9 Downing Street, the official residence of the Prime Minister.
"Cough cough cough!"
In the smoke-filled room, Prime Minister Winston slumped in his chair, coughing with a cigar between his fingers and frowning at the confidential government affairs in his hands.
Perhaps feeling that the air in the room was too turbid, Winston picked up the bell on the corner of the table and rang it vigorously, while shouting outside the room: "Open the window!"
click
The door opened, hard heels made a squeaking sound on the floor, a pair of slightly pale palms pushed open the window, and then sat opposite Winston.
"His Majesty?"
Seeing the person clearly, Winston was shocked and sat up quickly: "Why are you here?"
"You should stop smoking." Rhodes IV glanced at the overflowing ashtray and said, "I'm very worried about your current physical condition. Although the church can use immortality magic, they can't take care of you all the time. You, it would be bad if you suddenly appear in danger one day."
"Your Majesty, this is one of the few pleasures I have." Winston smiled bitterly: "Smoking and drinking, what else do I like besides these? Oh, maybe painting portraits of beautiful women occasionally is one of them."
"No matter what, you should pay more attention to your body. I am old and you are still in your prime."
"Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. I will drink less."
Lord Rhodes IV knew that Winston was addicted to smoking and drinking. He always carried a cigar in his left pocket, and a cigar cutter and lighter in his right pocket, so that he could take a puff anytime and anywhere.
There is nothing to blame for this kind of preference. As the Prime Minister, it is not a problem to like to smoke. As long as he is willing, he can smoke endless cigars.
"I came to you to ask about the women's union." Rhodes IV said: "These topics are not convenient to discuss in the palace, so I came here."
"The Women's Union." Winston took a puff of his cigar and said, "To be honest, Your Majesty, the day before yesterday I sent someone to go to His Royal Highness the Fourth Prince to convey our intention. Just yesterday, the Educators Association officially rejected Chevalier. The Duke applied to establish a girls' school, but I learned that the Duke of Chevalier did not give up, but established a school to teach women publicly."
Rhodes IV frowned: "Oh, so she still refuses to give up?"
"Not only did she refuse to give up, she also established a newspaper office. It seems that she is preparing to publish a newspaper." Winston said, "Your Majesty, it's time for you to talk to her."
"I can't persuade her."
Rhodes IV shook his head slowly. He knew Freya's character very well. After all, he had watched her grow up. When Freya decided to do something, no one could pull her back. This was the case with the establishment of a women's union this time.
The last trace of luck disappeared in his heart, and Rhodes IV looked out the window sadly: "If women are allowed to participate in politics, it will break the existing political pattern. This is not good news."
No one knows what will happen if women are brought into politics.
For those in power, it is best if nothing happens.
"What should we do next?" Winston asked: "Your Majesty, there is nothing I can do to stop Duke Chevalier."
"Um"
Rhodes IV took a deep breath, his eyes gradually changed from sadness to determination, as if he had made up his mind: "I hope the Doomsday Party can help us."
"The Doomsday Party?" Winston said in shock: "Your Majesty, you asked the Doomsday Party to help, is that right?"
"There's nothing surprising." Rhodes IV turned his head, looked coldly, and said expressionlessly: "I love Sophia so much, she is my heart, I regard her as more important than my life, but For the sake of the Kingdom of Windsor, I had to send someone to kill her. All this is to create a king who can lead the Kingdom of Windsor to the top! Charles and Shukri are just his stepping stones, including me."
Winston was silent, and after a while he said: "What the Doomsday Party says may not be right."
"Doomsday Party? Oh, I have no way out! If this continues, the Windsor royal family will only become a vassal of the church! I can't let the inheritance of my ancestors be cut off in my hands!"
Rhodes IV said coldly: "I regard Freya as my daughter, but she has disobeyed me again and again. For the sake of the Kingdom of Windsor, I can only reluctantly part ways with her. Do you think I am cruel?"
"A qualified monarch will never be troubled by personal affairs." Winston said.
"My abilities are limited. If I had been more sinister, I wouldn't have had a strong enemy like Marvin Enders." Rhodes IV looked down at his hands, "I am responsible for at least 30% of the rise of the Church of Truth. I must make up for this mistake."
Winston didn't know whether Rhodes IV's choice was the right one, but he always felt that being entangled with the Doomsday Party was not a good thing.
