Chapter 38 Order, Monarch (please vote for further reading!!!)
Author: Ke Xue’s Caitou
Chapter 38 Order, Monarch (please vote for further reading!!!)
Under the gloomy sky, a four-wheeled carriage slowly drove into Kerr Street and stopped in front of the Church of Truth. The glass-embedded door opened. Diloch Holmes pressed his hat with one hand and stepped on the door with his leather shoes.
Stone steps.
He did not go in immediately, but stood at the door and stopped to look at the simple architecture of the church and the surrounding environment while he was enjoying the observation.
A young man wearing the robe of Father Davaris came out, holding a cowhide book in his arms, and looked at him with some surprise:
"Mr. Holmes? Why are you here?"
"Father Marvey."
Holmes withdrew his gaze and said with a smile: "I came to you to discuss something. I wonder if it is convenient for you now? If it is not convenient, I will come back another day."
"That's it." Ma Wei thought for a while and said: "Originally I planned to go out, but since the famous Mr. Holmes made a special visit, I have to do whatever I say to be a landlord. It's going to rain soon. Please come in.
."
"Thank you."
The two entered the church and sat on the same bench in silence. There was only a fist between them. It would be an exaggeration to say they were shoulder to shoulder.
Holmes took off his tall felt hat and held it in his hand without being in a hurry to speak. He admired the tall and magnificent statue in front of him, as if he was attracted by it.
She is really smarter than a fox. Ma Wei cursed.
Starting from the meeting a minute ago, the psychological game between him and Holmes has officially begun. Both parties want to take the initiative in the subsequent conversation and use words to gain a psychological high position, thereby overpowering the other party's momentum and achieving their own goals.
Purpose.
but.
Ma Wei, who received an elite education, has profound attainments in negotiation psychology.
"I'll get some tea."
Ma Wei stood up and walked into the kitchen, brought out two steaming cups of black tea, placed them on the empty seat between himself and Holmes, and gently interrupted the other person's thoughts: "Mr. Holmes, please have some tea."
Holmes took a deep look at Ma Wei, scooped up a spoonful of sugar and put it into the tea cup. Then he picked up the cup and took a sip: "The tea is very fresh. It seems that you like drinking tea very much, Father."
"Tea has a calming power, which I really like."
"You have two cats, two very powerful cats."
"Does Mr. Holmes like cats?"
"I don't like it, and I don't hate it either." Holmes took out a box of matches and asked, "Can I smoke?"
"Please."
Crack!
The jumping flame suddenly rose, and when it came into contact with the dense golden tobacco, it made a sizzling sound. Holmes shook out the match, took a beautiful puff, and let the thin smoke float into the sky above the church.
"I came here today to ask you, Father, a small favor," he said.
"Even Diloch Holmes has a headache. I may not be able to help." Ma Wei smiled.
"Just because you are you, you can help me."
Holmes said expressionlessly: "I want to borrow your power."
Hearing this, Ma Wei raised his eyebrows slightly and asked tentatively: "Why are you looking for me? Can't others?"
"I don't know them, why should I ask them for help?" Holmes held a pipe in his mouth and stared at the tall statue: "I have no contact with other churches. You know this very well. If I have received any gift from the gods,
,were you almost killed last night?"
"Um"
Last night at Mrs. Maggie's house, Holmes' life was indeed hanging by a thread. If Ma Wei hadn't asked Fat Orange to come to the rescue, he would have died at the claws of the spirit puppet.
Because of this reasoning, Ma Wei let Holmes and others leave, but he still didn't know if there were other forces behind Holmes, such as the royal family, aristocratic background, etc.
"What do you want me to do for you?"
Ma Wei put down the tea cup: "Let's talk and listen."
"Just half an hour ago, Baron Bill received a warning letter from the Rose Phantom Thief. The opponent will steal their family's treasure, the blood rose, at 8 o'clock the day after tomorrow." Holmes said: "I have never fought against the Rose Phantom Thief before.
I don’t know his details or methods, and the incident I experienced last night made me realize that the world seems to be undergoing drastic changes. Just in case, I want to ask you to help me catch the Rose Phantom Thief."
"Do you suspect that Rose Phantom Thief is a believer in a certain church?"
"It's possible, but I'm not sure. After all, he has always been elusive and no one has seen his true face."
After a pause, Holmes added: "If the Rose Phantom Thief can use magic like Gilbert Wilkin, then I will definitely not be his opponent, but if you, the priest, are by your side, the situation may be different."
Ma Wei was silent, lowered his head, and began to think about whether to agree to Holmes' request.
He also wants to catch the Rose Phantom Thief. Everyone has the same starting point. Cooperation is not a bad idea, but the key is...
