Father Mavie

Chapter 91 The Villa
At noon, in the suburbs.

chap!
Mavi struck a match and threw it into the hole in front of him where the dead rat was.

As soon as the flame touched the kerosene, it ignited a huge fire, accompanied by bursts of black smoke, and the heat wave was pressing.

Standing by the edge of the pit, Ma Wei stared at the flame wave, while sullenly, his eyes flickering, thinking about what happened just now.

After leaving Mrs. Ant's house, they went to the houses of several clients and found the same situation.

The ratio of cursed rats to normal rats is about 1:10, and they haven't spread yet.

These also corroborated his previous conjectures.

If the source of the curse cannot be found
Then, there will be a large-scale plague in the future.

"Little black."

"It's here!"

Xiao Hei, who was sniffing wild flowers and weeds, ran over: "What is the master's order?"

"It's a rare time to come to Wexford City, you go to deepen your relationship with the stray cats on the street."

"Master, do you want the cat and cat army to expand?"

Xiao Hei tilted his head and said, "Brother is already arranging missionary cats for this matter, and they should be dispatched soon."

"I want you to inquire about the curse. After all, we are outsiders, so we don't know as much as the local cats." Ma Wei frowned: "As for the expansion plan of the cat army, why don't I know?"

"Brother said that it is still training, and it will not be too late to tell the master when it is ready."

It is impossible for the Church of Truth to be limited to only one acre of land in New Ross City, and the same is true for the Cats and Cats Legion.

Almost everything Ma Wei does is related to expansion, and he also wants to understand that if the Church of Truth wants to expand, it is best to take advantage of this curse.

Since everyone is afraid of mice, cats and cats, the natural enemies of mice, will definitely usher in spring. Of course, dogs can also catch mice. Many people have been training dogs to catch mice, but the problem is that
When it comes to catching mice, a manageable cat > a manageable dog.

Most people hate cats because cats are too cold and like to steal food, and they are not as close as dogs.

But cats are small in size and eat a small amount, so they don’t need to worry too much, and they don’t have too much financial burden. If they can be domesticated, they are actually very suitable for domestic pets.

For ordinary people from less well-to-do families, a controllable cat is definitely a good hand at catching mice and worms.

The Cat Legion has endowed the cat race with controllability. When the order is established, the cats and humans can completely form an interdependent relationship. In this way.
The Church of Truth can get three major benefits:
1. The economic pressure has been eased.

2. The cat and cat army is equivalent to the eyeliner all over the cities, and has established a huge intelligence network. Any trouble, can't escape their eyes.

3. The ever-increasing power of faith can provide Junia with more power.

As for the problem of cat reproduction, don't worry too much.

With the ancient alchemical magic in Siren's Tears, cats can be painlessly castrated, and the reproduction speed is controllable.

For example, if Friday directly confiscated its crime tools, can it still touch Xiaomei?
However, this is all for later. With the current size of the cat and cat army, it has not yet reached the point where it needs to use magic to control the number. Expansion is the issue that should be considered at the moment.

After the flames in the pit gradually subsided and the rat corpses were almost completely burned, Levin picked up the shovel, filled the soil back, and stepped on it.

"Boss, where are we going next?"

"Eunia, are you hungry?"

"hungry"

No matter how hungry she was, Junia didn't say a word, because she knew that her father was busy with business.

The sandwiches Mrs. Cecil prepared were eaten on the train, and that was their breakfast.

After running all morning, it is strange not to be hungry.

"Then we'll go to Mr. Sean's."

Ma Wei patted the dirt off his hand, took out his pocket watch and glanced at it: "It's almost 2 o'clock in the afternoon, let's eat."

2:30 p.m., Paul Street, City Centre.

The street performer was wearing a red plaid skirt, standing under the statue in the central square, playing the accordion, the melodious tune drifted away with the wind, a carriage creaked past him, and through the half-opened window, suddenly A silver shilling flew out and fell into the hat in front of the artist with incomparable precision.

"Thank you, kind gentleman." The entertainer bowed and thanked the passengers in the car for their generous gifts.

It wasn't Mavi who tossed the coin, but Levin Bodger who was sitting across from him with his legs crossed.

He was playing with a coin in his hand, as if to relieve the boredom on the road, he turned into a dove for a while, and roses for a while
"Is that all your magic tricks?"

Although Mavi didn't expose Levin who was making Junia happy, the other party's magic performance was just the same over and over again, which was a bit boring.

"Magic is magic, magic is magic, and you can't generalize."

Levin snorted and said, "If I use magic, what new things can't be made? But that's too disrespectful to magic, just like we should respect craftsmen who make their living by selling their skills. They are all old artists!"

As the former head of the Sunshine Circus, Levine understands the hard work of street performers. If your show is loved by the audience, it’s a blessing. If the audience doesn’t like it
Not only will you not be making money, but you will be in a state of self-doubt.

Whenever he meets a busker, Levin will generously donate money and give him a little hope.

Ten minutes later, the four-wheeled carriage came to a villa backed by the sea.

"This is Mr. Sean's villa?"

After getting out of the car, Levin looked at the not-so-tall house in front of him. He saw that the four walls were covered with moss, and the closed iron door was stained with rust. It was not so much the residence of the rich, but more like a certain house. An abandoned mental hospital.

Levine is really puzzled. You must know that although Sean Rickman is not an aristocrat, his family has been in business for generations and is engaged in maritime trade, which definitely has nothing to do with the word "poor".

Seeing such a gloomy villa that was incompatible with the surrounding houses, Junia was not afraid, but licked her lips and said, "Dad, I smell a sweet smell!"

"Sweet taste?"

Ma Wei sniffed it quickly, and only smelled a wave of tidal air from sea water, which had no sweet smell at all.

There are no shops selling pastries around either.

Just when he was a little confused, Levin had already stepped forward and knocked on the iron door. Amidst the bang bang bang bang, the door of the villa opened, and an old man with white hair and wearing an ill-fitting butler uniform came out, speaking in a low tone. asked:
"Do any of you have an appointment?"

Ma Wei took out the envelope in his arms: "We are invited to get rid of rats. This is an invitation letter sent by Mr. Sean Rickman."

"It turned out to be Father Ma Wei from the Church of Truth." The old butler put away the envelope and opened the iron door: "Please come in, our master has been waiting for you for a long time."

(End of this chapter)