9 Downing Street, Prime Minister's official residence.

"Ahem, ahem!"

In the smoky room, Prime Minister Winston sat slumped in his chair, coughing with a cigar and frowning at the confidential government in his hand.

Perhaps sensing that the air inside the room was too muddy, Winston picked up the bell in the corner of the table and shook it vigorously, while shouting outside, "Open the window!" ”

Click

The door was open, the hard heels creaked against the floor, and a pair of slightly pale palms pushed open the window, and sat down across from Winston.

"Your Majesty?"

Seeing the person coming clearly, Winston was shocked and quickly sat up: "Why are you here?" ”

"It's time for you to smoke less." Glancing at the overflowing ashtray, Rhodes IV said, "I'm worried about your current physical condition, although the church can use immortality magic, they can't take care of you all the time, and it's not good if you suddenly appear in danger one day." ”

"Your Majesty, this is one of the few pleasures I have left." Winston smiled wryly, "Smoking, drinking, what else do I like?" Oh, and the occasional portrait of a beautiful woman might count as one. ”

"No matter what, you still pay more attention to your body, I'm old, and you're still in the prime of life."

"Thank you for your concern, I will drink less."

Rhodes IV knew that Winston was a smoker and a drinker, and he always carried a cigar in his left pocket and a cigar cutter and lighter in his right pocket, so that he could take a puff whenever and wherever he wanted.

There is nothing to condemn about this preference, as the prime minister, it is not wrong to like to smoke, as long as he wants to, he has endless cigars.

"I'm here to ask about women's unions." Rhodes IV said: "These topics are not convenient to be carried out in the royal palace, so I came here. ”

"Women's Union." Winston took a puff on his cigar and said, "Tell the truth, Your Majesty, the day before yesterday I sent someone to His Royal Highness the Fourth Prince to convey our intentions, just yesterday, the Educators' Association officially rejected Duke Chevali's application to establish a girls' school, but I learned that Duke Chevali did not give up, but established a school to teach women publicly"

Rhodes IV frowned: "Oh, so to speak, she still refuses to give up?" ”

"Instead of giving up, she set up a newspaper office, apparently preparing to publish it," said Winston, "Your Majesty, you should talk to her." ”

"I can't persuade her."

Rhodes IV shook his head slowly, he knew Freya's character very well, after all, he grew up watching each other, when Freya decided to do something, no one could pull it back, and this was the case with the establishment of a women's union.

The last trace of luck in his heart disappeared, and Rhodes IV looked out the window sadly: "If women are allowed to participate in politics, it will break the existing political pattern, which is not good news. ”

No one knows what will happen if women are allowed to participate in politics.

For those in power, nothing happens is the best.

"What's next?" Winston asked, "Your Majesty, there's little I can do to stop Duke Chevali. ”

"Hmm"

Rhodes IV took a deep breath, his eyes gradually changed from sorrow to firmness, as if he had made up his mind: "I hope the Doomsday Party can help us." ”

"The Doomsday Party?" Winston was shocked, "Your Majesty, you asked the Doomsday Party to help, is it?"

"Nothing surprising." Rhodes IV turned his head, his eyes were indifferent, and he said expressionlessly: "I love Sophia so much, she is my heart, I regard her as more important than my life, but for the sake of the Windsor Kingdom, I have to send someone to kill her, all in order to create a king who can lead the Windsor Kingdom to the top!" Charles and Shukri were just stepping stones for him, including me. ”

Winston was silent, and after a while, he said, "What the Doomsday Party said is not necessarily right"

"The Doomsday Party? Oh, there's no way back! If this continues, the royal family of Windsor will only be reduced to vassals of the church! I can't let the inheritance of my ancestors be broken in my hands! ”

Rode IV said in a cold voice: "I regard Freya as my daughter, but she has repeatedly disobeyed me, and for the sake of the Windsor Kingdom, I can only endure the pain of love. Do you think I'm cruel? ”

A worthy monarch is never bothered by personal affairs." Winston said.

"My abilities are limited, and if I had been more vicious, I wouldn't have a strong opponent like Mavi Enders." Rhodes IV looked down at his hands, "I am responsible for at least thirty percent of the rise of the Church of Truth, and I must make up for this mistake." ”

Whether Rhodes IV's choice was the right one, Winston didn't know, but he always felt that it was not a good thing to be entangled with the Doomsday.

