Medieval Reiki Revival

Chapter 100 Acquaintances
The many meeting points in Bam are the remains of an old hunting practice.Hunters used to clear the intersections of forest trails in order to spot the animals as they came out of the jungle.

The carriage circled the city several times before finally reaching its destination.

"This is my home, Bungwa's."

Don Serra looked pleasantly surprised, stood up and pointed to the house in front of him and said happily.

The parasites on both sides lost their brilliance, and the big trees lost their vitality because they were not exposed to sunlight.There are only three floors in that house, one of which is painted with red paint.

Ivan jumped out of the car from the side, and there was a viscous liquid on the ground, which seemed to be fish soup.

He frowned: "Okay, as long as I know the location."

"Lord Ivan."

Seeing that Tang Serra wanted to say something, Ivan waved his hand: "I'm going to investigate some information, and I'll be back later. Don't be idle here, try to find out about the original princes and nobles of Bam City where did they all go?"

Compared with ordinary people, princes and nobles have more resources.

Originally, after the [Reaction Force Muscle] was strengthened, Ivan felt that he might be able to kill Mazarin single-handedly, but seeing the numb city in front of him, he felt that he should be more careful.

Remember in the past few years, the news of the palace parade can even spread to the border.

Now the streets are empty, no one communicates.

Ordinary men also have a low-browed and pleasing look, and when there is a little conflict, they are basically courteous to each other.

Mazarin is indeed capable of suppressing the group of sans-culottes in Bam City.

Seeing Don Serra nodding, Ivan finally left.

Ivan walked cautiously along the side of the road, changed a piece of clothes on the way, and painted his face black, so he looked like an ordinary city resident now.

Before arriving, Baron Dorian had given Ivan a letter, and the envelope was the home of his former business partner.

However, Ivan just put the address in his luggage and didn't intend to go.

"Little brother, can you?"

"Uncle, do you know why?"

The people here are basically talking to each other when they walk, and it is difficult to find a talkative person to ask questions.

Ivan soon started to have a headache, and became more curious about what happened on this land.

There was a little conflict in the residential area ahead.

Several monks broke into a residential house, and there were women's begging for mercy and men's rage attracting.

At the corner of the Rue Sainte-Anno and the Rue de la Bathhouse, a small group of nearby residents gathered to peer inside curiously, cursing the Religious Affairs Administration in low voices.

Seeing Ivan's strange face, some people pulled the people nearby and signaled them to be careful.

As a result, the people who were watching the lively area became quiet because of this.

"Please don't"

"Son, child, don't, come back quickly."

Mrs. Bertha clutched desperately at the hem of the friar's coat, but in vain.

These monks have no mercy, obviously Mrs. Bertha has fallen to the ground, but the monks can still turn a blind eye and even push and push.

There was no fluctuation in their eyes, and their eyes were always patrolling the surrounding crowd. The cold eyes made the onlookers take a few steps back.

"Mr. Little Chester, it is a violation of the New Christian Articles to raise piglets for sale in violation of regulations, so we will send him to the Religious Affairs Administration for trial by Chief Referee Anthony."

The monk's hair was like a spider's head, and the beard on his chin was a mess.

He showed no mercy in his actions, with cruel and powerful arms, knocked Mrs. Bertha unconscious with a few strokes of a wooden stick, and then the two behind forced Mr. Chester to the carriage and locked him with an iron chain car door.

"No one can get out of the Religious Affairs Administration, it's hell."

"Shhh—quieter."

"What's wrong with raising pigs, we can't eat meat yet."

"The "New Christian Articles" forbid eating meat, and now everyone can only go to get bread."

Generally speaking, the Catholic Church only prohibits eating meat during the fasting period.But Mazarin extended the ban, not only prohibiting residents from eating meat, but also confiscating all illegal food in the city.

In addition to bread, milk, and vegetables, there are basically no other kinds of food in cities now.

Ivan saw two very special people in the crowd.

Tall, with powerful arms.

