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Chapter 160: Thanks for the invitation. I'm in London, just got off the plane. Please come over. I'll remain anonymous.
After taking Karen away from the church, Marne mailed the documents to the local newspaper and then left them there.
He added suggestive magic to the materials, guaranteeing that those who read them would empathize with them, thus ensuring they would make the news.
As for what the newspapers wrote, that's none of Marx and Engels' business. Anyway, once it's exposed, Father Lyle will definitely be disgraced.
Ignoring all that, the group found a hotel, gave Karen another thorough cleaning, and Ma En personally cooked a big meal to feed Karen well before taking her shopping for clothes.
Karen is currently wearing Ilya and the others' clothes. Although they don't seem to mind, it's not good to keep doing this. Karen needs to have her own clothes too.
The three little cuties also got to know Karen quite well. They didn't make a fuss when buying clothes, but just circled around Karen, constantly picking out cute new clothes for their new little sister.
They would frequently exclaim and discuss things like, "Kallen-chan is so cute!", "Kallen-chan is so adorable!", and "This dress suits Karen so well!"
Ma En always felt that they had found a new toy and were treating Karen like a dress-up doll.
Overall, Karen felt the enthusiasm of the three people and gradually became more talkative, but she was still a little reserved and only gave polite responses.
Finally, at four o'clock in the afternoon, Karen, dressed in a red dress, little shoes, and a beret, looking exquisite and adorable, boarded the plane to London with Maren and the others.
Children always seem to have inexhaustible energy. The three little cuties were still chattering away, but this time they brought Karen along, talking about the environment of Fuyuki and life there.
Sometimes they encounter things they don't quite understand, so they ask Mordred or the Lion King, who act as nannies, for help. They get along fairly well.
However, when the plane arrived in London, several hours had passed, and the little ones were all tired and dozing off, adding to the time they had spent before.
Marne and Mordred had to carry them off the plane, mainly because Ilya and Karen were quite attached to him.
Ilya insisted on being held, while Karen clutched his clothes, staring at him without saying a word.
Faced with the two adorable little ones' whining and pleading, Ma En couldn't resist and had no choice but to take on the role of a nanny as well.
Stepping out of the airport, the Lion King returned to his familiar yet unfamiliar homeland, overwhelmed with emotions and feeling somewhat dazed.
Before she knew it, a figure darted over.
Just as she realized what was happening and prepared to be on guard, the man spoke warmly to Marne:
"Is this Lord Marne? Welcome, welcome. My name is Hamms, and I am one of the El-Melloi family's butlers. On behalf of the El-Melloi family, I welcome Lord Marne for accepting our invitation."
"I will now act as your guide. The car is outside. Do you have any plans?"
This is a blond, middle-aged man dressed in a tailcoat, a traditional British gentleman. He has a kind face, and his attire gives the impression that he is a butler.
"Hi Hamms, I'm sorry I'm busy right now."
Looking at the man who claimed to be the El-Melloi family's butler, Ma En had a few thoughts flashing through his mind. He smiled and said, "I'm here mainly because of the children's matter. I need to go to the Clock Tower to take care of it."
"But as you can see, the children are tired from the long journey."
Upon seeing this, Hamms quickly chimed in, "In that case, let me arrange hotels for you and your party."
As he was about to turn around and invite them, he heard Marne say, "No, let's go straight to the El-Melloi family and stay for the night. It may be a bit of a disturbance, but I'm sure your elders won't mind."
Hamms was taken aback, thinking to himself that Marne was really not being polite.
"What? Is it inconvenient?"
Seeing Hamms stunned, Marne raised an eyebrow: "Your El-Melloi family invited me here without any preparation, didn't you?"
Hamms snapped out of his daze and chuckled dryly, "Hehe, what are you saying? You're joking. Of course, there's no problem. Please go ahead."
After saying that, Hamms turned around and led the way, with Marne and the others following behind.
With his hands empty, the Lion King, who was in charge of security, quietly approached Ma En and whispered, "Master, there's something wrong with this person. I sensed malice from him just now."
Ma En nodded subtly: "I know, and I can tell."
He sensed something was wrong as soon as he heard what the other person said.
He had been in contact with the El-Melloi family and said he would arrive in the next couple of days, but he hadn't given a specific time and said he had other things to take care of.
They replied that he should contact them when he arrived, and they would send someone to pick him up and treat him to a warm welcome.
Therefore, this Hamms is very problematic.
The El-Melloi family wasn't in such a hurry at all; knowing he was coming, they simply sent people to wait for him at the airport.
