Medieval Reiki Revival

Chapter 99 The Wizard's Hand Disappears
【Wizard Hand】disappeared.

My head doesn't hurt anymore.

This is something Ivan discovered after absorbing the redstone ring.

Maybe it was Molly's death that healed something.

His soul looked as if he hadn't used [Soul Sap], it wasn't split at all, even the three demons subconsciously projected disappeared, replaced by a very healthy black-haired youth.

The increase rate of [Reaction Force Muscle] in the body reaches 20.00%.

Strength and speed are beyond the limits of human beings.

The jumping ability reached an astonishing 10 meters.

I haven't tried it with all my strength, but it is already an exaggerated statistic. Ivan can now easily jump over some low church buildings, and he can also land on the roof with one foot, making all kinds of incredible movements.

He has become Superman.

The carriage that is sitting under him now weighs about 1000 pounds including the carriage and horse.

With all his strength, Ivan was able to lift it for a while.

But it is not without side effects. When Ivan started to explode with all his strength, his bones all over his body were creaking. If he used his muscles for a long time, his bones would probably shatter quickly.

It takes about a week to travel from Luzpittburg to Bam.

This week, Ivan saw too many tragedies on the road.

In order for his daughter to survive, the father sent her to a brothel with his own hands.

Brothers kill each other just for that little food.

Mazarin asked the advisory group to go to the south to promote Christianity, but the more forcefully they promoted it, the more they made the lives of ordinary people here worse than death.

The seven deadly sins despised by the gods in broad daylight are not uncommon, and in the dark hut caves, there are not a few bandits who eat human flesh to survive.

This made Ivan firm up his determination to stop the war.

In mid-June, the carriage arrived at the city of Bam.

The sides of the wheels are not quite visible, and the bodywork is stippled.Near the window, there are a few more rows of small holes shot out by bows and arrows. When the swishing air passes through, a few pieces of red-painted wood will be dropped from the carriage body.

On the streets of Bam City, many residents walked with their heads down.

Only bakeries are still open on the street, coffee shops, teahouses, and alcoholic beverages are all closed

The women are all tightly covered, and all are wrapped in headscarves.

They didn't dare to say hello when they saw people. Only men could occasionally squat in a corner and say a few words in a low voice, but when they saw those clergymen in white clothes coming over, they all shut their mouths. Silently holding the cross in his hand.

At the gate of the city, two missionaries bless the passers-by. There are no soldiers, not even tax collectors.

The hungry people fleeing famine all ran here.

They feel that big cities can support themselves.

It was Ivan's turn, and they also expressed their blessings.But this was not enough, the missionary took the initiative to lift the curtain of the carriage, and smiled at Ivan who was sitting inside.

That smile is like a statue of a broken church, only the muscles at the corners of the mouth can be slightly curved, and the eyes are as rigid as stone.

"Hello, traveler from afar, welcome to the City of God."

"As a welcome gift from Mazarin, the substitute of Christ, I will give you this cup of holy water and this verbena used to exorcise demons. After drinking this cup of holy water, you will be able to go to Bam Notre Dame to worship, we Brotherhood will prepare a dress for you."

"This"

Don Serra was a little flustered, he was also an old man of the Mobo Club after all.

I don't talk about how many markets I have seen, but the experimental subjects in the circus have all seen it with their own eyes.

When he came this time, Ivan had told him in advance that something was wrong with Cardinal Mazarin, and maybe it was another extraordinary.

Now when we arrive in Bam City, there are two monks who seem to have malicious intentions to deliver holy water, no matter how you look at it, it looks like a conspiracy by the other party.

Don Serra really felt his head was big.

He felt that as long as he drank this glass of water, he might die suddenly on the spot.

"Master Shui Ivan has water to drink?"

Don Serra didn't know whether he should drink it or not, so he could only throw the question to Ivan.

The monk looked at Ivan, and they seemed to know that he was in charge here.

A missionary had stopped fiddling with the rosary in his hand, and with a chilling smile on his face, it seemed that as long as Ivan was not going to drink the holy water in his hand, he would take action.

Ivan looked at the expressions of the other two, and suddenly smiled.

"Giving passers-by with water to quench their thirst is one of the seven Christian virtues. Of course I will not refuse. I came to Bam City to find relatives. On the day of worship, I will go to church with my relatives and friends to listen to the priest. teaching."

After speaking, he drank all the water in the glass.

Don Serra's eyes widened, he didn't expect Ivan to drink the water so easily.

Isn't he worried that there is something else in this glass of water?

Ivan returned the cup to the monk.

The two monks showed more exaggerated smiles than before, and said a few words of blessing to the two of them in the way of believers, and then left like two marionettes, one after the other.

"Is this water really drinkable?"

Don Serra felt coming, but he was still worried at this moment.

The throat has been trying to regurgitate vigorously, trying to spit out the water he just drank.

Ivan narrowed his eyes slightly, and his expression became extremely serious.

"I just scanned it with mental power. The water in my glass is fine, but I don't know the water in your glass?"

Hearing this, Don Serra pushed harder.

He rolled his eyes and tried to pour out all the liquid in his stomach.

"All right!"

Ivan interrupted him and continued to be stupid: "This water is just ordinary water. These people are just observing the ancient Christian doctrine-the seven virtues. Didn't you listen to their introduction just now? Mazarin now calls the city of Bam City of God."

"City of God?"

Don Serra repeated that he was a Catholic.

Naturally, the so-called seven virtues are loyalty, hope, generosity, justice, tenacity, temperance, and frugality, but what does this have to do with the City of God? Why does Mazarin ask these people to deliver water to outsiders at the door?
Asking if you don't understand is also one of the virtues.

"Maybe I want to show my ability," Ivan once read the letter Mazarin wrote to his brother. He knew that this man had always been jealous of Mazarin, so after he took office, he wanted to prove himself with exaggerated achievements.

On the one hand, he fully supported Prince Kong Dai before, on the other hand, he sent an advisory group to engage in terrorist religiousism in the south.

"Ugh—I must think the water is a little weird."

"It's with honey."

Ivan explained: "Because the ancient monasteries were vegetarian all the year round, they needed to use honey water to replenish their physical strength. Some very traditional churches will inherit this as holy water."

"It's never been done like this before in Bam City."

"This is Mazarin's reform."

Ivan asked again: "For the current cardinal, what is his ultimate goal?"

"Be Pope."

"Meet God."

"No, no"

Ivan vetoed these two answers: "If Mazarin is really a very traditional Christian, then our actions will be easier to handle. But in fact he does not believe in God at all, Mazarin just wants to surpass His older brother, and the kind who wants to override in all aspects."

"Remaking the Christian world is only a superficial purpose."

"His real purpose is to control everything about mankind in a Christian way."

"Life, Morality, Thought."

Don Serra was willing to think on the bright side: "Maybe it's not so bad, after all, so many people are willing to listen to him."

Ivan sneered: "We have all seen Mazarin. He can eat a sheep in Luzpitburg in one morning. Which one do you think is more suitable for him? Are the streets clean? Not even a single beggar or vagrant."

"There were no beggars in Luz Pittburgh before, because I caught them all."

"Theoretically speaking, the number of beggars in Bam City should be several times that of ours, but now I can't see any of them. Where do you think these people have gone?"

Tang Serra suddenly felt terrified when he thought about it, and he subconsciously looked out of the street.

Most of the people bowed their heads to each other, not daring to say hello too enthusiastically.

The streets are bare and look neat.

The temperature was very high today, and Tang Serra felt a lot of coolness in his heart.

(End of this chapter)