which was covered in scars and had almost no good flesh on its body, breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, it no longer had to worry about two 'lice' jumping around. Just when it was about to continue killing...
Suddenly he saw a bottle pointed at him.
"Ouch!!!"
To Ma Wei's surprise, the moment the Witch Spirit Puppet saw the glass bottle clearly, it howled and ran away in terror, as if it had seen some terrible devil. The door crashed.
pity...
It's too late.
Ma Wei continued to inject power into the magic circle, and the suction power of the bottle became stronger and stronger. The Witch Spirit puppet, which could barely struggle forward one second, stopped in place the next second, unable to move. Even if it tried its best, it could not move. Get rid of the bottle.
It was as if countless arms were firmly grasping its body, trying to drag it into the abyss of hell.
There was a strong wind in the entrance hall, and even the floor was lifted up, leaving debris, dust, and pieces of wood...
Countless debris was sucked into the bottle, and in the end, even the body of the house groaned on the verge of collapse.
The Witch Spirit Puppet no longer had a place to draw strength from, and its huge body soared into the air together with the soil under its feet. Its frightened eyes kept glancing towards the kitchen, as if hoping that the master who summoned it would lend a helping hand.
but....
Gilbert Wilkin did nothing.
Whoosh!
The Witch Spirit Puppet was sucked into the bottle, Ma Wei put the cork on it, and the strong wind subsided instantly. Through the glass, you could still see the palm-sized Witch Spirit Puppet continuously knocking on the bottle, making a silent roar.
It was not the time to study monsters yet. Ma Wei put the glass bottle in his arms and opened the kitchen door with Yunia and Fat Orange Xiaohei.
Gilbert Wilkin, who was trying to climb out of the narrow window, heard the movement behind him. His arms stiffened, he turned around and jumped off the table. He calmly brushed off the dust on his clothes, sat on a chair and said hello. gestures:
"Please sit down, Father, we can finally have a talk."
"Don't you like wasting time?"
"Oh, I really don't like it, but it depends on the situation. I was really too arrogant just now..."
Gilbert Wilkin twirled his beard and tried his best to act like a gentleman: "It turns out that I misjudged your strength, Father, so I sincerely apologize to you now. I hope you will not remember the faults of others." , so that we can make transactions calmly."
There was no cruel words or incompetent rage. Gilbert Wilkin was very aware of his current situation and his attitude was extremely low.
To provoke an enemy who is obviously stronger than oneself is either mentally ill or deliberately seeking death.
Gilbert doesn't want to die and his brain circuitry is normal, so he wants to talk to Mavi.
And Ma Wei did have a lot of questions to ask him.
"Which church are you a member of?"
"The Kingdom of Voodoo, the Witch God Cult." Gilbert said: "Three years ago, during an overseas voyage, I accidentally encountered a storm and the fleet was shipwrecked. I was lucky enough not to die. I carried a piece of driftwood and floated to Voodoo. Kingdom, where after living for a period of time, he became a believer in the Witch God Cult."
three years ago....
storm?
"On which route did you encounter the storm?"
"On the 22° south latitude - 33° south latitude route, I was going to Port Elizabeth to buy goods. I was halfway through the voyage, and when I was about to go around the dead sea, I was suddenly hit by a storm. The draft of the ship without cargo was too shallow, let alone Being able to lower the sails immediately resulted in the annihilation of the entire army.”
Gilbert said frankly: "That was on October 1st three years ago. I remember it very clearly."
Hearing this, Ma Wei narrowed his eyes.
Three years ago, the St. Martial fleet where he originally served was also planning to return to the Kingdom of Windsor from 22° south latitude to 33° south latitude. It also encountered a storm midway. The time and place were right.
As for why the Saint-Martial fleet was able to survive the storm safely, there are only three reasons. First, there was a lot of looted cargo on the ship, which almost filled the bottom hold. Second, the tonnage of the ships they used was far greater than that of ordinary merchant ships. As for the third, it was also the most important reason....