Furthermore, if the El-Melloi family really changed their minds at the last minute and got anxious, the people they sent wouldn't say that.
Not only is the original "warm hospitality" gone, but there wasn't even a single word of urging them to hurry up, which is very abnormal.
Clearly, this Hamms was sent by someone else with ulterior motives.
It seems something has happened in London that he is unaware of, Marne thought.
"Then..." Prince Zi looked at Hams in front of him: "Should we take him down?"
“No need.” En shook his head: “Let’s see how he plans to make his move first. He’ll tell us himself later. Just make sure the children are safe.”
His demand to go directly to the El-Melloi family disrupted their plans, and barring any unforeseen circumstances, whatever their motives, they should be making their move soon.
“I understand.” Prince 0.9 nodded, quietly stepped back, and gave Mordred a look.
Mordred understood and immediately became alert.
Hamms was quite well-prepared; the car was a luxurious extended version, and Marne's three or four children could easily fit in.
Without a word, the car started and drove in silence, going further and further away, taking a more and more remote route, even leaving the city.
Hamms also explained that Elmero's family home was not located in the city.
To this, Mar and Eng simply smiled.
Do you really think he knows nothing?
Although El-Melloi's family is not actually in London, they do own property there, so they can be considered part of his family in London.
After all, they are a monarchical family. It's not like Professor Ren has to travel that far every day to get home from the Clock Tower.
Chapter 161 El-Melloi: ! I'm not pretending anymore!
As Marne and the others got into the car, it was morning in Japan on the other side.
In a small village near Fuyuki, several white people with Western features gathered in a coffee shop.
While they were eating breakfast, suddenly, one of their communicators rang.
The group exchanged glances, quickly got up to pay the bill, and went outside to a secluded spot with empty exam papers.
"We've received word that the target has arrived there but is being held back by our people. We can begin our operation now."
"Yes."
The group seemed well-trained; without a word, they immediately set off towards Fuyuki, or rather, towards Mount Enzo.
The same scene is playing out elsewhere.
Not only these unidentified people, but even those whom Maren identified as the ones who emerged from the clock tower took action.
In an instant, the undercurrents around Fuyuki surged and rushed towards Fuyuki.
And Marne knew nothing of any of this.
At this time, he was taken by Hamms to a remote manor.
Just when Marne thought they were about to go all the way with their act, the people in the manor surrounded them.
"So, is 21 not planning to install it?"
Marne was somewhat surprised, but not too much so, and remained calm, watching Hamms with interest.
"Pack?"
Hamms laughed, shook his head, and took a few steps back: "I'm not pretending, because I am El-Melloi's butler."
"Ok?"
This surprised Marne, who then realized something.
"You mean, all of these people are..."
"Yes."
An elderly figure emerged from the manor, smiling as he addressed Marne, "I wonder if Your Excellency Marne finds the hospitality I have prepared for you warm enough?"
"..." En opened his mouth in surprise, but couldn't quite say "FUCK".
Finally, seeing the other party's mocking smile, his face darkened: "I was wondering if you guys had leaked the news somewhere, but I didn't expect you didn't even need to leak the information."
Blanch!
So it turns out it was you Elmello who were always trying to cause trouble!
Damn it! He thought it was some other force! What a waste of my brain cells!
Maren felt like he'd been screwed over, because he realized he'd been tricked.
Those contacts from El-Melloi were indeed real, but their intentions were false.
From the very beginning, El-Melloi's goal was not to inquire about the situation or to interrogate him, but to lure him away from Fuyuki so that they could cause trouble in Fuyuki.
Saying there's no rush is just a ploy to lure you in and feign innocence.
Seeing the change in Ma En's expression, the old man smiled and said, "It seems you have understood."
"Yes, I understand now, Jumelius Elmero Kirius, right?"
Ma En glared at the old man opposite him with a sour expression.
He guessed that the old man was the one who had contacted him.
The old man nodded and readily admitted, "That's right, it's me."
"I'm very curious, what exactly did that scoundrel Webber tell you guys?"
After much thought, Maren could only conclude that Weber must have said something inappropriate in the letter that aroused El-Melloi's wicked intentions.
“Weber Velvet, he’s a good boy, he said what he needed to say.”
"But Lord Marn is really generous. You just gave him the chance to go to the Roots. Kenneth is so lucky to have met such a generous person. It's truly enviable."
As Jumelus spoke, he looked at Marne strangely, his eyes filled with fanaticism and greed.
"Since you don't seem to value that thing much anyway, and you're being so generous, why don't we make good use of it?"