Medieval Reiki Revival

Chapter 59 Molière
I don't know when, Pierce's perspective on the world has changed.

Probably because the lover who was desperately trying to save him lost his life and fell into his arms with a pale face. He realized that bloodletting alone cannot cure all the diseases in this world.

He is a farmer's boy.

The eldest brother is the child of an alchemist, and the second brother is the child of a barber.

The arrival of Pierce did not help Dr. Crake much. Although this old man is an idealist who loves medicine, in some respects he is much more rational than the butcher who sells meat in the market.

He needs an apprentice to show his medical ability, but he doesn't need a smart apprentice who surpasses himself or even disagrees.

The senior brother and the second senior brother have always been able to talk sweetly.

So only Pierce is the least favorite of Dr. Crake.

"Bleeding, give me more blood."

"Don't keep saying you wish you could use herbs, those are outdated things."

Whenever Pierce tried to explain how the patient had died feebly, Dr. Crake would throw a tantrum.

He had had enough of this apprentice with novel ideas in his head, and Dr. Crake grabbed his head with his own rough and powerful hands, forcing rotten and wrong opinions into it.

"Bleeding is the best."

"The poor can't afford it, and they like bloodletting too."

"You must learn to tout my medical skills and dispel people's doubts."

Pierce fell deeper and deeper in the setbacks one after another, which also made him have a strong curiosity about the herbal medicine books hidden by Dr. Crake.

So from a certain day, he reached an agreement with a Chuvash, and the Chuvash stole medical skills and tools for him, and Pierce paid money for it.

With the help of the herbal medical book stolen from the old doctor of Crake, Pierre hooked up with several nobles and became their secret family doctor.

Among them, Baron Robespierre admired him very much, not only paid Pierre a rich reward, but also invited him to do things for himself.

After going back and forth, Pierce became Baron Robespierre's subordinate.

He made the poison that poisoned Mazarin.

Pierce told Ivan everything, including a few days ago when he sneaked into the Hippocrates Medical Hall to steal, but accidentally knocked over the lamp oil, causing the entire medical hall to burn down.

His face was ashen, and he lamented: "All my fate is my own fault, that Chuvash may have made enough money, so after I asked him to steal your prescription, he left without saying a word ——This is my retribution, the punishment I swore to."

"The god of medicine, Apollo, Asclepius, and the gods of heaven and earth bear witness. I respectfully swear that I am willing to abide by this covenant to the best of my own judgment. Those who teach me the arts respect them as parents, and as my lifelong mates. Mate, he needs my help urgently"

Tears slowly filled Pierce's eyes, and tears of sorrow overflowed from the trough: "It was my greed that turned the hospital into ashes, and made my teacher Crake suffer a stroke and fall on the bed. I beg you, whatever you want You can punish me however you want, please don't let those two quack doctors treat my teacher."

Ivan's tone was extremely cold, and he kicked his hand away with his foot.

"What does this have to do with me."

"The bloodletting therapy is Crake's own fault. If he had given up that unreasonable treatment earlier, he wouldn't have wasted my time in the medical field."

Objectively speaking, even if Ivan did not learn from Crake, the doctors in other medical centers would not bring him more benefits.At the beginning, he used the name of Crake, mainly for his own endorsement.

"You still have a place to redeem yourself."

Ivan frowned, and said to the leader of the bandit gang: "Help me send them to the Dorian family's manor, just report my name, and the servants in the manor will know how to deal with Baron Dorian related."

"Egyptians, there are some things that need to be discussed in private."

"About how your forces should be arranged."

The leader of the bandit gang shuddered and could only obediently obey his orders.

At the same time, a carriage came to the residence in the upper city.

This is a pleasing three-story building with sloping peaks on both sides. The architect has decorated a row of neatly trimmed citrus tree sculptures around the eaves. There is a small yard in front and back of the building, which has not been used for many years. Together with the swing and creeper, the family's history is recorded.

The man got out of the car, his honorable and neat appearance could be guessed from the back.

His back was straight, his eyes were piercing on his dark face with prominent cheekbones, and his small goatee was well groomed.

Mr. Alter quickly took off his hat and walked towards the famous playwright.

"Thank you very much for coming to Luz-Pitterburg at my invitation. In fact, I heard that you were staying in Strass, so I hurriedly asked someone to find the most educated gentleman nearby, hoping to be able to give you a good introduction Add a little color to the trip."

Molière chuckled: "I am flattered by your enthusiasm, but I didn't come here unintentionally. In fact, when I heard that a magical ghoul descended here, I already have a plan in my heart."

"That's great. I know enough about the matter to explain it to you."

"That would be great, but my arrival is much earlier than the scheduled event. I'm afraid you invite gentlemen to still be tender with their wives or lovers at their homes, hahahaha."

Because it was still early for dinner, Molière and Arte came to the study together.

There are many kinds of books here, including Epicurus' concise philosophy, "Biography of the Saints", some travel notes from other countries, and Gao Naiyi's drama scripts.

Molière himself is a very sensitive playwright. He can judge what kind of person this is, what the purpose and motivation of the other party are, and what his preferences are during the chat with Aiert.

Erter says a lot about Paris, but very little about politics: "Christopher is the kind of really sleazy businessman who employs a whole troupe of burlesques in makeshift theaters, Harlequins come to sell their medicines."

"The medicine doesn't work at all, it's far from what the doctor prescribed."

When talking about the recent form of the country, Airt only said now: "I heard that the troops near Roccoroy are frequently mobilized, and some people are buying grain in the market, which has caused the price of grain to rise a lot. Mr. Molière , you should be careful, especially when you are far from a city like Paris."

Molière smiled and said, "Thank you for your concern, but I care more about the script I created than my life."

"Mr. Alter, you invited me here, not just for the drama."

In the books on the shelf, drama occupies only a small part.Considering the brand-new crease on the paper, Mr. Alter would probably not have bought it if many of the upper classes hadn't loved to watch dramas.

Molière noticed that the opponent's cuffs were wearing black cuffs.

This means that the other party should be a very serious traditional aristocrat in essence, and such a person will not like his own comedy very much, let alone enthusiastically invite himself to create.

Mr. Alter was silent: "Yes, to be honest, I don't like dramas, especially comedies. I invited you over because my wife Liya died in a disaster caused by ghouls."

The man slowly closed his eyes, and the easy chair behind him kept shaking.

Hands trembling, chest twitching couldn't hide the sadness at all.

"I want to avenge her, but I can't get the support of the city government. They say that the wizard hidden in the crowd is a mystery, I can't find it, and maybe he is dead, the flame knight is so powerful we are I've seen it with my own eyes."

"I must admit that my strength is so weak."

"Godiva is still alive and needs to leave property to pave the way for her life."

"The church in Nabis and the city government have different attitudes, but they don't think there are any wizards in this world at all, and even the ghouls think it's a lie I made up."

"In short, I want to kill that wizard, but this may be an unattainable wish, so I hope to use your reputation to spread the news of the existence of wizards in Fort Luz Pitt to the whole of Francit. No matter how big the world is, there will always be an equally powerful Chaofan who can deal with him."

Molière nodded thoughtfully, but he asked another question.

"Why do you think there are wizards? Maybe this group of ghouls were lying on their backs in the mud and pretending to be dead, but they were accidentally awakened by thunder, so this became what we saw."

"because."

Mr. Alter's words stopped abruptly, and the door of the study was opened.

(End of this chapter)