Medieval Reiki Revival

Chapter 16 The Faint Secretary
"Back, all back!"

Don Serra is a descendant of a minor noble in Bam City, and his appearance is not a standard Farlander.

He touched the hilt of the sword with one hand, and stared at everyone with two black eyes.

The captain of the attendants, Don Serra, was extremely troubled.

In his heart there is both remorse for his negligence and worries about his future.

No, we can't go on like this.

I have to keep calm.

Now that something has happened, we must try our best to make up for it and not make things worse.

"Doctor? Doctor."

"Is there a doctor on site?"

Tang Serra asked loudly, there were many idiots whispering to each other, but there were not many who could be useful.

Just when he was about to order his men to go outside to find a doctor, Ivan stood up.

"I, I am the doctor."

"you?"

He glanced over and shook his head: "Your extravagant attire doesn't look like a doctor."

If possible, Ivan is not willing to stir up this mess.

He has a lot of time and energy to research new drugs, but he has little time to participate in the struggles of reformists and conservatives.

reformist.

Hehe let's call this word.

The decree of Strath City has been promulgated. Although there are not many people talking about the new law on the street, many businessmen who do business for the nobles still understand it. This makes Ivan not need much energy to inquire about it. .

[A letter to all the honorable, kind, and wise of all Frenchites--Most merciful Lord, may you graciously grant it to pass through the beautiful glades and bloom forever. It is the origin of many beautiful sentiments bestowed by the Lord, such as war, blood, culture, and morality]

[--The above is the document issued by King Charles--]

It is difficult for people who do not have a certain degree of cultural accomplishment, or who have not stayed in the monastery for more than three years, to understand these words.

Ivan didn't understand it very much at first, but later he simply removed the boastful part of the document, and the rest was just a sentence of "I, the king, send money".

His eyes became sharper, and his steps moved forward in a polite and orderly manner.

For the mayor and the local dignitaries, it is generally only necessary to hand over the tax amount to the national treasury in advance to obtain the royal family's taxation rights, and then collect taxpayers.

In this way, most of the tax money can still be kept locally.
Although part of the merchant's money was paid, it was limited by the legal restrictions on commercial activities, so the cumbersome tax issues were downplayed as a tug-of-war of the interests of the local class.

However, most merchants themselves are the white gloves of some great nobles, so we can often see the strange phenomenon that the more a certain city is rich in a certain material, the lower the tax on this material.

Ivan ignored the other party, found a feather and put it on Mazarin's nose, knelt on the ground and observed carefully for a long time, then simply unbuttoned the other party's shirt to listen to the heartbeat.

Don Serra didn't stop him, he had already realized that he had no other way but to obey the other party.

He said to the others: "Don't come near here, don't you see that the doctor is treating you?"

Ivan checked inside and out, and said to the captain of the attendants: "I have a good news and a bad news for you, I don't know which one do you want to hear first?"

"My God, at this point, can there still be good news?"

Anxiety is wrapped in chaotic wool into down feathers, which are crowded in the chest together, making people's breathing sluggish.

Others wanted to come and visit, but were persuaded by the Marquis de Condorcet.

"Stay here and don't move."

"Mazarin's fainting is already troublesome enough, do you want to add some doubts?"

The face of the other party told Ivan how to choose, and he smiled: "The good news is that His Excellency Mazarin is still alive, but the bad news is that his heartbeat is very weak, and he may die soon."

Before the cross on Don Serra's chest was finished, it immediately froze into a statue.

"However, we still have a certain amount of time to find a way to save Lord Mazarin. I think you can look around. After all, how to save His Majesty Mazarin should be indispensable to the nobles of Luzpitburg s help."

Tang Serra looked blank, unable to understand the hidden meaning in his words.

Ivan had no choice but to ask his attendants to send the Secretary to the bedroom first.

By the way, he suggested that the chief attendant discuss with the Marquis Condorcet and others how to deal with today's changes.

When passing the stairs, Ivan glanced at his nominal father.

At this time, he had recovered his composure, became calm and generous again, but the trace of melancholy between his brows still couldn't be concealed.

Medieval party murder is clearly an unusual event.

If this is a movie, the progress bar must be less than a third of the way.

You only need to analyze the motivation and reverse the purpose of the Secretary-General's trip, and you will know who is playing tricks.

Ivan secretly thought that no matter what happens, he must protect his title of nobility as much as possible, but the problem is that he still doesn't know what Sir Dorian has to do with this matter.

Reformist. Conservative.
it's all trouble
Should I save that idiot secretary?
Or should I just kill him?
(End of this chapter)