"Meow!"

Fat Orange Little Black kicked his legs, sturdily avoided the wielding arm of the witch puppet, and returned to Ma Wei's side.

The scarred witch spirit puppet, which barely had a piece of good meat on its body, breathed a sigh of relief, and finally didn't have to worry about the two 'lice' jumping around, just as it was ready to continue killing....

Suddenly, I saw a bottle aimed at me.

"Whew!!"

To Ma Wei's surprise, the witch puppet howled and fled backwards in horror as if he had seen some terrible devil.

Pity...

Late.

Ma Wei continued to inject power into the magic array, the suction of the bottle became stronger and stronger, and the witch spirit puppet, which could barely struggle forward in the last second, stopped in place the next second, unable to move, even if it tried its best, it could not get rid of the shackles of the bottle.

It was as if countless arms had grasped its body, trying to drag it into the abyss of hell.

The entrance was so windy that even the floor was torn open, debris, dust, wood blocks....

Countless debris was sucked into the bottle, and by the end, even the room let out a moan on the verge of collapse.

The witch golem had no more leverage to draw on, its massive body soaring into the air along with the dirt beneath its feet, and its terrified eyes kept glancing at the kitchen, as if hoping that its owner who had summoned it would lend a helping hand.

But....

Gilbert Wilkin did nothing.

Sou!

The witch puppet was sucked into the bottle, Ma Wei covered it with a cork, the wind instantly subsided, and through the glass, the palm-sized witch puppet could be seen constantly beating the bottle, making a silent roar.

Now is not the time to study monsters, Ma Wei took the glass bottle into his arms, and together with Yunia and Chubby Tangerine, he pushed open the kitchen door.

Gilbert Wilkin, who was trying to climb out of the narrow window, heard the movement behind him, his arm stiffened, turned around and jumped off the table, calmly patted the dust on his clothes, sat down in a chair, and made a gesture of please:

"You may be seated, Father, and we can finally have a good talk."

"Don't you like wasting time?"

"Oh, I really don't like it, but it also depends on the situation, I was really arrogant just now..."

Gilbert Wilkin twisted his beard and tried his best to put on a gentlemanly bearing: "It turns out that I misjudged your strength, Father Priest, so now I sincerely apologize to you, and I hope that you will not remember the villain, so that we can make a deal calmly." ”

No harsh words, no incompetent rage, Gilbert Wilkin was well aware of his current situation, and his posture was extremely low.

To provoke an enemy who is clearly stronger than oneself, is either sick in the brain or is bent on death.

Gilbert didn't want to die, and his brain circuits were normal, so he wanted to talk to Mavey.

And Ma Wei does have a lot of questions to ask him.

"What church are you from?"

"Voodoo Kingdom, Witch God Cult." Gilbert said: "Three years ago, I was caught in a storm on an overseas voyage and the fleet was shipwrecked, and I was lucky enough not to die, and I floated to the kingdom of Voodoo with a piece of driftwood, where I lived for a while and became a believer in the Witch God Cult. ”

Three years ago....

Storm?

"On which route did you encounter the storm?"

"On the 22°S-33°S, I was going to Port Elizabeth to buy goods, but halfway through the voyage, when I was about to bypass the Dead Sea, I was suddenly hit by a storm, and the draft of the ship that was not loaded with goods was too shallow, and I could not lower the sails at the first time, so it led to the destruction of the whole army."

Gilbert said calmly: "It was on October 1, three years ago, and I remember it very well. ”

Hearing this, Ma Wei's eyes narrowed.

Three years ago, the original St. Martiel's fleet also planned to return to the Kingdom of Windsor from 22°S-33°S, but it also encountered a storm halfway, and the time and place were right.

As for why the fleet of San Martir was able to survive the storm, there were three reasons, one was that the ships plundered a lot of cargo and almost filled the bilge, the second was that the tonnage of the ships they used far exceeded that of ordinary merchant ships, and the third and most important reason....