As a prime minister, he wanted to see the Kingdom of Windsor prosper and get better, but what Rhodes IV did would plunge the Kingdom of Windsor into civil strife.

Once it fails.

The consequences are unimaginable.

Secondly, Winston didn't expect that Rhodes IV's heart would be so ruthless, Duke Shevali was raised by him, and even so, he was still moved to kill, just like the much-loved Princess Sophia back then

"Go ahead, Winston, and contact Professor Morea and ask him to meet."

"Yes."

7pm, Covent Royal Opera House, Box 1.

"You want to get rid of Duke Chevali?"

Listening to Rhodes IV's request, James Moorea showed a surprised expression: "Isn't she very close to you, just like a biological father and daughter?" ”

"Yes, I doted on her, and I promised her father to take good care of her." Rhodes IV showed a sad expression: "But she is so rebellious, I have given her several opportunities, but she refuses to turn back, she is determined to oppose me, I don't want to do this, but there is no other way. The Kingdom of Windsor can't be messed up. ”

James Morea frowned deeply, bowed his head and said nothing, not in the mood to listen to the loud singing below.

The Doomsday Party has rules for doing things.

An ordinary person like Freya, the Doomsday Party must not do anything to him for no reason, unless the other party still chooses to block it after knowing about the Doomsday Party, then it will be regarded as a threat to be eliminated.

According to the rules, James Morea should not accept the commission of Rhodes IV, but the other party is the king after all, and he will cooperate more closely in the future, so it is really difficult to refuse in person.

"Your Majesty, Duke Shevali is just an ordinary person, why don't you choose another way?"

James Morea wondered, "As the king, you should have many ways to get rid of her, and you don't have to choose us. ”

"I see Freya as my daughter, how can I bear to do it to her?"

Rhodes IV said from the bottom of his heart: "Only by asking you can I be out of sight and out of mind, why, don't you agree?" ”

"I need to think about it."

"I didn't think twice about choosing to help you." Rhodes IV said coldly: "Can't you meet such a simple request?" ”

As soon as he heard this, James Morea knew that he had no way out, and that he had already said this, and if he didn't agree, he would probably have a conflict with the king, which would affect the plans of the Doomsday Party.

"I understand, since Your Majesty insists on this, I will convey the Doomsday Party's request to Duke Shevali, and if she does not agree, we will get rid of her."

"Okay, so be it."

After talking to the king, and halfway through the opera, James Morea left Box 1 and went to Box 3, where he opened the door, where Colonel Moran sat and sipped the wine, looking intoxicated.

"Humph!"

"Professor?"

Guy Moran opened his eyes and saw James Moorea standing in front of him, and he shuddered in fright: "You have finished talking to the king?" ”

Closing the door, James Morea sat down and said, "After talking, Your Majesty asked me to get rid of Duke Chevali, and you arrange Mr. Butler to let him do it." ”

"Mr. Butler."

Guy Moran licked his lips: "Professor, Jack is missing, there has been no news for half a month, I guess, he may have been killed"

"Jack is dead?" James Moreya's eyelids jumped: "Didn't he get the weapon of the ghost doctor Doolittle?" How can the world evaporate? The Witcher doesn't have that strength! ”

"I think so too, so I haven't dared to report it to you." Guy Moran said: "The power that can make Jack evaporate from the world, at least at the level of gods, in London, it is only possible that three goddesses can make a move, but when I inquired, no one in the church knows about it!" ”

"Jack either defected, or he provoked something worthy of a god."

James Moorea's face was gloomy and could drip water: "In addition to the three goddesses, there are also ancient god forces in London, if they make a move, it will not be difficult to get rid of Jack quietly, forget it, leave him alone for the time being, is there no other available manpower from Mr. Butler?" ”

"There are also gnomes and smokers, and smokers are more suitable for long-range sniping."

"To be on the safe side, send both of them out, and don't have any more problems this time!"

"Yes, yes."

"The assassination of Nicholas von Manstein failed, he was surrounded by witchers, it would be unwise to continue to waste his strength, tell the Grand Prince that this commission is over, let him ask another master."

"Understood. By the way, Professor, didn't the Doomsday Party make a pact with the forces of the Old Gods, and the two sides would not interfere with each other? Guy Moran was curious: "Since they don't interfere with each other, it is impossible for the forces of the ancient gods to do anything to Jack, and they will never break the contract!" ”

"It's not surprising that there are other transcendents lurking in London who are comparable to gods, and the forces in London are so intricate that no one knows what is hiding in the dark."