As a prime minister, he hoped to see the Kingdom of Windsor prosper and become better, but what Rhodes IV did would instead plunge the Kingdom into civil strife.
Once it fails.
The consequences could be disastrous.
Secondly, Winston did not expect that Rhodes IV could be so cruel. He had watched Duke Chevalier grow up. Even so, he still had murderous intentions, just like the much-loved Princess Sophia.
"Go ahead, Winston, contact Professor Morea and ask him to meet."
"yes."
7pm, Royal Opera House, Covent, Box 1.
"You want to get rid of Duke Chevalier?"
Listening to Rhodes IV's request, James Morea showed a surprised expression: "Don't she have a close relationship with you, like a biological father and daughter?"
"Yes, I dote on her very much, and I promised her father to take good care of her." Rhodes IV showed a sad expression: "But she is too rebellious. I have given her several opportunities. She They refuse to turn around and are determined to go against me. I don’t want to do this either, but there is no other way. The Kingdom of Windsor cannot be in chaos."
James Morea frowned deeply, lowered his head and said nothing, and was not in the mood to listen to the loud singing below.
The Doomsday Party has rules for doing things.
For ordinary people like Freya, the Doomsday Party must not attack them without reason. Unless the other party still chooses to block them after knowing about the Doomsday Party, then they will be regarded as threats and eliminated.
According to the rules, James Morea should not accept the commission from Rhodes IV, but the other party is the king after all, and he will cooperate more closely in the future, so it is really difficult to refuse in person.
"Your Majesty, Duke Chevalier is just an ordinary person. Why don't you choose another method?"
James Morea wondered: "As a king, you should have many ways to get rid of her, you don't have to choose us."
"I regard Freya as my daughter, so how can I bear to do something to her?"
Rhodes IV said sincerely: "Only because of you can I be out of sight and out of mind. Why, don't you agree?"
"I need to think about it."
"I didn't consider it when I chose to help you." Rhodes IV said coldly: "Can't you satisfy such a simple request?"
Upon hearing this, James Morea knew that he had no way out. The words had come to this, and if he refused to agree, he might have a conflict with the king, which would have an impact on the Doomsday Party's plan.
"I understand. Since Your Majesty insists on this, I will convey the Doomsday Party's request to Duke Chevali. If she does not agree, we will get rid of her."
"Okay, that's it."
After the conversation with the king was over, the opera was only halfway through. James Morea left Box 1 and came to Box 3. When he opened the door, Colonel Moran was sitting inside, tasting red wine with an intoxicated look on his face.
"snort!"
"professor?"
Guy Moran opened his eyes and saw James Morea standing in front of him. He trembled with fright: "Have you finished talking to the king?"
After closing the door, James Morea sat down and said: "After the discussion, His Majesty asked me to get rid of Duke Chevalier. You arrange for Mr. Butler to do it."
"Mr. Butler."
Guy Moran licked his lips: "Professor, Jack is missing. There has been no news for half a month. I guess he may have been killed."
"Jack is dead?" James Morea's eyelids twitched: "Didn't he get the weapon of Ghost Doctor Dolittle? How could he disappear from the world? Demon hunters don't have this kind of strength!"
"I think so too, so I haven't dared to report it to you." Guy Moran said: "The power that can make Jack evaporate from the world is at least at the level of gods. In London, it can only be done by three goddesses, but I After some inquiries, no one in the church knew about this!"
"Jack either defected or provoked a being worthy of a god."
James Morea's face was so gloomy that he could shed tears: "In addition to the three goddesses, there are also ancient god forces operating in London. If they take action, it will not be difficult to get rid of Jack quietly. Forget it, ignore him for now, housekeeper. Is there no other manpower available sir?"
"There are also dwarfs and smokers. Smokers are more suitable for long-range sniping."
"To be on the safe side, send both of them out. Don't cause any more problems this time!"
"Yes Yes."
"The assassination of Nicholas von Manstein failed. He is surrounded by demon hunters. It would be unwise to continue wasting strength. Tell the eldest prince that this commission is over and ask him to hire someone else."
"Understood. By the way, Professor, didn't the Doomsday Party reach a contract with the ancient god forces and the two parties will not interfere with each other?" Guy Moran asked curiously: "Since there is mutual non-interference, it is impossible for the ancient god forces to take action against Jack. They will never interfere with each other." I won’t break the contract!”
