Medieval Reiki Revival

Chapter 20 Psychological Crisis
Ivan, who had survived, could finally calm down and think about it. He believed that his eyes were right. The real face of the werewolf just now was the little Creeld who was "intimately" treated by him in the slum.

"Sure enough, I still shouldn't show kindness, I really deserve it."

Ivan closed his eyes and took a breath.

He recalled as much as he could, and there was no mistake. At that time, the saliva of the black dog also entered the brain of little Creeld.

So it was the black dog's saliva that turned him into a werewolf?

Ivan shuddered suddenly, and even his eyelids twitched in panic.

During this period of time, Ivan used [Corrosive Concoction] to treat quite a few people.

Those people will not all mutate.

It didn't take long for everyone in the manor to know that Master Tang Serra had been attacked by wild wolves.

"It's great to have fought against wild wolves for so long!"

"If the servant hadn't supported him too early, he might have killed the wolf."

Lady is good at association.

Now that the attendants requested that those who participated in the party not leave for the time being, the noble wives and young ladies had enough time to communicate with each other.

They rustled first, then hooted like owls.

Cuckoo.

Presumably, when Master Tang Serra was fighting, it must be like what was said in the poem.

In the midst of swords and blood, I used my life as a bet, no matter how much my body was hurt, and no matter how much my physical strength was reaching its limit, I still waved my sword, repelled the wild wolves, and saved the women and children of this manor .

As for Ivan, who was also present, he was only considered a protected weakling.

They hastily defined the battle, as if they had seen it with their own eyes.

It is quite a new thing for brave heroes to fight against hungry wolves.

Except for a few servants who have been to the scene who know the truth, Don Serra has become the embodiment of justice in the words of most people.

That's why even though he was still lying on the bed, waves of servants with gifts and admirers who wanted to see the hero came outside the door.

"Thank you for your gift, miss."

"I'm sorry, our captain is still in a coma. If you want to visit him, you have to wait until he wakes up. As for whether his injury is serious? The doctor is currently observing inside, we must first listen to what the doctor said .”

"Okay...okay, we'll pass it on, lady, oh—yes, I should take your name down."

"Miss Prixis. And Miss Gertates. Miss Ong Giustina."

Romans wiped his bald forehead, and after sending away all these troubles, he let out a sigh of relief.

He had never seen so many noble ladies before, and he didn't know how to communicate with these noisy ladies, so he simply blocked the door so that no one could come in.

At the same time, he secretly wondered, isn't it just a wild wolf? He didn't know how many wolves he had killed while hunting.

There is a word called herd mentality, driving away wild wolves is certainly not a big deal in the eyes of some elders.

But when some young ladies in the crowd thought it was an earth-shattering event, other people who were also integrated into this circle were inevitably affected by it.

The performance of the ladies made some unsteady people directly change their views, and decided that Don Serra was a great hero.

Romans came into the room: "What about the doctor, what's wrong with our captain? If he is scratched by a wild wolf, I happen to have medicine for this kind of wound in my bag."

Ivan stopped moving, and kept sneering with his hands folded in front of his chest.

The laughter was somewhat mocking.

If it wasn't for these attendants who insisted on coming over to check, he would never have come here.

After all, don't you know what kind of situation Tang Serra is in?Just a face-to-face meeting with the werewolf was like an out-of-season cucumber wilted into a mud puddle.

Even if his body was injured, it should be that the werewolf didn't pay attention to the direction when he was running away, and stepped on his forehead a few times at a loss.

Ivan touched his nose, and those deep eyes were like lights in the dark night, exuding a charming luster.

At this time, the neckline of his white shirt was slightly open, and the cuffs of his clothes were rolled up between his arms.

Among the gifts and flowers sent by the ladies, there were also a few specially designated for him.

It's just that compared with the gifts given to Don Serra, there are only a few things given to Ivan.

Ivan was not jealous that Don Serra stole his limelight, and was even very happy to see it.He knows that he owns the medical system, and he only needs to treat diseases and save people step by step. Sooner or later, he will be able to surpass ordinary people.

Unnecessary fame will only cause trouble.

Now is not the time.

He raised his eyebrows: "He is very healthy. He has neither external nor internal injuries. However, the experience of fighting wild wolves is extremely dangerous. It may leave a psychological shadow and even speak nonsense."

"It's best to keep an eye on Mr. Don Serra and don't let him run around."

Romans saw Ivan get up: "Where are you going, sir?"

"It's getting late, I'm going home."

"If His Excellency Tang Serra can wake up earlier, I can still discuss the matter of the beast with him, but now I can only give up this idea and go home first."

Ivan waved his hand: "Don't worry about the order he gave before. Even if there is a lot of space here, it is impossible to meet the needs of all nobles. These people will go back sooner or later."

"The city councilors won't let everyone stay in Earl Charlotte's mansion, and you don't want His Excellency Don Serra to offend all the nobles in Luzpitburg because of such a trivial matter?"

"Also, the gifts and food from those ladies."

"Don't open it and don't eat it."

"Maybe the assassin who poisoned Mazarin will kill a carbine, and it will all be over by then."

Romans hesitated, and finally did not choose to block it.

He wanted to obey Don Serra's order before he fell into a coma, but he really didn't have the courage to offend so many nobles.

And the names of all the people present today have been recorded, so it is not a big deal to let them go back.

Before Romas could reply, the door slammed shut.

Under the respectful eyes of his servants, he stepped into the carriage in the back garden.

Go home, now you can only go home.

Ivan was extremely anxious in his heart, but he couldn't find anyone to tell, so he could only subconsciously pinch the center of his brows.

"Suddenly there are so many more things, it's really a headache."

"Damn it, Jasmine said earlier that Lifu in the lower city was dead, so I should be vigilant immediately. Has the feudal life destroyed my imagination?"

"However, except for the first treatment of Little Creld, the other treatment scenes are very clean, and they don't necessarily mutate."

"Although werewolves are dangerous, human affairs are equally important."

"Only with the help of human beings can I deal with werewolves. Without this layer of noble skin, I am nothing."

He turned his eyes back to the sizable old man. At this time, the clothes on Sir Dorian's body were already a little untidy, and the hem of the skirt was stained with dust from nowhere.

Ser Dorian remained silent, and his countenance was sour.

Ivan didn't say anything, he knew his father would tell him the truth.

It's a long road, how can I sleep today without listening to a few political conspiracies.

Also.

"The beast was not seriously injured and still has the ability to move."

"In order to prevent it from coming and attacking at night, I'd better make arrangements in advance."

(End of this chapter)