Medieval Reiki Revival

Chapter 9

Before Pierre's treatment was over, Ivan took the initiative to find an excuse to come back.

He doesn't want to waste time there.

The manager of the hotel hastily stepped forward: "Ah, you are back from Dr. Crake's clinic."

Ivan casually stepped on the "dirt stand", observing the group of people in every possible way.

The maid knelt down and wiped the dirt off her boots, as vigorously as if she were sharpening a dagger.

A group of businessmen in the corner of the hall began to exchange glasses, and their voices made the hotel feel more secular.

The manager, who had already retrieved the coat from the maid, gave the group of drunks a disgusted look as they passed the table.

"Master Ivan, your coat is ready. I supervised the maid to pat it inside and out with a duster."

Ivan retracted his foot at the right time and watched the girl leave. He felt that this girl was not like an ordinary girl.

"The girl's family lives nearby, as far as I know. There is only one mother in the family."

"If you want - I can"

To prevent the manager from having idle daydreams, he tidied up his cuffs a little and pinned the hair on his forehead behind his ears.

Ivan felt his throat was a little dry: "It's time for lunch."

The manager bowed: "Our nut pies and rooster pies have always had a good reputation, and the cheese was bought fresh the day before yesterday. We just bought some salted cod yesterday, and the seller is a local who is very good at salted fish." people."

"Sounds good, but I don't like cheese."

"If you can, please give me a cup of herbal tea first - preferably without onions, and fish is not suitable for lunch, it reminds me of fasting days when I was a child."

Green tea from the enclave was not popular with the nobles of Europe in this dark age.

Compared with the bitter taste of green tea, people prefer black tea and scented tea, and they even add cheese, sugar cubes, milk and other condiments to the tea to make it sweeter.

"A nut pie, a rooster pie. And a lamb chop, remember to burn it a bit."

"By the way, send them a copy too."

Ivan pointed to the table where the merchants were gathered, and turned back upstairs.

The manager followed suit, and the merchants were worrying that the dried fruit on the table had been exhausted, and a plate of fragrant lamb chops was brought to the table.

The merchants were very happy, they felt that they were respected, so they toasted together to thank the mysterious resident upstairs.

While pushing the cups and changing the cups, a child came in with an envelope.

The leading businessman took the envelope in surprise, and opened the cover of the envelope. His face suddenly turned livid.

Now even the managers are a little curious about what they saw—the merchant spread it out on the table, and there are only a few words on the paper: The ship has arrived at the shore, the sailors are counting the goods, the captain met six rabbits, wish You get rich.

one, two
four, five, six.

This group of people sitting together to eat was exactly six people.

His face was almost deadly stiff, but his ears were steaming hot, and his tall figure curled up into a soft dough.

"Yes. Bandits."

"What!" Everyone present was shocked.

Only Ivan wondered: "What is the bandit gang?"

What is Bandit Gang?
No. Should ask. Who doesn't know Bandit Hands.

The merchants were cautious, and the children who had just delivered the letter had disappeared completely at some point.

The manager trembled all over, and he recalled: "They are a group of criminal groups, and they like to blackmail businessmen the most. Before each blackmail, they will send a letter politely, and if they don't listen, they will use violent means Hurt the merchant."

It sounded like it was just a gangster, and Ivan felt a little contemptuous.

"They not only commit crimes, but also kidnap family members and hold them for ransom."

"But every time he is polite and polite, and he is very particular about what he does."

"I dare say Luz Pittburgh, half the bad things are about them."

Seeing Ivan was very curious, the businessman, manager, and servant told him everything they knew.

At this point, he finally got to know the gang.

Ivan soon realized that he could strictly monitor the comings and goings of businessmen, and set different extortion amounts for different businesses, so as to avoid exhausting the money and making the businessman go bankrupt.

A gang like this has energy beyond imagination.

Even greater than the energy of nobles.

His face was gloomy: "I hope I won't run into them in the future."

(End of this chapter)