Medieval Reiki Revival

Chapter 17 The First Appearance of the Werewolf
Earl Charlotte entertained Mazarin with the highest standard of treatment.

After everyone walked into the concierge, the smell of milk with their noses was worth more than an ounce of gold.

At this time, Don Serra had already sent someone to put His Excellency Mazarin on the bed.

"how is the situation?"

The three people finally came forward, looking very concerned.

Sir Dorian did not go far, but kept following the crowd at the back of the crowd, completely ignoring the part his son might play in the crowd.

Don Serra shook his head, suddenly a servant came over and said something in his ear, and he turned his eyes to Ivan who was standing beside the crowd.

"Ah-choo!" Ivan sneezed.

He rubbed his nose, feeling that the aroma here was too strong.

"I heard that you are a miracle doctor with excellent medical skills and have cured many patients."

Don Serra held Ivan's hand and said hopefully: "You must have a way to save His Excellency Julio Raimondo Mazarino."

"Yes, yes, Doctor, you must save the Secretary."

Baron Robespierre said exaggeratedly: "As long as you can wake up Lord Mazarin, you will get a generous reward."

What are you pretending to be a corporal?Can you speak normally.

Nausea.

Ivan was not impressed by his attitude, he thought this Don Serra was a complete idiot.

Is now the time for business hoops?

Some things have to be said in private.

Mrs. Charlotte hugged her arm. She didn't feel cold, but she felt that she was neglected, and she was actually compared with a doctor.

For a moment, she somewhat doubted herself.

In fact, as long as she inquired a little outside, she could understand the reason.

After learning to use [Corrosion Concoction] and [Meat Zhi Ling Powder], Ivan did not relax. In addition to verifying the pharmacology on mice, he spent most of his time obtaining healing points from other sick citizens.

The effect of these two system commodities is revolutionary.

If he didn't intentionally control the effect of the medicine, he would be able to cure all the patients in Fort Luz Pitt in one day.

Because what you are good at, you will never do it for free.

[Broken hands and feet/50 gold lang]

[Severe Trauma/10 Gold Langs]

【Cold and fever/50 coppers】

The method of curing diseases with medicines made Ivan gain a great reputation without knowing it.

He pulled his hand away from the opponent.

It's just that when the arm came back, it accidentally touched the flowers in the vase, and the petals looked quite decadent.

This young man with complicated thoughts sorted out his words a bit: "Before everyone discusses the issue, I have to say one thing first. Your Excellency Mazarin's condition is very serious, and it is unusual for the general condition."

"There are no huge wounds on his body surface, nor are there any traces of bleeding. Although the eyes have a little reaction, they are very weak. If you look closely at his lips, you will find that the area that should have been rosy is now black and blue."

"There is no doubt that he should have been poisoned."

The cold wind outside the window suddenly became stronger, and even the temperature in the room dropped several degrees.

Lady Charlotte shivered uncontrollably, and even considered asking the servants to light the fire.

"Poisoned!" Everyone was surprised.

Everyone looked at each other, everyone was hearing the news for the first time.

"It's a scandal."

Baron Robespierre clenched his fists, and the coffin lid concluded: "In the land of Francite, the king is supreme. Now that someone assassinates the king's representative, someone must use this to vent their dissatisfaction with the king."

"Everyone, I suggest that this prisoner must be found and brought to justice."

The Marquis of Condorcet was smoking, his sapphire-encrusted staff gleaming with an unidentified light.

"I'm just an old man, I don't have that much energy, and my arm has hurt since I fell off my horse last time. If you need help, I can send my family doctor over."

"Thank you, Your Excellency the Marquis."

Don Serra rejected the proposal, and he stared at the other party: "I believe in Mr. Ivan's medical skills, and I will definitely investigate and find out."

"Nature, nature."

Baron Robespierre said: "What do we need to do, should we arrest everyone, or send guards to start operations immediately?"

"No, it's getting late."

He commanded: "Everyone who has participated here needs to register. I need their names, addresses, and family information. Remember that it is everyone, whether they are nobles or servants."

"everyone?"

"Yes, every one. Don't be afraid to make a fuss, it's a necessary measure."

"Don't worry, we are more than happy to cooperate."

"Considering that the Marquis of Condorcet is not in good health, Baron Robespierre and Lady Charlotte, I need you to assist Baron Robespierre, Sir Dorian. You are a friend of Lord Mazarin, You'd better stay - stay in this room, think about it carefully, is there anything suspicious?"

"Okay, sir."

"Doctor Ivan, would you please go to the kitchen with me? Some time before the welcome meeting, Mr. Secretary once ate a small plate of Brioche, maybe he was poisoned at that time."

There was no whining here, at least not here.

Everyone hastened into action.

Under the guidance of the servants, Ivan and the captain went to the kitchen of the manor.

It's a long way from the lobby.

Logically speaking, occupations that have nothing to do with the kitchen generally don't appear here.

"It's impossible for a mature gangster to carry out his plan in such a narrow, closed place. I think he should go to the pantry room, where the cake will be coated with cane sugar."

Ivan agreed with the other party's reasoning, and Don Serra signaled the servant to lead the way.

But just as they walked to the door of the side dish room, there was the sound of something breaking in the room.

"A poor cook."

When the servant explained this, his smile was not awkward.

As soon as he opened the wooden door, an extremely astonishing thing happened at this moment.

A paw the size of a tray, covered in fuzz and sinew, protruded from the darkness of the room.

The human head is just a bigger toy in front of it.

The poor servant was the first to bear the brunt, and was caught in the blink of an eye.

There was only a shrill scream, and there was a sound more violent than the smashing of things before.

Boom-crack-crack!

What the hell is it?
Ivan's heartbeat accelerated violently, as strong as a drumbeat.

In an instant, the feeling of suffocation has flooded the neck.

The darkness has spread all around, and the wooden door is crumbling.

Wind, thunder.

The strange sound carried an aura of destruction, making everyone present dare not blink their eyes.

They were afraid that the moment they blinked, that thing would jump out of it and take their lives.

"God, what is it?"

Kacha, a thunderbolt suddenly sounded in the sky,
Under the illumination of the purple light, the appearance of the demon became clearer than ever.

Ivan sucked in a breath of cold air immediately, only to see that the yellow-brown pupil was burning with a flame called cruelty, and the bristling hair trembled in the air like steel needles.

Its identity is very obvious.

"Yes—a werewolf!!!"

　The story develops to an interesting stage.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)