In the dark room, Mr. Butler was sitting on the sofa, stroking a black cat. The moonlight shining into the room from behind reflected his burly figure. The contrast between light and darkness made it impossible to see his appearance clearly.
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Opposite him stood a thin young man, with his hat pressed on his chest and his waist straight. Although his head was slightly lowered and his tone was very respectful, his attitude was arrogant.
"Yes, can you do it? And at what cost?"
"Why did you kill Nicholas von Manstein?"
"Everyone says that Mr. Butler always pays attention to the rules when doing things. Why did he start asking random questions when he came to my place?" The young man said calmly: "According to the rules, you shouldn't ask me why. Can you or can't you? Give me an answer.
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"Don't get me wrong..."
Mr. Butler chuckled lightly: "The rules are the rules, but everyone knows who Nicholas von Manstein is. He is now the treasure of the church and the key target of protection... If you want to kill him, the price will be high.
Very heavy.”
"Set your terms."
"This is not a problem that money can solve." Mr. Butler shook his head: "I will send someone to inform you of the specific conditions later. Of course, if you fail to fulfill the agreement and kill Nicholas, I will not charge a price."
The young man hesitated: "You should understand the consequences of attacking Nicholas, right?"
"certainly."
"In that case, I'll just wait for the good news."
The young man put on his hat, turned and left the room. The butler sat on the sofa and pondered for a moment. Suddenly he stood up and said to the dwarf huddled in the corner: "Prepare the carriage, I want to go into the city!"
Late night, central London, poker club.
"Hahaha! I won again!"
Guy Moran turned over his hole card, an Ace of Spades, and matched it with the upcard on the table. He made a flush and won the bet.
This victory allowed him to take over all the funds on the table, which amounted to two thousand gold pounds, making him a huge profit.
Just when he was happy, a male servant walked over quickly and whispered a few words in his ear.
Guy Moran frowned, then smiled, put a cigar in his mouth, stood up and said to his gambling friends: "Everyone, please take your time and play, I have something to do."
Everyone has good luck. Guy Moran's friends who often play cards with him have also made a lot of money. They are all acquaintances and know that Guy Moran will not leave the game when his luck is hot. His sudden departure must be
Something big happens.
Holding a cigar in his mouth, Guy Moran walked into the backstage with a gloomy face, went up to the second floor, opened the study door, and saw the butler.
"Colonel Moran!" Mr. Butler quickly lowered his head and said with fear: "I'm sorry to bother you so late..."
"I said, don't come to me in person unless it's something special." Guy Moran sat down on the sofa and said angrily: "I was in a hot mood, and you disturbed it... Tell me, what happened?
Already?"
"Just now, a young man came to me and wanted to entrust me to kill Nicholas von Manstein. I agreed, but before I do it, I still have to ask for your instructions... It's still too late to regret it now
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"Who to kill? Nicholas?" Guy Moran was stunned for a moment: "Who is so bold? Dare to attack Nicholas in London? Do you want to risk your life?"
If we say that the most popular figure in London in the past six months is none other than Nicholas von Manstein.
There were many people who disliked him, but not one of them had the guts to assassinate him.
The reason is very simple. Behind Nicholas is the church, the pope, and the archbishop who attach great importance to him. Not to mention whether they can kill him, but just the chain reaction after killing him...
In the whole of London, who can bear it?
The angry Church of the Three Goddess of Destiny, haven't they turned London upside down?
At that time, all gangs, underground black markets... no matter suspected or not, will be arrested and interrogated one by one!
Every dog that passes by gets a slap!
Don't say stupid things like dead people have no value. Nicholas is of great significance to the church. If the church doesn't react at all when he dies, who would dare to seek refuge in the church?
Furthermore...
Nicholas is dead, but the Manstein Potion Company is still there!
Will the successor Felix von Manstein give up?
It was absolutely a stupid decision to attack Nicholas in London...
Guy Moran looked at Mr. Butler in shock, feeling that he was out of his mind and dared to accept such a hot potato...
"Who is the client?"
