Medieval Reiki Revival

Chapter 15 Lessons and Surprises

"It's a good show." Ivan showed a cold smile, and his neckline stood up slightly.

His smile is very secretive, like a golden calamus growing secretly in the autumn wind.

The woman in his arms didn't notice the change in him.

She was intoxicated because she was swaying with a wonderful young man.

The light blue shadow is projected from the ornate arc-shaped chandelier, and the tender eyes capture the brilliance together.

The Poitou Bolange is played faster and faster, and people have to swing their arms and thighs with all their heart so as not to lose their positions during the climax.

Da da da — da — da da.

Compared with those men with clumsy dancing postures, Ivan's movements are clear and agile.

At the moment when the toasts were mixed, the figure firmly grasped the focus of the audience.

"Go, let's block him."

Hua Ke was secretly anxious, and directed his female companion to destroy it by pulling.

No - this doesn't work.

The strong back blocks all malicious attacks.

Coordinating with the woman's graceful curves, Ivan moved slowly along the direction of the chord.

Ivan's outstanding performance is mainly due to his predecessor.

Although the Dowling family has been in business for a long time, they have never given up on etiquette and dance training.

"Come on."

Ivan started to turn around.

These young people who don't know the heights of the sky and the earth are about to learn a lesson.

Now—the opportunity has come.

The trumpeter has begun the last chapter.

The oboe rested for a while, and the happiness flowed out along with the flute.

"What is he doing?" Seeing that the several attacks he wanted to carry out failed to achieve the expected effect, the young man named Hua Ke was furious.

He was still dancing, but anyone with a discerning eye could see that his movements had lost all soul, and even the rhythm was superficial.

"What is this guy doing?" A lady lowered her velvet fan, half showing her red lips.

"Can he dance? The clothes look decent, but he is a rough guy unexpectedly."

"Poor lady that was dancing with. I've seen this guy almost step on that lady's ankle several times. Thank goodness I wasn't involved, otherwise I wouldn't be able to stand such a partner."

Some whispers entered Walker's ears, which made him even more angry.

"Hua Ke, Hua Ke."

"Stop it, my hand hurts from being held."

Mikaela wanted to withdraw her hand, but was held tightly by the jealous man.

"what are you going to do."

"Hurry up, someone come and catch him."

The other accomplices also seemed to have received the message, and one by one they rushed towards the middle place.

Not everyone can trust Huake as much as they trust their own father. A few people gave up the idea of ​​targeting Ivan from the very beginning.

This led to the fact that there were only three pairs of people who attacked him together in the end. This kind of uncoordinated cooperation and the gap between each other can almost accommodate a cow.

If Ivan wants to escape, he only needs to stop dancing and run into the crowd.

But this can't satisfy my revenge.

Ivan squinted his eyes, just as the drummer was beating the final rhythm, he supported his partner's back, and took a short rest for a few seconds after the lyre scored the last fifth.

A circle away, the three rude and malicious "wild dogs" were ready to come down at any time.

"Hey, that dancer, run away quickly."

"Here come the rude and strong men, they have no noble manners, they are simply a gang of bandits."

The way Ivan stood still, in the eyes of others, he thought he was staying where he was waiting to die.

The female companion in her arms had a rosy face, she couldn't notice the details outside the venue, she was intoxicated in fantasy, almost thought that the other party was going to kiss her, so she closed her eyes half-covered.

It's getting closer—and getting closer!

Red eyes, a gasping throat.

With an angry and ferocious face and clenched fists, this is a young man walking side by side with an angry and jealous man.

Ivan silently calculated the distance, and the exhausted physical strength was replenished by the short rest.

His body is somewhat curled up, which is hiding his strength and ready to go.

three.
two.
one!
Swish—that woman with closed eyes became a cloak.

Almost before the blink of an eye, Ivanto lifted the opponent's waist from the opposite side to the other side facing away from the door.

The lantern-like skirt was almost half the weight of a lead weight. Apart from supporting the ribbon in normal times, it could also be used to deal with criminals at critical times.

This gust of wind swept through a small area nearby, and the three villains who broke into the center of the dance floor with brute force, one counted as one, all fell out.

The young man named Huake was the worst. Under Ivan's special care, he was not only bumped by Panier, but even his face was bumped by the metal chain above the skirt.

"You bitch."

Hua Ke got up to take revenge, but was kicked directly in the ass.

Under the ridicule of the audience, he managed to stand up again, but he had already missed the best time for revenge.

Because at this time, His Excellency Mazarin, the secretary-general of the cardinal, came down from the second floor together with the mayor, Countess Charlotte, Baron Robespierre, Marquis Condorcet, and Sir Dorian.

They walked slowly, letting the saluting French horns fill the entire hall first.

Bow and salute.

Nod and accept the gift.

Hua Ke woke up in time, and fled to a corner.

When the crowd was all quiet, the Marquis of Condorcet introduced in his own thick voice: "Everyone, it is my great honor to introduce a true believer to you."

"This man of high morals came here as the envoy trusted by the king to spread the Gospel. What we have done will become an answer sheet."

Having said that, he glanced at Baron Robespierre.

"Cardinal Mazarin's ability has been well known by all the nobles and officials in the country... and the person next to him is his secretary-general, His Excellency Mazarin. He is Mazarin's most trusted person. Now let us use warm Applause welcomes the Secretary-General."

There was thunderous applause for a while, people were infected by the fervent speeches, and the clapping sound of hundreds of hands could almost be said to resound throughout the world.

According to the ancient aristocratic etiquette, the welcome speech must be full and enthusiastic.

Only in this way can the local aristocrats' respect for foreign guests be most perfectly expressed.

And the secretary-general stood at the highest point, first glanced at the crowd, and then bent down slightly to show his respect for the people below.

"Everyone, as the Marquis of Condorcet said just now, I have come with the king's will."

"We all know that in this world, there are not many ways to obtain happiness. The simplest one is to obey the Lord's precepts, but this is not enough, because the Lord has given the power of the shepherd to the noble blood—the king. "

"It is also now, because of the king's will. It is the incarnation of the Lord in the world"

Something doesn't seem right.

"We...I'm going to declare new laws"

His Excellency Mazarin's face was extremely pale, he was getting weaker and weaker, and he could barely stabilize his body by holding on to the railing.

Soon, he fell down the stairs like a bird with broken wings.

"Your Excellency the Secretary-General."

"Your Excellency, wake up quickly."

The audience was in an uproar, and the noisy human voices were about to tear this spacious and luxurious place into pieces.

A few well-trained knights ran over and simply performed a few first aids in the way of the army.

All the people present were surprised.

But Ivan looked up and saw the bewildered mayor, the anxious Countess Charlotte, Baron Robespierre with a flash of a smile, the expressionless Marquis of Condorcet, and himself pale and extremely flustered father of Sir Dorian.

"Doctor? Doctor."

"Is there a doctor here?"

(End of this chapter)