Medieval Reiki Revival

Chapter 46 Don Serra

"Carmen, Carmen."

A man shouted and broke into Arati's tavern, and the others went about their business without being surprised.

There was helplessness in Carmen Sita's eyes. She lay back on the chair, unintentionally showing her sexiness to outsiders.

Don Serra walked up to Carmen without even noticing Ivan.

"My God, it's a good thing you're here."

"Otherwise, I really don't know who to share this good news with."

"I heard that a circus is coming to Fort Luz Pitt this Saturday. I hope to watch it with you."

Don Serra was about to sit down, but unexpectedly found Ivan who was silent.

"You are here too, Master Ivan."

The waiter next to him brought him a glass of almond wine. The man drank the glass of wine in a hurry, and then continued to talk to Carmen as if he had adapted.

A guest next to him lit a cigarette, and on the table there was a plate of dried fruit with broken shells.

"I remember going to a circus with my mother when I was a child. The clowns always make people laugh when they play funny tricks, and there are ferocious beasts."

Carmencita suddenly said, "I have seen beasts before."

"Whether it's a wolf or a lion, they all rely on their natural wildness and sharp claws to catch their prey."

Don Serra responded: "The gathering of wild wolves is a terrible thing."

"fear?"

Carmen Sita turned her head and looked at Ivan lightly. She smiled and said, "Master Ivan, do you think this world is more terrifying for people, but more terrifying for beasts?"

Ivan was indifferent to their topic, he crossed one leg and the other, and ignored his question.

Carmencita's lips were raised slightly, her rosy cheeks were like rose petals, and she smiled warmly.

A bit of disgust surged in Don Serra's heart. He was not only jealous of the handsome face of the man in front of him, but also angry at the person he admired - Carmencita's special attitude towards Ivan.

Carmencita and Ivan had made an appointment to discuss important matters here before, but Don Serra didn't know this.

His anger was the same as that of other young people who are generally jealous.

Love blinds.

The theory of the philosopher Lucretius tells us that human beings should understand society with feelings and philosophy instead of indulging in natural desires.

Love is not sacred.

Rather, it is the enslavement of reason by a fragile organism.

Don Serra suppressed his anger in order to appear presentable.

He puffed up his chest to increase his momentum when he spoke, and the skin from his forehead to brow jumped from time to time as he spoke.

The man said in a deep voice, "Master Ivan, you are a doctor. If these beasts see you, it may be like seeing a bloody steak. I think you'd better stay away from such animals."

"Mr. Tax Officer, Master Ivan is also a nobleman."

Carmencita said loudly, her beautiful eyes gave off a fierce gleam.

Maybe it was intentional, maybe it was unintentional, Don Serra became more jealous of Ivan.

If possible, he hoped that the other party would make a big fool of himself.

"call--"

Ivan sighed, and he simply ignored the man.

"Do you think that I am just like you, a country native who has nothing to do all day long. I have a lot of things to do to study medicine, speculate on the properties of medicine, and build a large hospital."

"But this world is wrong and distorted."

"It's like a band with no rules, and the players' notes are scattered."

Carmencita's smile disappeared immediately, but she was interrupted when she wanted to explain.

Ivan continued: "Since you people came to me, neither to kill me, but to ask the Dorian family for help, so just be open and honest."

"This tax official was pretty smart at first, but now he seems like a stupefied young man blocking our side. How to solve it, knock him out, or kill him."

When Tang Serra heard his name, he suddenly felt a chill behind him, jumped up subconsciously, and used his own words to warn the other party: "What do you want to do, do you want to fight me?"

Men even want to pull out daggers to prove that their force is by no means mediocre.

It's a pity that the dagger didn't obey the man's order, and pulled it out skillfully from the scabbard. Instead, it seemed to be forcibly pressed on the waist by an invisible hand.

"Hurry up."

He tried his best, but he didn't move a bit.

There is nothing more embarrassing in the world than a warrior being unable to draw his weapon in a duel.

Rather than a clown wearing a colorful costume and deliberately falling to the ground, this farce should be staged in a circus for everyone to enjoy.

Finally——the blade was revealed.

But because of too much force, the half-moon-shaped dagger flew towards the opponent.

Then it was picked up by others.

[Wizard's Hand] has returned to its original position.

Ivan tossed the dagger casually, and when he saw that the opponent wanted to attack, he quickly grabbed the dagger and drew a St. Andrew's cross on the opponent's wrist—St. Man crucified.Unlike Jesus, his cross is askew.

"what!"

Don Serra screamed.

Others who watched secretly were excited.

They had long had a problem with this tax official who didn't know how to measure, and now they saw that someone could teach him a lesson, and they all snorted and cheered at the same time.

"Okay, well played."

"Young master, show him some strength."

"Don Serra, you useless thing, work harder."

The tax collector is also useful against bandits.

It is impossible for Carmencita to allow Don Serra and Ivan to clash again.

She came out and quickly grabbed the other person's clothes. As soon as Tang Serra touched the woman's arms, his stretched body immediately softened.

Seriously, he's put up the usual military defense.

If Ivan is about to attack, Don Serra is confident that he will make a fool of himself.

The noisy tavern looks like a group of matadors, and the dust of the last century flows out of the ceiling cracks.

"I wasted too much time here."

Ivan glanced at the people around him in annoyance.

He ignored Don Serra, Carmencita, and even the hidden bandits, and went straight to the door to leave.

When pushing the door, Ivan did not use his hands, but kicked it lightly with his feet.

The hollow wooden door swings back and forth with inertia, thus changing the lighting in the house.

When he was about to get on the horse, Carmencita had already appeased the tax official. She hurried over, apologized to Ivan, and brought out some gifts-cumin, leather masks, magnets, and some fortune-telling things.

"According to our Bohemian habit, we have to give some things as gifts before parting."

She explained it this way.

Ivan was too lazy to bother, and took a mask away at will.

At this time, it was already past noon, the sun had a tendency to set, and the white clouds suddenly dispersed, turning into a slightly lively breeze.

Fortunately, the temperature is still before the baseline, and the snow-covered slopes are not without a little green. It seems that spring is really coming
(End of this chapter)