"Under investigation, there is no result yet, but those are the only people who have the guts to hire us to attack Nicholas."
"You..." Guy Moran asked the doubt in his heart: "Why do you agree to the other party's request? Don't you know the importance of Nicholas to the church?"
"I know, but Colonel Moran, the Manstein Potion Company has been developing too fast recently. They are growing as fast as an inflated hot air balloon. I heard that during the recent trip to Paris, Nicholas
We also asked extraordinary creatures to help."
Mr. Butler said: "If the Manstein Potion Company continues to expand like this, the Church of the Goddess of Destiny will also grow stronger, which is not good for our future plans."
"Well, you are right." Guy Moran nodded: "It is indeed time to curb the development momentum of Manstein Potion Company, but even so, it is not enough to kill Nicholas von Mansch.
To the extent that he is frank, his crime will not lead to death."
"Then Colonel, what do you mean..."
"What I mean is, you go back first and let me think about it."
"...yes."
"How's the lab rebuild going?"
"The address has been found and is being renovated. It is expected to take some time."
"Are those experts honest?"
Mr. Butler smiled and said: "They were dishonest at first. They kept making noises all day long and threatened us. One chemistry professor even made a bomb... After starving them for a few days, they stopped resisting. Jack
If they keep a close eye, nothing will happen."
Mentioning Jack, Guy Moran asked: "Besides Jack, how many available manpower do you have?"
"There are also El Chapo and Smokey. El Chapo has been following me, and Smokey was sent out by me to keep an eye on Russell Benjamin."
"Any progress on Russell Benjamin's side?"
"No, currently we only know that he, the fourth prince and the Marquis of Bracken went to the northern part of the Kingdom, the West Island, to negotiate with the local nobles and parliamentarians."
"Recall him. Now is the time when we are short of manpower. Don't worry about Russell Benjamin for now."
After watching Xiao for three months, I found nothing. Although Guy Moran didn't say it clearly, his meaning was very clear.
It was obvious that the smoker was no match for him at all. He couldn't outplay him and was fooled around him. Rather than continue to waste time, it was better to recall him quickly and use him for other purposes.
After Mr. Butler left, Colonel Moran called for his men and asked them to go to the Covent Royal Opera House to change the program to be performed tomorrow night to "The Merchant of Venice."
The next evening...
Guy Moran met Professor James Morea on time at the Opera House.
"Why are you looking for me?"
The music sounded in the audience, and in the private room with the curtain tightly closed, Professor Morea asked: "Is there a problem with the housekeeper?"
"Yes, last night..."
Guy Moran told the details of what happened last night when someone commissioned Mr. Butler to kill Nicholas. He couldn't make the decision on such an important matter without permission, so he still had to ask Professor Morea for instructions.
Hearing that there was no problem in the laboratory, James Morea calmed down and said in a deep voice: "According to the rules, the Doomsday Party cannot interfere with the basic operation of human society, but Nicholas von Manstein and the magic potion
Relevant, it happens to be within the scope of the Doomsday Party's intervention."
"But Nicholas is a human being, a human being who has not been blessed by the goddess. We can't act rashly, um..."
For a moment, James Morea was also a little undecided. He roughly guessed who had entrusted Mr. Butler to kill Nicholas. There were only a few suspected and courageous people. Combined with the current situation, the scope was further narrowed.
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There is nothing wrong with killing Nicholas. The question is, what benefit will killing Nicholas bring to them?
Once Nicholas is killed, London will inevitably be turned upside down by the church. Even if Mr. Butler can escape arrest, the underground black market will be completely destroyed. They must charge a high enough price to agree to the young man's request.
No one wants to trade at a loss, and James Morea is no exception.
"Professor, do you think we should accept this commission?"
"Yes, why not?"
While enjoying the performance, James Morea said: "The blame lies with Nicholas for choosing the church instead of the Doomsday Party. This is his own fault. However, before taking action, you still have to explain to him the situation of the Doomsday Party in accordance with the rules.
It depends on his reaction."
"If he is like-minded with us after knowing the existence of the Doomsday Party, there will be no need to kill him. On the contrary, we must get rid of him!"
