"Entrust me with killing Nicholas von Manstein?"

In the dark room, Mr. Butler sat on the sofa, petting a black cat, and the moonlight shining into the room from behind reflected his burly figure, and under the contrast of light and dark, people could not see his appearance clearly.

Opposite him, stood a slender young man, with his hat pressed to his chest, his waist straight, his head slightly bowed, and his tone respectful, but 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 has always been strict about the rules in doing things, why did he start to inquire about me when he came here?" The young man said lightly: "According to the rules, you shouldn't ask me for the reason, can or can't, give me an answer." ”

"Don't get me wrong"

Mr. Butler chuckled: "Rules are rules, but who is Nicholas von Manstein, everyone knows in their hearts that he is now the treasure of the church, the key object of protection. The price to kill him is very heavy. ”

"Make your terms."

"It's not a problem that money can solve." Mr. Butler shook his head: "The specific conditions, I will send someone to inform you later, of course, if you fail to fulfill the agreement and kill Nicholas, I will not charge the price." ”

The young man hesitated: "You should understand the consequences of doing something to Nicholas, right?" ”

"Of course."

"In that case, then I'll wait for good news."

The young man put on his hat and turned to leave the room, and Mr. Butler sat on the sofa in contemplation for a moment, then suddenly got up and said to the little dwarf cowered in the corner, "Prepare the carriage, I will go into the city!" ”

Late at night, Central London, Poker Club.

"Hahaha! I've won again! ”

Guy Moran turned over his hole cards, an ace of spades, and with the cards on the table, he made a flush and won the game.

This victory allowed him to take over all the funds on the table, which was two thousand gold pounds, and he made a lot of money.

Just as he was happy, a maid walked up briskly and whispered a few words in his ear.

Guy Moran frowned, then smiled, picked up a cigar, got up and said to his friends, "Guys, you play slowly, I have something to do." ”

When everyone has good luck, Guy Moran's friends who often play cards with him have also made a lot of money, everyone is an acquaintance, and they know that Guy Moran will not leave the game at a hot moment, and his sudden departure must be something big.

With a cigar in his mouth, Guy Moran walked backstage with a gloomy face, went up to the second floor, pushed open the door to the study, and met Mr. Butler.

"Colonel Moran!" Mr. Butler hurriedly bowed his head and said with sincere fear, "I'm sorry to disturb you so late."

"I said, don't come to me in person unless it's a special matter." Guy Moran sat down on the sofa and said angrily: "My luck is hot, and I have been disturbed by you. Tell me, what's going on? ”

"Just now, a young man came to me and wanted to entrust me with the task of killing Nicholas von Manstein, and I agreed, but before I did it, I still came to ask for your instructions. It's too late to regret it now. ”

"Kill whom? Nicholas? Guy Moran was stunned for a moment: "Who is so bold?" Dare to attack Nicholas in London? Don't want to die? ”

If there is one of London's hottest personalities in the last six months, it is none other than Nicholas von Manstein.

There are many people who don't like him, but they really have the courage to assassinate him, but none of them have it.

The reason is very simple, behind Nicholas is the church, and the pope and archbishop attach great importance to him, not to mention whether they can kill him, just the chain reaction after killing him.

Who can afford the whole of London?

The angry Church of the Three Goddesses of Destiny still hasn't turned London upside down?

When the time comes, all the gangsters, the underground black market. Whether they are suspected or not, they will be arrested and interrogated one by one!

Passing dogs have to be slapped!

Don't say that dead people have no value, Nicholas means a lot to the church, if he dies and the church doesn't react at all, who would dare to join the church?

Again.

Nicholas is dead, Manstein Potions is still there!

Will the successor, Felix von Manstein, give up?

Making a move on Nicholas in London is definitely a stupid decision.

Guy Moran looked at Mr. Butler with some shock, feeling that his brain was in water, and he dared to take this hot potato

"Who's the principal?"

"It's under investigation, and there are no results yet, but those are the only ones who have the guts to hire us to do it to Nicholas."

