Noon, suburbs.
Crack!
Ma Wei struck a match and threw it into the hole with the mouse corpse in front of him.
As soon as the flames came into contact with the kerosene, a huge fire broke out, accompanied by bursts of black smoke and an intense heat wave.
Standing at the edge of the pit, Ma Wei stared at the flames, his face sullen, his eyes flickering, thinking about what had just happened.
After leaving Mrs. Ant's house, they went to the homes of several clients and found the same situation.
The ratio of cursed rats to normal rats is about 1:10 and has not yet spread.
These also corroborated his previous conjectures.
If the source of the curse cannot be found...
Then, there will be a large-scale plague.
"Xiao Hei."
"Here he is!"
Xiao Hei, who was sniffing wild flowers and weeds, ran over: "Master, what are your orders, meow?"
"This is a rare visit to Wexford City, where you can deepen your relationship with the stray cats on the streets."
"Master, do you want the Cat Legion to expand?"
Xiao Hei tilted his head and said: "Brother is already arranging missionary cats for this matter. They should be out in the near future..."
"I asked you to inquire about the information about the curse. We are outsiders after all, and we don't know as much as the local cats." Ma Wei frowned: "As for the expansion plan of the Cat Legion...why don't I know? "
"Big brother said it's still training. It won't be too late to tell the owner when it's ready..."
The Church of Truth cannot be limited to one-third of an acre in New Ross City, and similarly, the Cat Legion cannot be limited to it.
Almost everything Ma Wei did was related to expansion, and he also figured out that if the Church of Truth wanted to expand, it would be best to take advantage of this curse.
Since everyone is afraid of mice, the natural enemies of mice, cats and cats, will definitely usher in spring. Of course, dogs can also catch mice. Many people have even been training dogs to catch mice, but the problem is...
When catching mice, controllable cats > controllable dogs.
Most people hate cats because cats are too aloof, like to steal food, and are not as affectionate as dogs.
However, cats have small bodies and small appetites. They don’t need to worry too much, and they don’t have a big financial burden. If they can be domesticated, they are actually very suitable for domestic pets.
For ordinary people from less well-off families, controllable cats are definitely good at catching mice and insects.
The Cat Legion gives the cat race controllability. When order is established, cats and humans can form an interdependent relationship. In this way...
The Truth Church can gain three major benefits:
1. Economic pressure is relieved.
2. The Cat Legion is equivalent to the spy agents in various cities. They have established a huge intelligence network. No disturbance can escape their eyes.
3. The increasing power of faith can provide Yunia with more strength.
As for the problem of cat reproduction, there is no need to worry too much.
With the ancient alchemical magic in Siren's Tears, cats can be castrated painlessly, and the reproduction rate is controllable.
For example, on Friday, its crime tools were directly confiscated. Can it still do something to Xiaomei?
But this is all a story for later. With the current size of the Cat Legion, it has not yet reached the point where magic is needed to control the number. Expansion is the issue that should be considered at the moment.
When the fire in the pit gradually subsided and the rat carcasses were almost burned, Levin picked up a shovel, filled it back with soil, and stepped on it firmly.
"Boss, where should we go next?"
"Yunia, are you hungry?"
"Hungry..."
No matter how hungry she was, Yunia didn't say a word because she knew her father was busy with business.
The sandwiches prepared by Mrs. Cecil were eaten on the train as their breakfast.
After running all morning, it would be strange not to be hungry.
"Then let's go to Mr. Sean's house."
Ma Wei patted the dirt off his hands, took out his pocket watch and took a look: "It's almost 2 p.m., let's go get some food."
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2:30 pm, Paul Street in the center of the city.
The street performer was wearing a red plaid skirt, standing under the statue in the central square, playing the accordion, and the melodious tunes drifted away in the wind. A carriage creaked past him, and suddenly in the half-open window, A silver shilling flew out and fell into the hat in front of the artist with perfect accuracy.
"Thank you, kind gentleman." The artist bowed and expressed his gratitude to the passengers in the car for their generous gifts.
The person who tossed the coin was not Ma Wei, but Levine Berger, who was sitting opposite with his legs crossed.
He was playing with a coin in his hand, as if to relieve the boredom on the road, it turned into a dove for a while, a rose for another...
"Is this all your magic tricks?"
Although Ma Wei did not expose Levin who made Yunia happy, the other party's magic show was just the same over and over again, which was really boring.
"Magic is magic, magic is magic, it can't be generalized."
Levin snorted: "If I use magic, what new things can't be made? But that is too disrespectful to magic. Just like we should respect craftsmen who make a living by doing business, they are all old artists!"
As the former director of Circus Sunshine, Levine understands the hard work of street performers. If your performance is loved by the audience, it's a blessing. If the audience doesn't like it...
Not only will you not make any money, you will also be stuck in a state of self-doubt.
Whenever he met a busker, Levine would donate generously to give him or her a little hope.
Ten minutes later, the four-wheeled carriage arrived in front of a villa with its back to the sea.
"This is gentleman Sean's villa?"
After getting out of the car, Levin looked at the not particularly tall house in front of him. He saw that the four walls were covered with moss and the closed iron door was rusty. It looked more like someone's residence than a wealthy person's residence. An abandoned mental hospital.
Levine was really puzzled. You must know that although Sean Rickman is not a nobleman, his family has been doing business for generations and is engaged in maritime trade. The word "poor" is definitely not related to him.
Seeing such a gloomy villa that was incompatible with the surrounding houses, Yunia was not afraid. Instead, she licked her lips and said, "Dad, I smell a sweet smell!"
"Sweet taste?"
Ma Wei quickly sniffed and smelled only a tidal wave of sea water, with no sweet taste at all.
There are no shops selling pastries around.
Just when he was a little confused, Levin had already stepped forward and knocked on the iron door. With a banging sound, the door of the villa opened, and an old man with white hair and ill-fitting housekeeper clothes came out with a low tone. asked:
"Do any of you have reservations?"
Ma Wei took out the envelope from his arms: "We were invited to come to get rid of rats. This is an invitation letter sent by gentleman Sean Rickman."
"It turns out to be Father Mawei from the Church of Truth..." The old butler put away the envelope and opened the iron door: "Please come in, our master has been waiting for you for a long time..."