James Moorea waved his hand impatiently: "Your Majesty has given us a problem, fortunately, Duke Chevali has not been blessed by the gods, deal with her according to the rules, don't go wrong like you did with Nicolas von Manstein!" You personally supervise! ”

"Yes."

At noon, in the dead of night.

The misty fog obscured the bright moon, the starry sky could not pierce the thick fog that enveloped London, and on the dark and damp streets, an orange figure shuttled through the darkness, its fat body was as vigorous and light as a bird, slowly passing in front of the witcher who had opened his magic eye to monitor the surroundings, swaggering off the roof, and swaying into the open window of the kitchen.

The Witcher who had opened the Eye did not notice the orange cat, for the other party lurked in the darkness like a quagmire, shuttling silently through the night.

In the bedroom on the second floor of the grocery store, Ma Wei, who had just fallen asleep, felt something heavy pressing down on his body, causing him to have difficulty breathing and unable to move.

After struggling in his sleep for a while, Ma Wei suddenly broke away from the dream, opened his eyes, and met the gaze of a fat orange curled up with paws lying on his chest.

"You"

"Me?"

"Do you have a problem?"

"Something."

Fat Orange let Ma Wei pick it up and put it aside, yawned and said, "There's news coming back from there on Friday." ”

"It seems to be in charge of finding out about the palace on Friday, right?"

"Yes, Friday said that Rhodes IV had been to 9 Downing Street this morning, and then to the Covent Royal Opera House tonight, and then Guy Moran of the Playing Card Club sent someone to Windsor Town to deliver a message to Mr. Butler."

"Rhodes IV has gone to James Morea." Ma Wei nodded and sighed: "It is not a good sign that he suddenly contacted James Morea, if nothing else, I am afraid that he is going to attack Freya Then again, is there no cat surveillance at 9 Downing Street?" ”

"There are no cats inside 9 Downing Street, because they don't have pets, I only arranged for cats to be monitored outside, but unfortunately, the sound insulation of the Prime Minister's official residence is too good to be eavesdropped."

The Cat Legion can play a big role, but they are not omnipotent.

"I know Freya's identity, so I'm not in a hurry to wake you up, not so much worried about her, but worried about Mr. Butler." Fat Orange said: "Rhodes IV is really a ruthless man, Freya is so close to him, others say that they are the same as father and daughter, and the result? It's chilling. ”

"Rhodes IV was a man of indifference to feelings, not so much ruthlessness as callousness, or disregard for life."

"He's more like a demon than a demon." Fat Orange Beard twitched, as if sneering, "What are you going to do next?" Want to remind Freya? ”

"Remind her what to do. According to the rules of the Doomsday Party, the killer will definitely contact Freya in advance, and only if Freya refuses their request will it develop to the stage of assassination. ”

Ma Wei grabbed the cup placed on the bedside and took a sip of cold water: "The Doomsday Party and the Old God Forces. Let them dog-eat-dog! ”

"Well, then I'm leaving."

After delivering the message, Fat Tangerine got up and shook his hair, jumped out of bed and was about to leave, when suddenly, a pair of hands picked it up by the waist and threw it on the bed.

"What are you doing?" Fat Orange looked at Ma Wei, who suddenly made a move, and took a step back: "You won't have any special hobbies like Jacob Valentine."

"If I had a special hobby, I would have done it to you a long time ago, so why wait until now?"

Fat Orange thought about it, and let go of his hanging heart: "Then why are you stopping me?" ”

"Aren't you my cat, who is out in the wild all day long, and occasionally accompanies me for one night?"

"I'm a cat with a cat personality"

Fat Orange said lightly: "If you like the type of Baiyi Baishun, you should go to Xiao Hei, I'm not that kind of glamorous slut."

"Speak human words."

"10 gold pounds a night."

"You're still short of money to open such a big fishing company?"

"That's all the money of the Cat Army, my daily salary is the same as other cats, it's three small dried fish plus half a catty of minced meat and a can."

"Then what do you want money for?"

"Can't get enough to eat"

"What?"

"It's okay! Do you give it or not? Fat Orange said with a straight face: "If you don't give it to me, I'll leave!" ”

"Give it to me, I'm glad I have a small coffer."