Medieval Reiki Revival

Chapter 51 The Bloody Wedding
The monastery on Salzburg Mountain is not considered luxurious, but it is difficult for ordinary people to tell how much real estate it owns.

Some people think that the territory of the monastery should only include the inner part of the wall, but the nuns will drive the residents who go up the mountain to cut firewood and collect medicine, as if others are stealing from their house.

In addition to the arches on the front, there is also a luxurious room with a spire on the side. The outer wall is specially built with red mortar and powder. This room is specially set up for noble wives who come to pray.

The delicately textured blue ceramic vases are placed again and again, and the flowers inside are also imported products specially found for people to come back by boat.

Mrs. Charlotte came here this time and brought a lot of gold and silverware. Even the wooden bed was replaced with a brand new set. She puts on makeup and chats with her girlfriends here.

Now the time has not come, the bride can not go out to meet the groom.

Mrs. Dowling was sitting on the edge of her chair, fanning lightly, her eyes full of envy, the tips of those thin eyebrows.Lift up as the eyes round.

"Mercedes, I really envy you. The wedding scene is the largest in the entire city. No one thought that you could cover the venue with flowers at this time."

"You can even ask the best tailor in Bam City to make you a three-meter-long dress. Look at how beautiful you are now. The white and transparent veil is almost like that worn by a fairy."

Lipstick - the fatal temptation on the lips, but that is a long time later culture.

Mrs. Charlotte painted her lips with balm. She pressed her lips lightly, and then asked the maid to apply flower petals and wine deposits on the flawless red lips, and the color changed from light to dark. A natural gradient.

She looked around in the mirror, and the beautiful woman in the reflection was rubbing an innocent heather with the same slender fingers as in ancient paintings.

"So beautiful."

"The lips are like kissed by God."

"If I were a man, I couldn't help stroking your face."

There were quite a few ladies in the room, but the only one who was entitled to sit with her was Baron Dorian's wife.

She puffed out her chest proudly, and listened contemptuously to other people's invariable praise.

Mrs. Charlotte showed a satisfied look: "The husband I am about to meet, he is not a person who likes extravagance and pleasure, so he asked me to keep the wedding simple. For this reason, I specially invited a ster Mrs. Natasha of Russ."

"When she was young, she traveled to many places, and participated in various luxurious and novel parties and weddings. She knows a lot about how to organize ceremonies that are simple but reflect happiness."

"I begged many times before she was willing to help me organize it."

"Because Mrs. Natasha's eyes are very picky, ordinary people are absolutely not invited."

The other wives immediately admired, or satisfied her vanity in whispered discussions.

Mrs. Dowling suddenly thought of her incompetent son in name, if Ivan could have such a luxurious and wonderful day.

You can also become a member of the organizer and talk to other friends about how difficult it is to plan the wedding and how much time it took to choose accessories that match the theme.

She gradually fancied that all the wives would flatter their vision by then.

"Has all your family come, Hermia?"

Mrs. Dowling heard someone asking herself, and nodded quickly: "You know that the Marquis of Condorcet is accompanied by my husband, and they must be talking about how beautiful Mercedes will be today."

"Is your son here too?"

"Ivan?"

Mrs. Dowling's face was unnatural: "His hospital seems to have a lot of work, and he also encounters bloody bodies every day. It's really a bit unlucky. I told him not to come here. I won't come until the wedding is over. Going to the ball at the manor."

The lady was a little disappointed: "He's a lovely boy."

"Should introduce Vanessa to him."

"Ivan is as young and promising as his father. Everyone in Fort Luzpiter knows that he is the most talented doctor in the city. I heard that he can earn ten thousand gold lang a year. Is this true?"

Mrs. Dowling smiled awkwardly, how did she know these things.

However, others are still asking.

"I heard that your son can restore a handicapped person to health directly. This shocked the nobles in several nearby cities. Everyone respects such a talented young man very much."

