Medieval Reiki Revival

Chapter 53 The Wives' Support
The nobles are not fools, and even generally have a higher IQ than the people at the bottom.

After the initial period of panic, most of the wedding guests ran into the monastery, and Ivan was the only one fighting the ghouls outside.

"Roar - woo woo."

A foul-smelling air flow spewed out from the ghoul's throat, a large group of mouths threatened the man's life in the most silent but bloody way, and left many wounds on his shoulders and back.

"Hiss, is there no one left?"

Ivan calmed down, and the high spirits in his eyes resolutely faded away. He knew that he should leave now.

The gate of the monastery is made of thick wooden boards, and it is impossible for these ghouls to destroy the gate and enter inside only by the number of people.

Miss Godiva was still standing by the side holding a wooden stick and wanted to help, but she didn't expect her father to see the opportunity and pull him back into the monastery.

Ivan dodged a ghoul's bite with lingering fear, his back was sweating, and even his chest was panting non-stop.

There were fifty ghouls left, and it was impossible to kill them all by myself.

Ser Dorian and the others can withdraw when they are safe.

He ran around the nearby buildings as best he could, and finally jumped onto a column, holding on to the daffodil carving on it with both hands.

The ghouls huddled around the column and stretched out their blue-gray hands towards the target above their heads. Even if a companion fell into the pool and slowly crawled towards the bottom of the column, the other ghouls would not be able to see it. There is still only their own food.

Ivan blew a whistle, and the chestnut horse shook off the ghoul that was clinging to its buttocks, and rushed over with a cry.

Ivan jumped on top of it and made a sound by hitting the door with a branding iron, attracting the attention of all the ghouls in the venue.

Seeing them all staring at him with white eyes, he nodded and rode his horse all the way down the mountain, followed by many small black spots.

The light in the monastery is quite deep, and the bricks and stones look dull and colorless.

Only a small window close to the ceiling reveals a little light, so that the whole solemn and sacred place is not so dark that it cannot be seen at all. Of course, what looks more bleak and depressed than this space is the faces of everyone.

The appearance of the ghoul was really like a bolt from the blue, and the outlook on life that had been built for half a lifetime completely collapsed.

The ladies hugged each other, sobbing softly, their lips trembling.

Baron Dorian reluctantly opened his mouth: "I said, what is it outside, a demon?"

Mr. Alter: "It's a corpse. I saw someone wearing an old-fashioned dress."

"This group of corpses should be lying in the tomb. Why did they suddenly crawl out and attack the living? Could it be that an evil wizard is obstructing them?" A person had a sudden thought.

The ladies generally agree with this idea, the man in black who came to save people is not the brave knight in the legend, he can even control a flaming sword to attack the corpse.

Since there is power in this world, presumably there must also be wizards, who will only curse good people and attack female relatives.

The nun knelt on the ground, clutching the crucifix and praying.

There were many people praying with her, but others couldn't help discussing in low voices.

Everyone has seen the knight with strange powers, and now they generally feel that the bizarre stories in myths and legends are not so bizarre. Many fairies, gods, and demons with special powers should be real.

It's just that they were mortals before and couldn't get in touch with these existences.

Bishop Claude sat closest to Jesus. He muttered to himself, hoping that God would send disasters, so that the self-proclaimed leader of Protestantism, Mollore, would die early, so that he would not keep promoting his own The Atonement is a crime against the Bible.

"I pray every day, and I will definitely go to heaven in the future."

Claude is very confident, because he has just decided to give part of the penance roll to the Pope in exchange for his qualifications to eat the holy wafer and anoint the holy oil-generally speaking, only the canonized saints have qualified to do so.

"What do you think the knight will look like?"

A lady finally stopped crying, pushed her girlfriend next to her, and asked curiously.

"I think it should be a man of middle age, with a straight beard, and his hair is like what is said in a poem, dissolute and informal, like golden waves scattered behind his head."