"That is, there are other extraordinary beings who are comparable to gods lurking in London. This is not surprising. The forces in London are complicated and no one knows what is hiding in the secret."
James Morea waved his hands impatiently: "Your Majesty has given us a difficult problem. Fortunately, Duke Chevalier has not been blessed by the gods. Deal with her according to the rules, and don't treat her like Nicholas von Manstein. Something goes wrong like that! You will supervise it yourself!"
"As commanded."
At noon, the night is quiet.
The misty mist obscured the bright moon, and the stars in the sky could not penetrate the thick fog that shrouded London. On the dark and damp streets, an orange figure shuttled in the darkness, with a plump body as strong and light as a bird, slowly turning away from the devil. Passing by the witcher who was watching the surroundings, he jumped off the roof in a swagger, and swung his body into the open window of the kitchen.
The demon hunter who had opened his magic eyes did not notice the orange cat's figure, because it was lurking in the darkness like a quagmire, moving silently through the night.
In the bedroom on the second floor of the grocery store, Ma Wei, who had just fallen asleep, felt something heavy pressing down on his body, making it difficult for him to breathe and unable to move.
After struggling in his sleep for a while, Ma Wei suddenly escaped from the dream, opened his eyes, and met the eyes of a fat orange lying on his chest with its paws curled up.
"you"
"I?"
"busy?"
"Something's wrong."
Fat Orange let Ma Wei pick it up and put it aside. He yawned and said, "There is news coming back on Friday."
"It seems to be responsible for inquiring about news from the palace on Friday, right?"
"Yes, Friday said Lord IV went to 9 Downing Street this morning, followed by Covent Royal Opera House tonight, and then Guy Moran from the Poker Club sent someone to Windsor Town sends message to Mr. Steward”
"Rhodes IV went to find James Morea." Ma Wei nodded and sighed: "His sudden contact with James Morea is definitely not a good sign. If nothing else, he may have to deal with Fu. Leya took action. Speaking of which, aren’t there any cats monitoring No. 9 Downing Street?”
"There are no cats inside No. 9 Downing Street because they don't keep pets. I only arranged cats to monitor the outside. Unfortunately, the soundproofing of the Prime Minister's official residence is so good that it is difficult to eavesdrop."
The Cat Legion can play a great role, but they are not omnipotent.
"I know Freya's identity, so I didn't wake you up in a hurry. Instead of worrying about her, it would be better to worry about Mr. Butler." Fat Orange said: "Rhodes IV is really a cruel person. Freya and him The relationship is so close, and others say they are just like father and daughter, but the result? It’s really chilling.”
"Rhodes IV is a person who is extremely indifferent to emotions. Rather than being ruthless, it is more like coldness or indifference to life."
"He's more like a devil than a devil." Fat Orange twitched his beard, as if he was sneering: "What are you going to do next? Do you want to remind Freya?"
"Remind her what to do. According to the rules of the Doomsday Party, the killer will definitely contact Freya in advance. Only if Freya refuses their request will it progress to the step of assassination."
Ma Wei grabbed the cup on the bedside and took a sip of cold water: "The Doomsday Party and the ancient god forces, let them go dog-eat-dog!"
"Well, I'm leaving then."
After delivering the message, Fat Orange stood up, shook his hair, and jumped out of bed to leave. Suddenly, a pair of hands picked him up by his waist and threw him on the bed.
"What are you doing?" Fat Orange looked at Ma Wei who suddenly took action and took a step back: "You don't have any special hobbies like Jacob Valentine?"
"If I had a special hobby, I would have attacked you long ago. Why wait until now?"
Fat Orange thought about it and felt relieved: "Then why are you stopping me?"
"You are my cat after all. You are out in the wild all day long. Can't you stay with me for a night occasionally?"
"I am a cat with cat personality"
Fat Orange said calmly: "If you like the submissive type, you should go to Xiao Hei. I'm not that kind of coquettish bitch."
"speak English."
"Ten gold pounds a night."
“You’re still short of money to open such a big fishing company?”
"That's all the money from the Cat Legion. My daily salary is the same as other cats, which is three small dried fish, half a catty of minced meat and a can."
"Then what do you want the money for?"
“Not enough to eat”
"What?"
"It's okay! Are you going to give it or not?" Fat Orange said with a straight face: "If you don't give it, I'll leave!"
"Thankfully I have a small treasury."