After seeing the monk get in the car and leave, they cursed angrily, which is a very conspicuous behavior among the residents who dare not resist.

"let's go."

"We still have our jobs."

"Leave quickly, be careful that they have come back to catch people."

Ivan saw the two people leave, and quickly followed.

They are very vigilant and will look behind them from time to time.

It's just that Ivan was hanging from a distance, and they couldn't notice it. After turning a few turns left and right, the two finally stopped in front of an ordinary residential house.

The building is no more than two floors high and has a yard.

Ivan easily crossed over. He grabbed the edge of the wall with one hand and observed the people in the blinds from the corner of his eye.

The man sat at the desk, put down the book and talked to the two of them.

"You can't buy pork?"

"Yes, Little Chester was taken away by them."

Molière touched his chin: "It's very interesting. It is reasonable to say that raising pigs in the basement of one's own home is a very secret thing, but these people can even know everything about the underground. Everyone knows how to escape from the ground."

The attendant was also puzzled: "Little Chester is not a careless person."

"Hahaha, it seems that this celebration banquet is impossible to hold."

"Monsieur Molière, you are so disapproving of Count Mipoola's plan."

Morrie sighed: "Prince Condé is being detained at Notre-Dame de Lloret. The detainees there are all monks, and the location is remote, so it is difficult for soldiers to provide quick support. As long as Prince Condé is rescued, Bam The nobles of the city can go to Guine to form an army."

"At that time, Bam City will become a stronghold that is easy to attack and difficult to defend."

"Unfortunately, it's a trap."

"Since Mazarin has been able to rule the city of Bam for so long, he will never reveal his weaknesses so casually."

The attendant questioned: "But according to our investigation, there are indeed only some monks and priests there, and there are no soldiers stationed there."

"That's what's weird about me, too."

Molière closed the book in his hand: "Maybe the conspiracy is hidden elsewhere, but we haven't discovered it yet. In short, I don't support the capture of Notre-Dame of Lloret, so I said to stay and help them keep an eye on their stronghold."

The attendant was very worried: "What about Count Mipolla and the others?"

"There is no way."

Molière shook his head: "He has heard my analysis before, and he even thinks it is a dangerous trap. But danger is danger, and some things have to be done. He was born in a traditional military lord family, shrinking back Waiting is not what he wants."

"Sometimes sacrifice can make a difference, alas—hopefully the change will be for the better."

When Ivan heard this, he finally got a general idea of ​​the matter.

He went straight through the window.

The shattered louver couldn't stop his body at all, and the straight wooden block turned into pieces.

Swish-crackling.

Two attendants drew out their swords and stabbed at Ivan, but he grabbed them with both hands.

The sword blade made of fine steel is not only decisive, but also extremely sharp. If it rubs against the side of a person's body, it will leave a bloody wound.And both of them are well-trained knights, and they have a clear understanding of the weaknesses of the human body.

Logically speaking, the two swords stabbed at the head and waist at the same time.

It was simply too difficult to deal with.

Even the legendary knights should dodge backwards, maybe they will be lazy, and now... the attendants have never seen someone who can catch their swords with bare hands.

For a moment, he froze in place.

"It's you!!!"

Molière stood up straight away and shouted in disbelief.

Ivan's jet-black long hair finally followed the movement and floated to his back shoulders.

Soon Molière burst out laughing.

"Hahahahahaha."

"Great."

"Hahahahaha."

"This is the change Count Mirabeau wants."

Ivan didn't know Molière, but he knew there was Molière.

And Molière not only knew that Ivan had extraordinary power, but even helped the nobles of Luzpittburg to investigate him, but later the nobles wanted to unite to deal with Ivan, and Molière left immediately when he saw that something was wrong.

Ivan returned the sword to them, turned his head and said, "Molière, I know you. You have investigated me, but I didn't send someone to arrest you. This should be regarded as a favor you owe me. Now I really want Do you know, where is Notre-Dame de Lloret? Where is Mirabeau, as you said just now?"

Molière smiled: "I'll take you right away."

(End of this chapter)