Londinium, a name that does not belong to this era, a forgotten city....
If there are relics from the Golden Age buried underground in London, once they are excavated, wouldn’t it mean that we can study the technological status of the Golden Age?
but....
This is just an idea, and it can only be an idea. It is simply unrealistic to conduct archaeological excavations in London.
This is the capital of the Kingdom of Windsor. Even if there are mountains of gold buried underground, it cannot be moved.
However, Ma Wei can secretly detect down from the basement where the pottery jar was found. It is not difficult for them to do this with the Siren's Tears.
"You must be careful of the goddess of destiny. Her kingdom is above the city of London."
After saying this, Baji's shadow turned into a light spot, flew back to Ma Wei's body, and continued to sleep. During her sleep, she could not perceive the outside world, and Ma Wei did not dare to use the real pocket watch to go to Ba Ji. In Ji's divine kingdom, the scope of the Mithril tag is limited. Once he leaves using the real pocket watch, it is likely to attract the attention of the three goddesses of destiny.
"Strange..." After Baji disappeared, the message said with some confusion: "Why do Baji and the second prince call the three goddesses of fate the goddess of fate? Aren't they three sisters?"
"Wild, the goddess of health, Nander, the goddess of wealth, Tilde, the goddess of sin...who do you think is the goddess of fate among them?"
"Of course..." Lai Wen suddenly choked and thought for a while before saying, "Aren't the three sisters the goddess of fate?"
"Both and none." Ma Wei shook his head and said: "Health, wealth, and sin represent the things that human beings will experience and pursue in their lives. When they are young, they will not hesitate to commit sins for the sake of wealth, and when they are middle-aged, they will become famous. I began to pursue a healthy body, but when I got old, I was afraid of being punished after death, so I kept praying in an attempt to eliminate the sins of my life... The Trinity, this is the ultimate destiny, and it is also the fate that ordinary people cannot escape!"
Regarding the connection between the three goddesses of destiny and the goddess of destiny, Ma Wei has thought about it before. In fact, both titles are correct, and you can call them either. Only the church will divide them carefully and have strict titles. Ordinary people are not like this. What a restriction, it's not an insulting title after all.
"Does the digging of these pots need to be kept secret?" Edward asked: "If it needs to be kept secret, I can change the memories of those workers."
"Then I'll leave it to you. I'll tell you, you'll take the workers out for a drink later and tell them that the Mansteins are treating them. During the drink, ask Edward to change their memories and forget about digging out the clay pot."
"give it to me!"
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The next morning, St. Paul's Cathedral, London.
In the large and majestic prayer hall, colorful lights and shadows are scattered around. A blond man kneels on one knee in front of the towering statue of the god. He closes his eyes and nods, listening to the majestic and magnetic voice of the old man in front of him. The holy light shines through the colorful windows behind the statue. It illuminated his body, and his blond hair shone brightly.
"Peace in the heart is the life of the body. Jealousy is the decay in the bones. Do not covet vain fame, provoke each other to anger, or be jealous of each other..."
The white-haired old man in red clothes spoke in a steady and heavy tone, and his voice echoed in the prayer hall, like the holy voice sent by the gods, deafening and deafening.
When the old man recited the teachings, the blond man remained motionless, his expression was solemn and solemn, as stiff as a rock, as if he was inspired by the divine will in the holy voice, and gradually, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
After a few minutes, the old man closed the book, walked to the blond man, and helped him up: "Your Highness, the fourth prince, today's practice is over, what do you think?"
"Archbishop of Cambury, I have a lot of feelings. I don't know what to say for a moment..." Arthur kissed his fingers and sighed, his voice full of sincerity: "The goddess of fate is so great. What she said Everything about her is full of enlightenment that can influence the world, and I feel honored to be her disciple."
"It's great that you have such a sentiment." The white-haired Archbishop of Camberley said happily.
"Thanks to your tireless prayers for me every day, I have learned a lot in these three months." Arthur looked up at the exquisite murals on the dome and couldn't help but sigh: "Jealousy is rotten in the bones. This sentence That’s so well said…”
"This sentence is the core theme of Chapter 12 and Section 22 of the Destiny Doctrine. If you, Fourth Prince, can point out this sentence, it means you have really understood it."
"You speak well. I have never heard of a preacher as good as you. If I had met you earlier, I would have been inspired by the goddess long ago. How could I have been sinking for so many years?"
The Archbishop of Camberley nodded with a smile and said kindly: "Starting from tomorrow, the daily sermons will end. From now on, Your Highness, you can come to attend mass every Friday. However, you should also review the doctrine during the rest of the time. Don't neglect it."
"Yes, Your Excellency the Archbishop."
"Go, children, the future belongs to you. You must help your father and three brothers to create a better future for the Kingdom of Windsor!"