Holmes wants to be his deputy and listen to his command, while Ma Wei wants to use the Rose Phantom Thief to gain the friendship of the nobles of New Ross City, and then contact the city owner, Prince Arthur, to quickly develop the church.
As a deputy, all the credit will fall on Holmes. He is just a helper, just like the subordinates who follow Inspector Macmillan, and cannot attract the attention of the nobles at all.
This way.
Didn't his plan fail?
"I can agree to your request, however."
Ma Wei narrowed his eyes and said: "The relationship between us is cooperation, not assistance."
"You also want to catch the Rose Thief?" Holmes said with a surprised look on his face: "He had no grudges with you in the past. Oh, that's it."
Suddenly, a smile appeared on Holmes's face. While playing with his walnut cane, he said lightly: "It seems that your situation is not very optimistic, Father."
As a great detective with logical truth, Sherlock Holmes is not in vain.
Putting his mind on Ma Wei's point of view, he figured out the key.
"No wonder there have been servants of gods from other churches in the city for the past two days, conducting overt and covert visits to investigate the messenger." Holmes suddenly realized: "If I guess correctly, the messenger is the priest. Can you please let him remove his claws from my neck?"
Move away?”
A slightly warm breath hit the back of Holmes' neck, but instead of feeling any warmth, he felt chills standing on end.
Fat Orange appeared behind his seat at some point. His gleaming claws were only a few centimeters away from his neck and could fall at any time.
"Fat Orange, be more respectful to your guests."
Hearing Ma Wei's voice, Fat Orange hesitated for a moment, reluctantly retracted his paws, turned and left.
"Father, I'm curious, how did you hide the angel?"
There was a strange light shining in Holmes's gray pupils. He had just escaped from hell and started dancing on the tip of the knife again, like a madman who was willing to sacrifice his life for the truth.
Seeing his expression, Ma Wei smiled, shook his head and said: "Order."
"order?"
"In the past, stray cats had their own territories and often fought with each other, but as long as they are united into a group, an organization, and given order, they will undergo a qualitative change!" Ma Wei said loudly: "It's like ants.
The power possessed by social creatures cannot be underestimated! They must enforce laws and regulations, and be uniform. What they lack is just a monarch, a cat-like monarch who can make them sincerely obey!"
"Is this the one who left just now?"
"Don't underestimate it. It is very smart, especially after receiving the power of the gift. It has a higher IQ and becomes more and more like a human being."
"I'm not looking down on it." Holmes smiled and said, "It's just that, Father, you haven't answered my question yet."
"Oh, I let them live in the church temporarily, leaving early and coming home late."
"Won't anyone find out?"
"Who can track a cat?" Ma Wei spread his hands: "They are the most mysterious creatures in the city, they don't follow the usual path at all."
"How to solve the food problem? Now that they have order, they certainly can't steal fish and eat meat like before, and the daily expenses are astronomical."
"I give them money and let them go to the market to buy food. As for the change problem, I have another method."
"Is this really foolproof?" Holmes said to himself: "I have walked around the city several times in the past two days and found that there are more or less spies following each church.
If there are too many stray cats, won’t they be discovered?”
"They're watching the church, and the cats are watching them."
Ma Wei pointed to the top of his head and said with a half-smile: "From a high place, you can overlook everything."
"Awesome! I actually ignored the cat's habits!"
Holmes's eyes lit up, he stood up and said, "Just as you said, Father, let's work together to capture the Rose Phantom Thief!"
"Well, I have to rush back now and think about it carefully."
Muttering, Holmes left the church, took the carriage parked at the door, and rushed towards Ross Avenue.
"Why let him go?"
Fat Orange returned again, jumped on the stool, and asked: "He is too smart. Once he becomes an enemy, there will be endless troubles!"
"The possibility of him being an enemy is extremely slim."
Ma Wei sipped the cold black tea and said softly: "Would a smart person speak out loud about the clues he discovered in the enemy camp? What is the difference between this and courting death?"
"What if he's just faking it?"
"Is this necessary? None of us can read minds. If he didn't tell it, who would know that he had discovered it?" Ma Wei said leisurely: "To say the least, it doesn't matter even if he is pretending.
, with cats watching, there is no need to be afraid.”
"But you just told him this directly! He will definitely be wary!"
"So what if we know? His every move is under our surveillance. Once the secret is leaked, we will receive the news as soon as possible, right?"
"Do you believe him so much?"
"From the first time I met him, he didn't show anything suspicious. Why should I doubt him?"
Ma Wei looked out the window at the gloomy sky and sighed faintly: "If the church wants to develop and grow, money alone is not enough. Talent is the most important thing. If we can pull him into our camp, it will be a great success."