Medieval Reiki Revival

Chapter 92 Ivan Facing Crisis

"Lutz Pittburgh, I'm back."

Looking at the unfinished mechanical clock tower of the Temple of the Holy Relic, Baron Robespierre sneered extremely.

He looked at the white building of the city hall in the distance, and gave instructions to the adjutant in a warm tone: "Let's talk to a few good friends first, and then go to clean up this beautiful city. Nothing should appear in this beautiful city. You call the troops first." whole team."

"Yes, sir."

The adjutant saluted the baron and left quickly.

Baron Robespierre took a deep breath through his nose, as if he wanted to inhale all the air he had left during this period of time into his lungs, shook his head slightly, and approached with a high-spirited smile on his face just like he did before. up town hall.

"Mayor, mayor, it's not good."

"Someone. Someone."

The noise outside made the mayor feel a little irritated. He yawned and hid a small plate of dried fruit on the table: "What, what? Could it be that the Protestants are parading. My God, at this moment, it's just You can't stay at home quietly and save some food."

The mayor's hair was getting thinner, and he was standing up on crutches helplessly. The coat on his body seemed to have been seen at a ball before.

At the back of the office is an old bottle with a fingernail-sized gap at the mouth.

Last year, there were beautiful tassel flowers in this porcelain vase, but today there is only a bare branch left in it.

Before the mayor opened the door, the secretary hurried in.

He almost panicked, which made the mayor couldn't help but reprimanded him: "What's the rush, what's the rush, although we haven't paid our wages for several weeks, as the face of the city, we still have a bit of dignity."

The secretary was scolded for a while, and her face flushed.

But he was obviously in a hurry at the moment, so he hesitated: "He. No. Someone is coming."

"Who, who is here?"

Hearing his unclear words, the mayor paused angrily on his crutches.

His shoes were not far from his crutches, and the carpet on the ground left a not so clean mark because of this quick poke.

At this time, Baron Robespierre walked in with a haughty face.

"I think he's going to say, I'm coming."

The secretary nodded quickly, and kept pointing at Baron Robespierre.

Damn, deduct your salary.

Can't speak clearly.

The mayor cursed inwardly, but nodded calmly on the surface. He retracted the crutches to his side, and then sat down slowly: "Why did you come back? I remember that you seemed to be running away in a hurry because you were afraid of that person." Now, why are you not afraid now?"

Facing the secret provocation, Baron Robespierre smiled. He is not a person who can easily provoke anger.

He had been in the city as a city councilor for eight years, and the baron knew that this was the mayor's usual trick.

After he really shows his strength, he is the easiest to fall to himself. To use an interesting sentence, the mayor is like a buoy on a balance, and he will fall wherever it is heavy.

The baron sat down without ceremony, directly opposite the mayor.

"Then was then, and now is now."

"You are not afraid anymore."

"Not afraid, because the residents of Luzpittburg are on my side. You don't think I just came in alone, don't be silly, I also brought in 1000 troops, these people have artillerymen, There were musketeers, and there were scouts."

The mayor scowled, it was not easy to look at this expression on this broad face, like a fat salmon dying, the few sparse hairs on his head curled up shamelessly, and the delicate hair on his wrist The Luanwei flower embroidery is very disproportionate.

"With so many people, what do you want to do?"

"You want to provoke the group of people from the advisory group, don't we have enough citizens to die?"

The mayor's face flashed with fear, but also with a flash of unbearable.

In the end, he decided directly: "No, you can't stay here. This is my city. I may not be able to take care of these citizens in peacetime, but now I can't let them lose their lives."

Baron Robespierre gasped in surprise, as if he knew the mayor for the first time.

The mayor wanted to call the staff outside to drive him out, but the soldiers who broke in from outside made his plan come to nothing. The soldiers captured him directly, leaving the short mayor with nowhere to use his fat up.

"Come on, help me!"

"Why are you still watching, think of a way."

The mayor yelled so loudly that it started a row of sparrows outside the window.

The wind blew gently, and the leaves crackled like oars.

Two carts with big bellies landed obliquely in the garden of the upper block. Dozens of beggars crowded together, warming their stomachs with their saliva tremblingly.

Hospitals are not consuming beggars as fast as the South is producing beggars.

At this time, the mayor regretted it very much. Why did he fire so many government employees before? Otherwise, a dozen men could fill this small office with just a single call.

Even if you can't deal with muskets, you can let the other party know that you are not easy to mess with.

The secretary stood beside him tremblingly, not daring to say anything.

Baron Robespierre felt agitated, so he slapped the other party directly, and grabbed his ear and moved closer to him.

"Hehe, quite loyal."

"Let me tell you, 1000 people, a full 1000 people came in, but you didn't realize it. It's not because the residents are blind or deaf, but because everyone has long been disappointed with the court, and they are longing for a new order. .and I will establish that order here."

"To prove myself, but also to wash away the shame."

"I'm going to kill that man—the man that Lutzpiterburg fears."

"Evan Dowling."

The mayor's eyes widened. Most of his eyes were white, except for a small patch of hazel, like a spot on white paper.

Ivan was immersed in research, and no one dared to disturb him.

Experiment, experiment, experiment.

Dead, dead, dead.

Just like what Persephone said before, he can obviously relax, but he seems to be in a crisis all the time, trying to create a terrible killing weapon.

Ivan seems to have forgotten that this is a hospital, and what he should do is to let the hospital accept patients to earn [cure points].

In order to verify whether the steel bird has autonomous aggression, Ivan asked his men to transport the monsters from the circus to the hospital.

He wanted to hold a beast fight in the hospital garden to see if this little guy made of steel could kill a two-meter-tall zombie.

But I didn't expect that when the monster was transported to the central street, the transporter stopped moving.

There was news from the Bandit Gang that the mastermind behind the scenes was actually Jasmine.

She took people to stay at the original clinic.

because
She wants to talk to Ivan.

　Jasmine, danger!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)