The Saint-Martial fleet had experienced sailors and captains. Seeing that the sky suddenly became gloomy and dark, the sailors jumped on the mast and furled the sails without the commander's order.
When seemingly accidental conditions combine, the result must be inevitable.
"When did the gods of the Wushen Cult arrive?"
"The night before yesterday."
"The Kingdom of Voodoo is far away from the Kingdom of Windsor. How did you know about this?"
"oracle."
Gilbert took out a palm-sized wooden statue from his pocket and placed it in front of Ma Wei: "When Dambala, the god of Voodoo, comes, he will enlighten the believers through the statue. All believers who own the statue can get it. His gifts..."
As he spoke, his voice gradually became softer and his eyes flickered. While thinking, he couldn't help but raise his eyes to look at Ma Wei, and then he smiled: "Father, look, I know everything I know, and I will tell you everything. Please show me your noble hand, forgive me." With my life, I can swear in the name of Dambala, the god of voodoo, that from now on, wherever you appear, I will stay away."
"Don't worry, I haven't finished my question yet." Looking at his facial expression, Ma Wei grinned: "Did the magic you used come from the Witch God Cult?"
"certainly."
"The bottle responsible for containing the spirit puppet was also given to you by the Witch God Cult?"
Gilbert nodded and replied without hesitation: "Well, I brought the bottle back three years ago. As for the spirit puppet, I made it myself last night. If you need it, Father, I can give you the formula. "
"show me."
Gilbert immediately reached into his arms, took out a piece of yellow paper that had been corroded by the sea wind, and handed it to Ma Wei with both hands.
The language used on the yellow paper was not the language of the Kingdom of Windsor, but some kind of ancient writing. Every character seemed to be painted on it, and Ma Wei didn't recognize it at all.
"I couldn't understand it at first," Gilbert said, "but I found a local to translate it into the words we use, which is at the bottom."
Skipping the ghostly symbols on it, Ma Wei saw familiar words at the bottom of the yellow paper.
[Spirit puppet is a kind of soul body that is invisible to the naked eye. It requires 1 pound of Hague root, 2 ounces of Patchouli, and one less than one month old baby...]
Ma Wei suddenly didn’t want to read any more.
He lifted the shade of the kerosene lamp, placed the yellow paper on the flame, lit it, and watched it turn into a handful of ashes and fall.
Seeing this scene, Gilbert's Adam's apple squirmed and he wanted to say something, but thinking of his situation, he swallowed it back.
"What doctrine does your Witch God Sect believe in?" Ma Wei asked softly, staring at the faint and rising flames.
"All things are animistic. Vodou means soul in the local area. Spiritualism is the most commonly used method, so I was able to prepare for a rainy day three years ago and bring back the bottle and formula."
"oh?"
Ma Wei was a little curious: "Does the Witch God Sect know the time of the god's arrival before the god's arrival?"
"Yes." A trace of fire flashed in Gilbert's eyes: "It's amazing, isn't it? I find it incredible too, but everything happened according to the priest's prediction!"
"No wonder..."
Ma Wei looked at Gilbert's chest: "If you want to use the power of God's gift, do you have to go through the magic circle?"
"Well...not entirely, it depends on the specific situation."
Gilbert frowned and considered, "If you just want to eliminate the pain and strengthen your physique, you can do it without a magic circle. The magic circle can maximize the power of gifts and achieve many miracles that you can't even imagine. "
"How many magic circles do you have?"
"There are only two. One is the bottle you are holding in your hand, Father, and the other is the magic circle tattooed on my chest by the priest. My status in the Witch God Religion is not high, so I can only have access to these."
Lifting his clothes, Gilbert revealed the tattoo on his chest, which was completely engraved in his flesh and could not be taken away.
"Father, can I leave? I have answered all your questions..."
"Okay, I'll give it to you."
Mavey pulled out the old-fashioned flintlock gun hidden in his waist and pointed it at Gilbert's head.
"Father!!!"
Gilbert screamed: "You are a man of truth!"
"What I believe in is the truth, not the Holy Mother."
boom!