Another lady whispered: "I think he should be alone, because the Knight of the Fire Sword needs to wander the world to destroy all evil forces that oppose the Lord. This time he came to our Luzpittburg because of the fire. The Knight of Swords discovers an evil wizard."

"They resurrected the dead with the intention of desecrating the rest of the dead."

"then.then"

Speaking of this, the gray-haired lady blushed a little: "He should have taken a fancy to the peerless beauty of a local noble daughter, and finally settled here."

Hearing this recitation, the women clutched their handkerchiefs excitedly, their beautiful jeweled rings hidden under the silk, and almost forgot about their entrapment.

"Really, would he really fall in love with a noble daughter?"

A young lady touched her forehead and prayed with both hands: "I hope he can see me. I also asked the servant to take out the skirt today, as well as my pearl necklace."

"Maybe someday there's a Mayor's Ball and he'll come on horseback."

"The knight of the fire sword walked to the hall heroically. Under his black cloak was an extremely handsome face and a shining armor, and he found his beloved. If anyone obstructed him, he would take out his own the flaming sword."

"what."

The women screamed with excitement, their voices echoing throughout the monastery.

It sounded like a lot of larks had barged in, chattering for no apparent reason to upset a man who was resting or praying.

Hua Ke, the new security officer, raised his arms and said loftily, "Hey, ladies and wives."

"I think your imagination can stop here. This world will definitely not be as simple as the biography. The reason why the knight put on a mask to cover his face is because he is very ugly."

A lady bowed to him, and said extremely unconvinced: "This is very rude to a knight who can kill corpse monsters."

"Sorry, I just want to point out the reality."

"Then you should wait until the next time you meet that knight and point it out to him. Maybe the Knight of the Fire Sword will throw the glove in your face in a very gentlemanly manner."

"Hahahahaha."

The women's sarcasm made Hua Ke's cheeks flush, but he couldn't say "willing to accept" the challenge.

Because judging from the martial arts and skills of that fire sword knight, the opponent can easily cut Hua Ke in two, not to mention that he still has an invincible flame sword.

Hua Ke saw with his own eyes that someone used a flaming sword to pass through the bodies of several ghouls.

Don't even hold the hilt with your hands.

The sword was killing the enemy out of thin air.

And his body is not necessarily stronger than the devil.

A quiet lady didn't really want to join their team, but she was also very curious about the knights, so she whispered in Miss Godiva's ear, and the voice was not much louder than a mosquito taking a nap on Sunday.

"Godiva, do you think that knight is an old man?"

Godiva didn't answer. In fact, after she was rescued by Ivan, she stayed by the side to help.

Her and Ivan's eyes met briefly for a few seconds, and Godiva recognized a pair of young, familiar eyes.

She looked at the glory on the ground: "I'm not very interested in him, but we are all trapped here now, did the knight destroy all the corpses? If he died in the battle, we have to Have you been stuck here all this time?"

It was getting dark, and the hall was dark.

A coolness penetrated the body and pierced into the bones, as if the chill that had been imprisoned for thousands of years was suddenly released, making people tremble at the moment when the brain could not think.

In the middle of the night, people were already hungry and sucking the air to endure.

Lord Dorian and the Marquis of Condorcet decided to ask the servants to open the door to see the situation, and if there was any abnormality, they would close the door immediately.

The servant squeezed his head out through the crack of the door.

"No."

"Nothing at all."

So everyone breathed a sigh of relief. The gentlemen in the city hall first carefully padded their feet and ate Hesai on the leftovers, and then ordered the nuns to pull out the horses in the backyard so that they could leave.

After returning home, the nobles lay on their backs one after another, feeling the warmth brought by the cushions and quilts, and feeling the gift of God in a quiet and peaceful way.

Of course, they will not forget that they met a black-robed knight holding a flaming sword today. It was his bravery that kept the ruling class of Fort Luzpitt from being seriously injured.

(End of this chapter)