"You" Guy Moran asked, wondering, "Why did you agree to the other party's request?" Don't you know the importance of Nicholas to the Church? ”

"I know, but Colonel Moran, in recent times, the Manstein Potions Company has grown too fast, they have grown like inflated hot air balloons, and I heard that during the recent trip to Paris, Nicholas also asked for the help of supernatural beings."

Mr. Butler said, "If the Manstein Potions Company continues to expand like this, the Church of the Goddess of Fate will also become stronger, which is not good for our future plans." ”

"Well, you're right." Guy Moran nodded: "It's really time to curb the momentum of the Manstein Potions Company, but even so, it's not enough to kill Nicholas von Manstein, he won't die." ”

"What do you mean, Colonel?"

"I mean, you go back first, let me think about it."

"Yes."

"How's the lab going?"

"The address has been found and is being renovated, and it is expected to take some time."

"Are those experts honest?"

Mr. Butler smiled and said, "At first, he was dishonest, he made a fuss about leaving all day long, and threatened us, and even a chemistry professor made a bomb. After starving them for a few days, they didn't resist, and with Jack they were staring, and nothing could happen. ”

Speaking of Jack, Guy Moran asked, "How many other people do you have available on your side besides Jack?" ”

"And the dwarf and the smoker, the shorty has been following me, and the smoker has been sent out by me to keep an eye on Russell Benjamin."

"Is there any progress on Russell Benjamin's side?"

"No, at present, it is only known that he and the fourth prince went to the northern part of the kingdom and the West Island with the Marquis of Brecken, and negotiated with the local nobles and councilors."

"Call him back, it's time for a shortage of manpower, Russell Benjamin's side is left alone."

After staring at the small three months, he didn't find anything at all, although Guy Moran didn't say it explicitly, but the meaning was very clear.

Obviously, the smoker is not someone's opponent at all, he can't play with others, he is being played around, and instead of continuing to waste time, it is better to quickly recall it and use it for other purposes.

After Mr. Butler left, Colonel Moran called his men and asked them to go to the Royal Opera House in Covent and change the show for tomorrow night to The Merchant of Venice.

The next evening

Guy Moran met Professor James Moorea punctually at the Opera House.

"What are you looking for me?"

The music sounded from the audience, and in the box with the curtain closed, Professor Morea asked, "Is there something wrong with the butler?" ”

"Yes, last night"

Guy Moran told him everything about the murder of Nicholas by someone who had entrusted Mr. Butler last night, and that he couldn't make his own decisions about such an important matter, so he still had to ask Professor Moorea.

Hearing that there was something wrong with the laboratory again, James Morea calmed down for a moment 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 is related to magic potions, which happens to be within the scope of the Doomsday Party's interference. ”

"But Nicholas is a human being, a human being who has not been blessed by the goddess, and we can't do it rashly, um"

For a while, James Morea was also a little undecided, he roughly guessed who entrusted Mr. Butler to kill Nicholas, there are only a few who are suspicious and courageous, and combined with the current situation, the scope is further narrowed.

It's nothing to take out Nicholas, the question is, what good is it for them to take out Nicholas?

Once Nicholas is killed, London will inevitably be turned to the bottom of the church, and even if Mr. Butler can escape arrest, the underground black market will be completely destroyed, and they will have to charge a high enough price to agree to the young man's demands.

No one wants to trade at a loss, and James Morea is no exception.

"Professor, do you think we should take this commission?"

"Pick it up, why don't you pick it up?"

While watching the performance, James Morea said: "If you want to blame Nicholas for choosing the church instead of the Doomsday, this is his own fault, but before you do it, you still have to follow the rules and explain the situation of the Doomsday Party to him, depending on his reaction." ”

"If he is like-minded with us after knowing about the existence of the Doomsday Party, there is naturally no need to kill him, otherwise, he must be eliminated!"

"Mr. Butler, you want to do something to me?"

