Medieval Reiki Revival

Chapter 1 Medieval Travelers

Since Joan of Arc was captured by the Principality of Bronte on this soil 512 years ago, the Francites on the continent of Europa have generally held a sense of distrust towards the nobles and clergy of the kingdom.

Even though the Francites had already defeated the Kingdom of the Netherlands and gained the upper hand in the competition with Espania, the Franchites were still not very happy to hand over their hard-earned coins to the tax collector .

So we can see the combination of stingy merchants and unwilling citizens.

They clamored and surrounded the perimeter of the Royal Palace, like a group of sardines crowding outside the wall holding dirty wooden signs-it said "against tax increase" or "execute Mazarin".

The organizer distributed bread crumbs to attract the attention of the homeless, and the person in charge stood on the wooden box and preached loudly, using extreme views to drive the audience into a frenzy.

Finally, when everyone couldn't contain their emotions and waved their fists, trying to rush into the luxurious iron gate painted with red paint, the guards guarding the gate drew out their long swords and laid the blades across the people's necks.

Skilled guards would catch the manipulators in the crowd before the rally reached its climax, forcing the pointless drama to end immediately.

King Charles II didn't care about the farce in front of his palace. He had his loyal guard, Treville, to protect him, and his godfather, Cardinal Mazarin, to deal with domestic disputes.

He only needs to exercise the power of the king with peace of mind, and strive to fill his life with joy and enjoyment, and he only needs to rule the rest.

Like Charles I, Charles II liked natural science very much. A naturalist from Nabis once praised him: "A young Apollo, in a palace as beautiful as heaven, put gold coins and honor together hats, and give them to people with talent."

William Harvey of Bresdeck put forward the hypothesis of blood circulation, and Vesalius, a physiologist at Butte, presented the structure of the human body in books through precise calculations and a lot of practical activities
The boldness of these people attracted the curiosity of Charles II, and he gave these scholars twenty gold coins each, which was only a little less than the monthly salary of the acrobat named Flim Naipu—this young man It can walk on a ten-meter-high rope and even jump dexterously.

The king's attitude allows more people who are willing to use "rationality" to understand the world to have a choice.

But the people on Europa continent have been indulged in the world of religion and hell for too long, just like [Ivan Dowling] who is in a coma, they still need to go through some labor pains if they want to wake up completely.

"Master, Master."

A maid squeezed her throat and tossed aside her pure white clean apron.

She was a little patient at first, but then her methods became rough, she took out spice powder from nowhere and stuffed it into Ivan's mouth.

"Cough cough cough."

Ivan's tears and snot flowed down together, leaving traces on his beautifully crafted dark red robe.

During the whole night of his "hangover", the pair of orange vests made of Turkish fabrics were spread on both sides of the ears like hibiscus flowers, and matched with the handsome and unusual cheeks, it seemed that he was lying on the riverside and wanted the reflection beautiful young Narcissus.

"Oh my God, you finally woke up."

The maid immediately became glazed-eyed, and even the movements of her hands became gentler.

Ivan's head was about to explode, especially the area under the back of the head made people grin and sigh.He was not in the mood to analyze the strange world in front of him, he just kept frowning.

Following the strength of the maid Bavoran, he sat up, and Bavoran found him a fluffy pillow to cushion his back.

Ivan wasn't used to having someone take care of him, so he subconsciously pushed away the water from his lips.

The feeling of dizziness is like a round stone, rolling back and forth in the skull as it shakes.

Nerve tingling spread down his chest, his stomach acid refluxed, and the raging river was suppressed in his mouth.

"I...vomit—!"

The maid caught them with a vase, and Ivan began to accept the memory of this body.

He soon knew that the bottle-holding girl in front of him was called Bavoran, and she was a maid who had just come to work at home the year before last, and she was closer to him.

The maid's father is Angel, a farmer in the countryside of Luzpitburg.

But Bavoran didn't like her father very much. She said more than once that her father was an ignorant country bumpkin.

Perhaps it was this rejection of his father that made his predecessor pay more attention to this maid.

After all, in his opinion, he also has a quasi-lord father who is ignorant and conservative.

Even though Colt Dowling said more than once that he was trying to inherit a viscount (a title higher than baron) from Espania, Ivan Dowling never gave him a high glance.

The young Franchites had been educated in patriotism and did not think that the Espanian savages could be of any use.

What's more, Espania's title system is not very suitable for this young man's taste-everyone knows that it doesn't look at the blood, but only the family's business strength.

The current Ivan doesn't have this kind of resistance. The white stockings wrapped around his feet make him feel cold and painful at the same time.

In fact, he couldn't figure it out, since he didn't cross the road to save the little girl, and he didn't post randomly on the Internet to make wishes with the great god, how could he cross the road.

"My previous life...what was it for?"

Ivan thought hesitantly, and it took him a long time to realize that he should be doing social consulting.

What I do the most every day is to make spreadsheets, pour water for leaders and colleagues, and brush my phone by the way. I basically forget all the knowledge in my mind.

Not to mention being mixed up in this era, even if he is suddenly thrown into a mountain village in the 21st century, he may not be able to live independently.

Fortunately, the family of this body is quite wealthy, so there is no need to worry about the needs of life.

While thinking, the maid brought him food.

I saw a lot of white bread, cheese, sausage, etc. on the wooden tray, as well as a glass of wine.

Ivan tasted a few mouthfuls, but he was not mentally adapted. The food here was either too salty or too fishy.

He didn't eat much food, but took a big gulp of wine. His digestive tract, which had been damaged by vomiting just now, completely calmed down under the appeasement of Dionysus.

According to the tradition of Luz Pittburg (it used to be the pioneering place of the Christian sect), people generally only eat Chinese food and dinner, and generally do not eat in the morning.

Of course, such regulations are only for ordinary people.

The local nobles and wealthy businessmen in Luzpittburg do not trust the church very much, and even if they do, they will only believe in the Protestant church.

Ivan took the bread handed over by the maid, put it in his mouth and chewed it crisply.

His mouth was like a ruthless processing machine, grinding up the bread and sending it to his stomach.

Ivan's face suddenly darkened, and his cold expression startled the maid who was serving beside him.

He remembered that he hadn't fainted from a hangover.

It was the predecessor who saw two strong men without trousers in the mansion in the Bois de Boulogne, so he couldn't help the arrogance in his heart and sarcastically.

According to the norms of this era, ordinary people need to remain humble before nobles and kings, or they should be punished.

But those two strong men were obviously not humble people in the sense of the law. They were irritated by the ridicule of their predecessors, and rushed to the front angrily, wanting to teach the young noble with bad breath.

As the three pushed each other, Ivan couldn't bear the pressure and hit his head against the wall.

If it was the original modern Ivan, he might forgive them lightly, but now he doesn't want to be a modern Ivan, and wants to be a medieval nobleman.

He prefers to think that his original experience was an interesting adventure, and now he came to this world to become a master.

The maid thought that her master was just drunk as usual, but Ivan's body didn't smell of alcohol at all.

He narrowed his eyes and flashed a dangerous look, and his pale teeth showed at the corners of his mouth.

Suddenly, it stopped again, because Ivan suddenly discovered that there was a mechanically synthesized human voice coming from his ears.

"The magical medical rescue system is officially launched."

"The mall system is loading."

"The cure determination subsystem is abnormally ready to return to the low version state."

　After the protagonist travels through time, his consciousness is confused, and he gradually goes crazy, and he will recover from the madness later.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)