In the dead of night, Mawei finished telling Yunia the story of the desert country. After coaxing her to sleep, he returned to his room and was just getting ready to go to bed...
Click.
The door handle was suddenly turned open, and then, the letter slipped in quietly.
When he saw the flintlock pistol in Ma Wei's hand, he was obviously stunned: "What are you doing?"
"What are you doing? This is my room."
"I know!" Laiwen rolled his eyes: "I'm here to talk to you about Edward!"
"Oh, I told you earlier."
Putting down his flintlock pistol, Mavey lit the kerosene lamp beside the bed, "What do you want to talk about?"
"What deal did you make with it?"
Without hesitation, the letter asked straight to the point: "To allow such a transcendent person who is comparable to a god to join us, you must have made some important promise!"
"Is finding a habitat for the vampires an important commitment?"
"Of course this doesn't count, I'm talking about other things."
"Others...nothing." Ma Wei glanced at him sideways, "Most of the time, I have been promoting the truth to it, and I have not made any promises."
"Truth? You're lying again... Bah! Are you preaching to it?"
“Ideology knows no race.”
"Don't be kidding. Thoughts do not distinguish between races, but people!" The source said with an expression of disbelief: "It is a vampire. Can it understand the great and fearless thoughts in the Book of Truth? They are all created by humans. of!"
"I didn't think it would work at first, but the result was unexpected."
Ma Wei spread his hands: "With amnesia, it is surprisingly receptive to human thoughts. Many problems can be solved with just one click. It is simply the best way to deceive... Ahem, it is a truth fitter!"
Sure enough, it's still a lie...
Lai Wen grumbled in his heart for a while, then suddenly caught the point: "Amnesia? Has it lost its memory?"
"Well, it doesn't know where it comes from or why it's sleeping. The only remaining memory is the history of his wanderings in the land of death."
"What? The Kingdom of Death?" Lai Wen felt that his head was gradually swelling, one head was as big as two: "What is all this? Have you talked to him so much?!"
"This is all information that cannot be used for the time being. It is too late today. If you have any questions, we will talk about it tomorrow. Anyway, just remember that in addition to finding a place for the vampires to live, we also have to help them find their lost memories. The hard promise is These two points, nothing else matters.”
For just a small price, you can get such a powerful ally. From Ma Wei's point of view, there may never be such a good deal in the world...
"Hey, Boss, don't just sleep when you say you're going to sleep! Do you know that half of what you say makes you choke to death!"
"It's 2 o'clock in the morning."
"Let's talk for another 5 minutes!"
Katcha.
The sound of the hammer being cocked came from the quilt, and Laiwen's body shook. He said good night and disappeared in an instant, running faster than a rabbit.
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The next day, 8 o'clock in the morning.
Mrs. Cecil got up half an hour early, made breakfast, and then ran to the door and kept looking around, as if waiting for Qasim's return.
At the kitchen table, Laiwen, the last to wake up, yawned and grabbed a piece of bread, looking at the butter and jam in deep thought, not knowing which condiment to choose.
Junia chose jam, and Ma Wei chose salted butter. They both ate with gusto, but Edward was sitting on the chair in a daze.
"Edward, why don't you have breakfast?"
"I don't eat human food."
"Yeah, reasonable." Laiwen nodded, finally made up his mind, and stretched out his knife towards the jam. Just as he was spreading the jam all over the bread, he suddenly felt a hot sight coming from beside him. It was the predator. The look in your eyes when you spot your prey...
Uh-huh!
He turned his head abruptly, only to find Edward looking at the plate in a daze.
After saying a word, he turned around, put down the knife, opened his mouth wide, and was about to take a big bite of the jam bread...
The hot gaze came again.
He turned his head again, but still found nothing strange.
"Stop playing with him."
Ma Wei, who was reading the newspaper, said without raising his head: "If you are hungry, just find something to eat by yourself. There are so many people in the city, and one drop of blood per person can be enough for you to enjoy for half a year."
"Who told him to speak ill of me last night?"
Edward stretched and leaned back lazily: "It's fun to scare him... Have you finished reading the newspaper?"
"finish watching."
Ma Wei handed him the newspaper casually and explained to the confused letter: "As a vampire, Edward can extract blood from human bodies. There is no limit to the amount. It can be just a drop or it can be squeezed dry without leaving any trace. Wounds. So in theory, it doesn't need to catch a sheep to extract its wool, which is also the key to the vampire's ability to coexist peacefully with humans."
"..."
Lai Wen glared hard at Edward, who was engrossed in reading the newspaper, knowing that the intense gaze just now was a deliberate attempt to scare him...
"Father! Father!"
Mrs. Cecil's voice came from the church: "Someone is looking for you!"
It’s 8 a.m. and the church isn’t open yet. Who would choose this time to come?
After drinking the last sip of black tea, Ma Wei took off the napkin from his collar and walked into the church with doubts.
At the gate, Mrs. Cecil cast her anxious and helpless gaze. Behind her, stood a group of policemen in green tuxedos and black leather hats.
Inspector Macmillan was also among them, but this time, his position only allowed him to stay on the side. The middle-aged man in charge had a red and gold crown on his shoulders, symbolizing his position.
police!
"Good morning, Father Marvey."
The middle-aged man with a crown epaulette smiled, his beard raised at the corners of his lips, and he was not aggressive at all: "I am the chief of the New Rose City Police Department, Richard Jervis."
Ma Wei glanced at Inspector MacMillan who looked helpless, stepped forward and asked: "Good morning, Chief, what can I do for you?"
"Regarding the fire that occurred at No. 55 South Street half a month ago, there are some questions that need to be asked to the parties involved."
Richard Jervis walked into the church, suddenly stopped, and ordered: "Macmillan, you take them on duty outside, and they are not allowed to enter without being summoned."
"...yes."
With a wishful look in his eyes, MacMillan led a group of police officers out of the church and stood on both sides of the street to begin their duties.
"Madam, can you let me talk to Father Mavey alone?"
"Ah good."
At Richard Jervis's request, Mrs. Cecil entered the kitchen without daring to hesitate.
As an official law enforcement agency, although the police in the Kingdom of Windsor have average handling capabilities, they still have some dignity and status in the hearts of the people.
Richard Jervis walked up to the statue, took off his hat and put it on his chest, nodding his head. This move made Mavey even more confused. The other person was not a believer, so why should he salute to the goddess of truth, Junia?
"With all due respect, Father Marvey."
Richard Jervis turned around:
"Let me introduce myself again. I am the Knight of the Round Table in the eleventh seat of His Royal Highness the Fourth Prince. My nickname is... Percival."