Grocery store, kitchen, Ma Wei, who was enjoying dinner, listened to Fat Orange's report and showed a surprised look: "He knows that we attacked the laboratory?" ”

"I don't know." Fat Orange said: "Mr. Butler wants to assassinate you, because someone entrusted him, and I have already investigated the identity of the other party, he is a friend of the maid's brother and friend of the Marquis of Brecken's family, who works in a government agency, because of his good gambling, he owes a lot of money, once something happens, as long as this line is cut off, he will not be burned." ”

"The eldest prince wants me dead."

"Yes, he wants you dead."

"Well, that means I'm putting a lot of pressure on him." Ma Wei drank the tomato and brisket soup, took a bite of bread and said, "Has Mr. Butler agreed to the other party's commission?" ”

"He went to consult with Colonel Moran last night, and Colonel Moran went to see James Morea again tonight, and the show is not over yet, so I don't know the result." Fat Orange thought for a moment and said, "As long as James Morea wasn't an idiot, he wouldn't have taken this commission." ”

"What if he takes the commission?" Levin, who was bored and dry, raised his head: "The enemy is in the dark, we are in the light, and the disadvantage is too great!" The bottom line is that we can't use magic! ”

London is not Mosk, even if there is magic, it can't be used, and on weekdays, Mavi is either Unia or Edward by his side, why?

I'm afraid of being assassinated!

The advantage of this is that there will be no major incidents, and the disadvantage is that if something happens, it is likely to expose the fact that you can do magic!

"I'll go to Archbishop Brandon tomorrow and ask him to arrange some guards around me."

After drinking the last sip of soup, Ma Wei picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth: "As long as the Immortal Realm is always activated, you don't have to worry about being assassinated." ”

"Does Archbishop Brandon have a guard for you?" Levin frowned and said: "The realm of immortality is the magic of the goddess of health, Wild, and Archbishop Brandon is a believer of Nande, the goddess of wealth, please."

"The Church of the Three Goddesses of Destiny seems to be hostile to each other, but in fact, they can unite at a critical moment, otherwise they would have been infighting a long time ago." "As for the selection of the guards, they can be chosen from among the witchers, which is not a difficult task for Archbishop Brandon," Mavi said. ”

Even without Archbishop Brandon, with Mavi's current position in the church, it would not be a problem to mobilize several witcher squads, and the Pope gave him that power.

The next day, Marvey arrived at St. Paul's Cathedral early, and today was the day of the first batch of extraordinary herbs to be picked, and in addition to him, Archbishop Brandon was also going to the small town of Beckensfield.

Archbishop Brandon was very excited, perhaps it was the booming potions market that gave him hope of competing for the Pope's position, and in recent days, he has eaten less even sleeping toast, after all, toast can only give him illusions, and reality can approach that position.

"Arrange some guards for you?"

On the train to the small town of Beckensfield, Archbishop Brandon was stunned at first after listening to Ma Wei's request, and then immediately agreed: "It's no problem, I said before that I would arrange a guard for you, but you have always disagreed, why do you want it now?" ”

"There are a lot of people, and now I'm going to run for parliament, can I make sure that someone jumps over the wall and does something irrational?" Ma Wei sighed: "It's safer to have guards by your side, at least psychologically." ”

"It's not just psychological." Archbishop Brandon smiled: "I will arrange for the three most elite witcher squads to protect you 24 hours a day, in addition, I will also notify the Scotland Yard police, strengthen patrols of the location where you travel, and"

"Now you have enough status to enter the treasure house of the Church and choose a suitable transcendent item for self-defense, and the Pope expressed the same idea with me two days ago, and I haven't had time to tell you yet."

"Pick a supernatural item of the Church for self-defense?"

"Yes, clergy such as archbishops and cardinals, the most important clergy to the Church, can get transcendent items for self-defense, and you are no exception, but you have special conditions and can only carry some passive defensive items that are activated all year round."

Archbishop Brandon muttered, "I remember there was a suitable transcendent item in the treasury"

(End of chapter)