"I will."
Arthur nodded, lowered his head to kiss his fingers again, and said goodbye to the Archbishop of Cambury with the etiquette of the Church of the Three Destinies. The Archbishop of Cambury responded with the same etiquette. Then, Arthur stepped on the red carpet of the prayer hall and walked out of the door. .
Outside St. Paul's Cathedral, the sun was shining brightly. Last night, strong winds blew away the fog that shrouded London, allowing the sun to descend on the city again. The strong wind not only took away the fog for a short time, but also brought a bit of chill.
Another year was approaching. Arthur looked at the rare sun, took a deep breath of fresh air, nodded to St. Paul's Cathedral, and got into the royal carriage waiting for him at the door.
"Are you tired?"
As soon as Arthur got into the car, a white palm handed him a wet towel. In the shadow of the car, the young and beautiful Gulhana was smiling, with a clear and sweet voice.
"Not tired."
Taking the wet towel, Arthur gently wiped his face. The heat dissipated by the water vapor refreshed him: "Have you found out the news from the Witcher? What happened at No. 27 Flower Street?"
"We found it." Gulihana said: "It is said that the second prince personally reported the extraordinary creature to the church at No. 27 Flower Street. Archbishop Brandon asked Pascal Ramos, the director of the Demon Hunter London General Bureau, to personally lead him. The team went to Flower Street to deal with it and successfully captured the extraordinary creature, which is currently being studied by the church."
"Who are those young people who came into contact with Baron Frederick?" Arthur asked again: "It seems to be the shop at No. 27 Flower Street that they rented."
"Yes, those people are businessmen from the Kingdom of Frederick. It's unclear what kind of business they do, but the second prince Shukri seems to attach great importance to him and personally applied for a special temporary business license from the royal family for them. Listen, Neighbors living around Flower Street said that the leader was Nicholas von Manstein, who had a four-year-old daughter Emma, two brothers Felix and Jonas, and a housekeeper Yannick. Living in the Flower Street Hotel and renovating the shop.”
Arthur leaned back in his chair, squinted his eyes, and thought about the three Manstein brothers. After a while, he asked: "Is there any other information?"
"It's gone for the time being. The informants we sent out are collecting intelligence."
After a pause, Gulhana said: "Should we let Sean take action? He runs a fishing company and has connections in the business world. If we leave it to him, we can inquire about the three Manstein brothers."
Sean Rickman, the knight of Wexford City, the eighth seat of the Knights of the Round Table, code-named Bedivere, can also be regarded as an old friend of Ma Wei.
After the fourth prince returned to London, the Knights of the Round Table also arrived in London one after another, lurking in this huge city and operating secretly.
"There's no rush." Arthur poured himself a glass of red wine, shook it and said, "It's too early for Sean to take action now. If the enemy can't move, I won't move. There are people who are more anxious than us, let them go first."
"Yes." Gulihana nodded and said hesitantly: "Arthur, have you heard from Father Mavey recently?"
"no, what happened?"
"He has become the Pope. Not only did he take over the Romanov Kingdom, but he also supported Katerina to ascend the throne. But for so long, he seems to have disappeared. There has been no news. I am afraid of him..."
"Are you afraid that he will abandon us?"
Gulhana lowered her head. Although she did not say a word, the silence had already expressed her inner thoughts.
"No, Father Mavey is not that kind of person. He will definitely come back." Arthur sipped the mellow red wine and said expressionlessly: "No news is the best news. Even if he doesn't come back, I will continue with my plans and no one can stop me."
"But the eldest prince doesn't trust you at all! He is on guard against you at all times and even sent you to Newham in East London...Who doesn't know that Newham has the worst public security? He clearly wants to use Newham to entangle you. you!"
"It's normal to be on guard against me. If they treat me like a brother, it means danger is approaching."
Arthur smiled slightly, held Guli Hana's thin palm, pulled her into his arms, and said softly: "Don't think East London is bad. For those who are capable, the more chaotic and disorderly the place is, the more chaotic it is. The more I was able to show off my talents, the eldest prince thought that I would be entangled in the chaos of East London, as if I was stuck in a quagmire and couldn't extricate myself, but little did he know...he was helping me."
"help you?"
"Of course you are helping me. The better I am, the worse these three princes will be. A few years ago, before I was expelled from London, Rhodes IV came to me and asked me to hide my talents. I didn't listen to him. Yes, why should I listen to him?"
Holding Gulihana's hand with a little force, Arthur tightened his grip on the wine glass, his light green eyes surging with real anger:
"I want to tell everyone that my mother's son is better than everyone else. I want all the people of the Kingdom of Windsor to be grateful to her for giving birth to a powerful monarch like me. I can't lose, no matter what. For my mother or for you...I can't lose!"
