In the dead of night, Mavi finished telling Yunia the story of the desert country, and after coaxing her to sleep, he returned to his room and was just about to go to bed...

Click.

The doorknob was suddenly twisted open, and then the communication crept in.

When he saw the flintlock pistol in Ma Wei's hand, he was obviously stunned: "What are you doing?" ”

"What are you doing? This is my room. ”

"I know!" The communication rolled his eyes, "I'm here to talk to you about Edward!" ”

"Oh, say it earlier."

Putting down the flintlock pistol, Ma Wei lit the kerosene lamp at the bedside, "What do you want to talk about?" ”

"What the hell did you make a deal with it?"

Without hesitation, the source asked straight to the point: "You must have made some important promise to let such an extraordinary person comparable to a god join us!" ”

"Is finding a habitat for the Bloodline a big commitment?"

"Of course this doesn't count, I mean something else."

"Other... No. Ma Wei squinted at him, "Most of the time, I have been preaching the truth to it, and I have not talked about promises. ”

"Truth? You're fooling again.... Bah! Do you give it a missionary sermon? ”

"Ideas do not discriminate between races."

"Don't be kidding, there is no race in thought, but there is a difference between people!" The communication had a look of disbelief: "It is a blood clan, can it understand the meaning of those big and fearless thoughts in the Book of Truth?" It was all created by humans! ”

"At first, I thought it wouldn't work, but it turned out to be unexpected."

Ma Wei spread his hands: "Amnesia, its acceptance of human thoughts is surprisingly high, many questions, one point, it's just a good flicker.... Ahem, the Truth Fit! ”

Sure enough, it's still a fool...

The source muttered in his heart for a while, and suddenly grasped the point: "Amnesia? Is it amnesia? ”

"Well, it doesn't know where it came from, it doesn't know why it slumbered, and the only memory left is his wanderings in the Land of the Dead."

"What? The Land of the Dead? The source felt that his head was gradually swollen, and the top of one head was two big: "What is this?" Have you talked to him so much?! ”

"It's all some information that can't be used for the time being, it's too late today, if there is any problem, I'll talk about it tomorrow, anyway, you just remember, in addition to finding a place for the blood clan, we also have to help it find lost memories, and the hard promise is just these two points, nothing else matters."

Just pay a small price in exchange for such a powerful ally, in Ma Wei's opinion, I am afraid there is no such a good deal in the world....

"Hey, Boss, don't you say sleep! Half of the people who suffocated to death know it! ”

"It's 2 o'clock in the morning."

"Let's talk for another 5 minutes!"

Katsa.

There was a sound of a hammer coming down from the quilt, and the text shook his body, leaving a good night and disappearing in an instant, running faster than a rabbit.

.....................................

The next day, 8 a.m.

Mrs. Cecil got up half an hour early, made breakfast, and ran to the door to look around, as if waiting for Cassim's return.

At the kitchen table, the latest source yawned and grabbed a slice of bread, staring at the butter and jam in deep thought, not knowing which condiment to choose.

Yunia chose jam and Mavi chose salted butter, and they all ate with relish, but Edward on the side sat in a chair in a daze.

"Edward, why don't you eat breakfast?"

"I don't eat human food."

"Well, reasonable." The source nodded, finally made up his mind, and stretched out his knife towards the jam, and just as he was spreading the jam all over the bread, he suddenly felt a hot gaze coming from the side, which was the gaze of the predator when he found his prey....

Swish!

He turned his head reluctantly, only to find Edward staring at the plate in a daze.

He turned around, put down the knife, opened his mouth wide, and was about to take a big bite of jam bread....

The scorching gaze came again.

He turned his head again, still not noticing anything unusual.

"You don't play with him."

Ma Wei, who was reading the newspaper, didn't raise his head and said: "If you are hungry, find something to eat by yourself, there are so many people in the city, and one person can provide a drop of blood for you to enjoy for half a year." ”

"Who told him to speak ill of me last night?"

Edward stretched and leaned back lazily: "It's fun to scare him... Have you finished reading the newspaper? ”

"I'm done."

Ma Wei casually handed him the newspaper and explained to the confused communication: "As a blood clan, Edward can extract blood from human bodies, in any amount, it can be a drop or it can be directly squeezed dry, and it will not leave any wounds. So theoretically, it doesn't need to catch a sheep wool, which is the key to the Blood's peaceful coexistence with humans. ”

“......”

The communication glared fiercely at Edward, who was immersed in reading the newspaper, knowing that the hot gaze just now was that the other party was deliberately scaring himself....

"Father! Father! ”

Mrs. Cecil's voice came from the church: "Someone is looking for you!" ”

At 8 o'clock in the morning, the church has not yet opened, who will pick this time slot to come to the door?

After taking the last sip of black tea, Ma Wei took off the napkin from his collar and walked into the church with doubts.

At the gate, Mrs. Cecil cast her helpless gaze, and behind her, stood a group of policemen in cyan tuxedos and black fur hats.

Inspector Macmillan was also among them, but this time, his rank could only allow him to stay on the side, and the middle-aged man led by him had a red-gold crown on his shoulder, symbolizing his position.

Superintendent!

"Good morning, Father Mavi."

The middle-aged man with the crown epaulette showed a smile, the corners of his lips and beard raised, not aggressive at all: "I am the chief of the New Ross City Police Department, Richard Jervis. ”

Ma Wei glanced at Inspector Macmillan, who looked helpless, and stepped forward to ask, "Good morning, Director, may I ask you what is the matter?" ”

"Regarding the fire that occurred at No. 55 South Street half a month ago, there are some questions in it that need to be asked to the person concerned."

Richard Jervis walked into the church, suddenly stopped, and ordered, "Macmillan, you take them on duty outside, and they are not allowed to enter without being summoned." ”

“... Be. ”

Leaving a look of self-righteousness, Macmillan left the church with a group of policemen and began his duty on both sides of the street.

"Madame, can you let me talk to Father Mavi alone?"

"Ahh Good. ”

At the request of Richard Jervis, Mrs. Cecil entered the kitchen and did not hesitate.

As an official law enforcement agency, although the police of the Kingdom of Windsor have average ability, they still have some majesty and status in the hearts of the people.

Richard Jervis walked to the idol, took off his hat and pressed it on his chest, and bowed his head, this action made Ma Wei even more puzzled, the other party is not a believer, what kind of salute to the goddess of truth Yunia?

"Forgive me for taking the liberty of it, Father Mavi."

Richard Jervis turned:

"Let me introduce myself again, I am the Knight of the Round Table in the eleventh seat of His Royal Highness the Fourth Prince, nicknamed... Percival. ”