"Has anyone at court sought him out?"

"Yes, King Charles has been in bed for many days."

Mrs. Dowling didn't know what to say, she waved her hands; "Ivan is just a doctor, no matter how good his medical skills are, he will eventually inherit his father's title, and his status as a nobleman will no longer allow him to practice medicine. That would be so disrespectful."

The ladies said, and quickly returned to today's protagonist.

They heard a tune being played outside, and another servant ran over to tell the time.

"We have to go."

Several wives, like little girls, helped Mrs. Charlotte pull the skirts at the back.In fact, this was originally the job of the flower girl, but considering the special nature of this wedding dress, the wives decided to pull the back hem together.

When they arrived at the venue, everyone was shocked by Mrs. Charlotte's beauty.

A pair of deep eyes slowly narrowed.

When I opened my eyes, I could only see gold and silver.

There are some fine lines at the corners of the eyes, but they are temporarily covered by the lead powder. The fair and flawless skin brought by cosmetics is slightly pink, and the big wavy golden curly hair shines dazzlingly.

At this time, a group of strange people appeared outside the iron gate.

Their bodies are stiff and blackened, the teeth and the roots of the gums are exposed outside, and the fangs that have become sharp due to damage are different from the teeth of healthy people.

From the nose to the entire chin is like a torn rag, stained with a red liquid that can flow, it must have come from other creatures.

Because the blood of the ghoul itself is black, and the skin is blue-gray, even if there is a wound, it is mostly fixed in a certain part.

From a distance, it looks like a group of construction workers wiping bronze rust, if only their movements were not so weird.

"You are my gosh - help!"

A servant's last words.

The screams quickly disturbed the venue, making Condorcet's heavy brows less relaxed, but the people present still planned to ignore this trivial matter, after all, everything was focused on the progress of the wedding.

Unfortunately, the successive howls interfered with the plan.

"Help."

"He's dead, let's run away quickly."

The Marquis of Condorcet looked gloomy: "What happened?"

A servant ran to the venue covered in blood, pointed to the open space outside, and stammered, "It's the devils. A group of devils broke into the monastery. Many people were caught by them. They tore the skin with their mouths and claws." and muscles, and then into the mouth."

It's just crazy.

The Marquis of Condorcet was dizzy with anger: "Who drives this madman away."

Although he is very old, his body is as vigorous as a man in his prime.

The Marquis kicked the servant vigorously, and then put his hands around the other's neck until the servant passed out out of breath.

When he had time to look around, all the guests in the meeting looked at the Marquis of Condorcet with trepidation.

He forced a smile: "It's a lunatic."

"We just have to—"

Before the words were finished, the group of ghouls had already eaten up the humans at the door, and then followed the sound to the scene. Now, no matter how poor the eyes are, the old people can see these demons returning from hell at a glance.

They growled, it was hard to tell if they were excited or not.

There was simply too much food present.

"Roar--"

The scene was in chaos.

The fleeing crowd messed up flower baskets, tables, bottles, and food.

A ghoul grabbed Mrs. Charlotte's wife's skirt, surrounded its prey like a hound and dragged it backwards. Once its stiff finger joints caught something, it was almost caught in a trap. It's the same, it's hard to break free.

"Mercedes."

The Marquis de Condorcet yelled, rushed over and kicked the ghoul away, leaping nimbly like an old knight.

The expensive skirt snapped, and the pins holding it in place bounced into the air and landed in a ghoul's eye.

It was unconscious, and its mouth kept opening and closing as if it had eaten fresh flesh.

Charlotte was being helped to her feet when she looked up.

The whiteness of the face became deeper again, the hair on the forehead stood up like a golden forest, and the body softened again and again.

The extreme fear grabbed her tightly, and at the same time turned her lips into a dark purple.

"My God, that's my husband."

The ghoul blocking the way is none other than her former husband, the Earl Charlotte.

(End of this chapter)