The fleet of Saint-Martine, with its experienced sailors and captains, saw that the sky was suddenly overcast and dark, and without the command of the commander, the sailors themselves jumped on the masts and put away the sails.

When seemingly accidental conditions are combined, the result must be inevitable.

"When did the gods of the Witch God Cult come?"

"The night before yesterday."

"The Kingdom of Voodoo is so far away from the Kingdom of Windsor, how did you know about this?"

"Oracle."

Gilbert took out a palm-sized wooden statue from his pocket and placed it in front of Mavi: "When the god of voodoo Dembala comes, he will proclaim to the believers through the idol, and all believers who possess the idol can receive the gifts he has given..."

As he spoke, his voice became smaller, his eyes flickered, and while he was contemplative, he couldn't help but raise his eyes to look at Ma Wei, and then smiled: "Father, you see, I know everything, I have no end to my words, please raise your noble hand and spare my life, I can swear in the name of Dembala, the god of voodoo, that from now on, wherever you appear, I will retreat." ”

"Don't worry, I'm not done yet." Taking his facial expression into his eyes, Ma Wei grinned, "Is the magic you use from the Witch God Cult?" ”

"Of course."

"The bottle responsible for containing the spirit golem was also given to you by the Witch God Cult?"

Gilbert nodded and replied without hesitation: "Well, the bottle was brought back by me three years ago, and as for the spirit golem, I made it myself last night, and I can give you the recipe if the priest needs it." ”

"Show me."

Gilbert immediately reached into his arms, took out a piece of yellow paper that had been eroded by the sea breeze, and handed it to Mavi with both hands.

The language used on the yellow paper was not the language of the Kingdom of Windsor, but some kind of ancient script, and every character seemed to be painted, and Ma Wei did not recognize it.

"I couldn't read it at first." "But I got a local translator and translated it into the language we use," Gilbert said. ”

Skipping the ghost drawing on it, Ma Wei really saw the familiar text at the bottom of the yellow paper.

[The spirit puppet is a kind of soul body that is invisible to the naked eye, and it needs to take 1 pound of Hague root, 2 ounces of herbs, and a ..... of less than a month of live baby]

Ma Wei suddenly didn't want to watch it anymore.

He lifted the shade of the kerosene lamp, lit the yellow paper on the flame seedling, and watched it turn into a handful of ashes and fall in a wlump of ashes.

Seeing this scene, Gilbert's Adam's apple squirmed, and he wanted to say something, but thinking of his own situation, he swallowed the words back.

"What are the doctrines of your Witch God Cult?" Ma Wei stared at the faint flames and asked softly.

"Animism is animist, and spiritism is the most commonly used method, so I was able to prepare for a rainy day three years ago and bring back the bottle and recipe."

"Oh?"

Ma Wei was a little curious: "The Witch God Sect knew the time of the arrival of the gods before the gods came?" ”

"Yes." A flash of fire flashed in Gilbert's eyes: "It's amazing, isn't it?" I thought it was incredible, but it all happened according to the priest's prophecy! ”

"No wonder...."

Ma Wei looked at Gilbert's chest: "If you want to use the power of the gods' gifts, do you have to go through the magic array?" ”

"Hmm.... Not exactly, it depends. ”

Gilbert frowned and considered: "If you just want to eliminate the pain and enhance your physique, you can do it without a magic array, the magic array can maximize the power of gifts, and do many miracles that you can't think of." ”

"How many magic circles do you have?"

"Just two, one is the bottle you are holding in your hand, and the other is the magic array tattooed on my chest by the priest, my status in the Witch God Cult is not high, and I can only access these."

Lifting his clothes, Gilbert showed off the tattoo on his chest, which was completely carved into the flesh and could not be taken away.

"Father, can I leave? I've answered all your questions...."

"Okay, I'll send you."

Mavey pulled out an old-fashioned flintlock pistol hidden at his waist and aimed it at Gilbert's head.

"Father !!"

Gilbert screamed, "You are a believer in the truth! ”

"I believe in the truth, not in the Virgin."

Bang!