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"Mr. Butler, do you want to do something to me?"
In the grocery store and the kitchen, Ma Wei, who was enjoying dinner, listened to Fat Orange's report and looked surprised: "Does he know it's the laboratory we attacked?"
"I don't know." Fat Orange said: "Mr. Butler wants to assassinate you because someone entrusted him. I have already investigated the identity of the other party. He is a friend of the brother of the maid in the Marquis of Bracken's house. He works in a government agency because he likes gambling.
, I owe a lot of money. If something happens, just cut off this line and it won’t get burned."
"The eldest prince wants me to die."
"Yes, he wants you dead."
"Okay, this shows that I have put a lot of pressure on him." Ma Wei drank tomato beef brisket soup, took a bite of bread and said, "Mr. Butler, have you agreed to the other party's commission?"
"Last night he went to ask Colonel Moran for instructions. Colonel Moran went to see James Morea tonight. The performance hasn't ended yet, so I don't know the result." Fat Orange thought for a while and said: "As long as James Morea
If Rhea was not a fool, he would not accept this commission."
"What if he accepts the commission?" Levin, who was busy with his work, raised his head: "The enemy is hiding us from the outside, and the disadvantage is too great! The most important thing is that we can't use magic!"
London is not Mosk, even if there is magic, it cannot be used. On weekdays, Mavi is either accompanied by Yunia or Edward. Why?
Just afraid of being assassinated!
The advantage of doing this is that nothing serious will happen, but the disadvantage is that if something happens, the fact that you can do magic is likely to be exposed!
"I'll go find Archbishop Brandon tomorrow and ask him to arrange some guards around me."
After taking the last sip of soup, Ma Wei picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth: "As long as the immortal realm is activated, you don't have to worry about being assassinated."
"Will Archbishop Brandon arrange escorts for you?" Levin frowned and said: "The realm of immortality is the magic of Wilder, the goddess of health. Archbishop Brandon is a believer of Nander, the goddess of wealth. Please..."
"The Church of the Three Goddesses of Destiny seems to be hostile to each other, but in fact it can unite at critical moments, otherwise it would have been internal strife." Ma Wei said: "As for the candidates for the guards, you can choose from the demon hunters. This pair of Archbishop Brandon
It’s not a difficult thing to say.”
Even without Archbishop Brandon, with Marvey's current status in the church, it would be no problem to mobilize several teams of demon hunters. The Pope gave him this power.
The next day, Mavey arrived at St. Paul's Cathedral early. Today was the day to pick the first batch of extraordinary herbs. In addition to him, Archbishop Brandon was also going to the small town of Beaconsfield.
Archbishop Brandon is very excited. Perhaps the booming potion market has given him hope of competing for the position of pope. In recent days, he has even eaten less toast for sleeping. After all, toast can only bring him fantasy, and
Only reality can approach that position.
"Arrange some escorts for you?"
On the train heading to the small town of Beckensfield, Archbishop Brandon was stunned for a moment after hearing Marvey's request, and then agreed: "That's no problem. I said before that I would arrange a guard for you, but you never refused.
Agree, why do you want it again now?"
"There are many popular people, and now I want to run for Congress, what if someone jumps over the wall and does some irrational things?" Ma Wei sighed: "It is safer to have guards around, at least psychologically."
"It's not just psychological." Archbishop Brandon smiled: "I will arrange the three most elite teams of demon hunters to protect you 24 hours a day. In addition, I will also notify the Scotland Yard police.
Enhanced patrols of the places where you travel, and..."
"Now that you have enough status to enter the church's treasury, you can choose a suitable extraordinary item for self-defense. The Pope also expressed the same idea to me two days ago, but I haven't had a chance to tell you yet."
"Choose an extraordinary item from the church for self-defense?"
"Yes, the most important clergy to the church, such as archbishops and cardinals, can obtain extraordinary self-defense items, and you are no exception. However, you have special conditions and can only carry some passive defense items that are activated all year round.
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Archbishop Brandon mused: "I remember there is a suitable extraordinary item in the treasure house..."