Medieval Reiki Revival

Chapter 75 Molière's Investigation

Seeing their dumb looks, Ivan said it again with a smile.

"Leave the soul."

Persephone argued: "Our agreement ends when we wake up. Logically speaking, you should pay us directly to leave. You have no right to keep the two of us."

Persephone's words made Jung's heart tense. She couldn't see how many people were lying on the operating table, but I saw them, and those were recorded on the list.

He didn't think those volunteers could survive after participating in the experiment. Jung felt that the so-called experiment was just an excuse to satisfy the other party's tyranny.

Ivan's experiment log was in his hand, and Jung's eyelids twitched when he saw this invisible method.

Persephone listened habitually, and didn't notice anything unusual, but the strength from the man next to him let her know that the matter was not simple.

"can."

"But our agreement also states that you have to cooperate with subsequent experimental data collection."

Ivan was quite distressed: "When you entered the illusion, walked through the wall of the subconscious mind, and survived. There may be some abnormal changes in your soul. If you are allowed to leave like this, maybe the follow-up experiments will be difficult. will fail."

"In this case, just stay alone."

Persephone let go of Jung's hand, walked out and said, "I'll stay."

Jung looked at her in amazement, not knowing why the other party was going crazy. If she really left it in the hands of this lunatic doctor, she might suffer what kind of suffering she would suffer, and it might be even more dangerous than in the illusion.

but.

He hesitated for a while and didn't speak.

The man stood where he was, like an ostrich avoiding the wind and sand.

He could bravely protect this woman, but when Persephone took the initiative to let go of Jung's hand, the relationship between the two of them plummeted.

Jung felt the cold, and he tightened his neck to let the heat in his body warm the skin outside.

Suddenly, he became afraid of death.

Only those who can break free from the self can break free from fate.

At this time, Jung realized that he had only met Persephone for less than a day, and even the money-swindling prostitute in the mansion had been with him for several weeks.

A thought that had never before appeared in my mind.

I met her less than a day, and a day can only be regarded as a stranger.

The courage of the stranger should not be blamed, the two of them were not yet acquainted.

Jung lowered his head, ashamed of his cowardice.

Persephone said flatly: "I voluntarily stayed here, so it is not a violation of the contract for everyone, and Jung can leave here, take the due reward, return to his family and continue to be a rich young master. With this money back, I believe he will not be punished."

"Are you sure this is what you want?"

Ivan was a little more interesting: "In this case, I agree."

He waved his hand and opened the door.

Jung paces back, almost getting out of this hell.

However, he was not reconciled.

The man's body was leaning against the gate, but he turned his head around, his eyes filled with flames: "30 years in Hedong, 30 years in Hexi, I will come back sooner or later. At that time, I will rescue you from Persephone , I will definitely come back to this hospital.”

After speaking, he slammed the door and left. The laboratory seemed to be dazzled by the light, and the door went from shining to dim.

The dust was impacted and slowly fell down.

Ivan saw it clearly, he chuckled: "This guy won't come back."

His tone was very firm, as if he had seen through the future.

Persephone put his hands on his sleeves, feeling the remaining warmth on his own, and said flatly: "There are many people in this world who can talk, but there are only a handful of people who can do what they say. At least I know that when he is parting The feelings are real, that's enough, and I don't expect anything else."

About the time Jung was hastily leaving Chateau de Luzpiter, Molière and Erthet were drinking tea at an ice shop on Center Street.

The two entered the box with both feet, and after confirming that no one was following each other, they took off their scarves and top hats.

The hot tea couldn't dispel the haze in Elt's heart. He kept touching his bracelet and tapped his fingers on the table.

The waiter came to the box twice, and left after delivering a few plates of dim sum.

He sighed: "I went to the circus you mentioned, the scene inside is really disgusting. Don't look at it put the tents that were originally used to perform the circus inside the factory, but most of the canvas used to keep out the wind and rain It's all dyed red."

"The colors are so vibrant, I thought it was idiosyncratic fuel."

"But that's not it, it's all made of corrupted blood. Oh my God, I can imagine the disgusting image of blood sprayed on the canvas, some red, some yellow, and it will all turn yellow in the end .”

Seeing the black tea in his hand, Elt retched and pushed it away.

Molière nodded empathetically: "Do you know where he found these victims?"

"A few are voluntary."

Alt said in disgust; "Some others were taken away by thugs. Now there are wars everywhere outside the city, and countless people come from outside the city to Luzpittburg every day to make a living. Strays is full of homeless people, Beggars, thieves. My God! I thought Fort Luz Pitt was a safe place."

"Hehe, the refugees are always there."

"It's just that no one is looking into where they go."

Molière said sarcastically: "Actually, everyone in the security team knows that homeless people are disappearing, but they don't go back to take care of them, because these people are gone, but they can keep the city safe. I bet that the empty-headed security captain is on the table There must be a report on the matter."

Many of Molière's plays are satirical upper-class dramas.

He himself knew enough about the inferior members of the nobility.

The dramatist's comedies are quite in line with the spirit of the Renaissance. The protagonists of the comedies are not ancient heroes or princes and generals, but all kinds of inferior souls who are ridiculed.

Seeing the changes of the times from dramas, just as people see the prosperity of Athens dramas, they should also pay attention to the relationship between the prosperity of dramas and the king's heart of statesman Pisistratus.

The man suddenly became wary: "Is that blindfolded man reliable? You must know that he is a betrayer. Since he can betray the Bandit Gang, he can also betray us."

Airt hesitated: "Shouldn't it?"

"After all, that man owns the Bandit Gang, and some of them hate him as well."

He paused: "The blindfolded man's cooperation should be temporary. He also secretly released some artificial monsters, hoping to cause some disturbances, so that the city government can pay attention to the circus. However, once those artificial monsters leave the cage, they will disappear It's all gone."

"why?"

"Maybe it's fear, maybe it's something else."

"Okay, it's time to talk about my harvest."

Molière produced a letter with some scrawling on it.

"You said before that you got the news about the wizard from a crazy woman—she is dead, but I investigated this matter specifically. This is a letter written by the former security team."

Elter looked at the letter in silence for a while.

"He's a wizard."

"The wizard must be him, and our reasoning is the same."

Molière's eyes became brighter and brighter. Unlike Elt, not only did he not feel that he should be afraid, but he was full of curiosity.

He sat down suddenly and slightly covered the light in his eyes with his hands.

There is a terrifying energy in this man's body, and he never tires of prying into the truth, finding clues as keen as a beast.

Elt slumped on the chair, he covered his forehead, his throat was completely dry.

"Where did you get this information from?"

"A little helper."

Molière tapped the signature on the letter—Henry.

"There is evidence, and there are witnesses."

"I don't need to participate in the rest of the matter."

"You can figure it out for yourself. After all, it's still a time of war. It's only a matter of time before Prussia arrives here. I will leave here and find a safe place to live temporarily."

Alter was unwilling to give up.

He sneered: "I know that many families already hate that guy, and they just need a reason."

"Now I will contact them and destroy him together."

"Whatever he is."

At this moment, an attendant was lying outside the door, listening carefully to the message inside.

The gang of bandits is controlled by Ivan, and what they know is equivalent to what Ivan knows.

(End of this chapter)