Medieval Reiki Revival

Chapter 101 The Wizard Comes
When Don Serra returned home, he found that there was no mother in his home, and there was no trace of the servant's life.

When he was puzzled, he saw his brother Don Quixote holding a weapon, fully armed and ready to leave.

"Why are you here."

Don Quixote was very pleasantly surprised to see his younger brother. He put the gunpowder on the table, stepped forward enthusiastically and grabbed Don Serra's shoulder, but the surprise on his face soon turned into worry.

Tang Serra noticed that something was wrong, and quickly asked what was going on.

"You shouldn't be back at this time?"

"What's the matter, could it be that you still don't welcome me back?"

"That's not the case, we are planning some secret operations. You are my family, and I hope you can stay away from the incident."

Don Quixote wrapped the gunpowder in paper and pinned it around his waist. He cut off the excess rope with a knife very skillfully, and tied the lower end of his trousers with cloth strips.

"Will anyone be hurt by this?"

"I'm afraid there are quite a few people."

"May I know what's going on, and where is my mother?"

Don Quixote found a coarse cloth and put it over his body, and they walked side by side to the back door.

"Since you've come back, I can't leave you here alone. I'm worried that people from the Religious Affairs Bureau will come here to search. Leave here with me first, and I'll tell you everything when I get to the place."

Don Serra nodded.

The two of them left here quickly and silently.

There are not a few people walking on the road with their heads bowed like Don Quixote, so there is no need to worry about the two of them attracting attention.

They circled around a few times and finally came to a remote house.

Don Serra knew exactly what this place was, this was the Trocadero.

A place behind Notre-Dame de Lloret.

When he was a child, Don Serra would take his brother to play war games here while his parents were at church.

Notre-Dame de Lloret is a very beautiful religious building.

It may be because it was built in the city of Bam, it does not have the function of a fortress like an ordinary church.

As long as you look for a commanding height in the surrounding area, you can easily see the layout structure inside - a rectangular conference hall with side halls, as well as a temple, a small temple, a backyard, and a scripture room.
Prince Kong Dai was imprisoned in the scripture room on the third floor of the backyard.

"here is?"

Don Serra saw many people inside the house.

There are many of them, and everyone's face is full of worry.

Several rows of muskets and swords were placed on the edge of the wall.

They were supposed to be mighty and extraordinary, but when Don Serra passed by, he found that many of these muskets and swords were rusted.

"De Treville is missing."

"this is too scary."

"We lost contact with him, which means that part of the reinforcements have been lost in advance in the ensuing battle. His Musketeers have always been hidden very deeply, and even we don't know how many people there are in the Musketeers."

"Damn Mazarin, he's trying to drive us to death."

"Is there no way to contact other members of the Musketeers?"

"It's hard, we're working hard. Because all the musketeers on the bright side have been captured by the Religious Administration, I'm worried that they won't be able to withstand the torture there. Even if they are released, whether they can be trusted is a question." question."

Count Mirabeau was communicating with others.

This heroic earl has short hair like a lion's mane. When talking to people, his eyes will turn into inverted triangles due to muscle movements.

In terms of the deterrent power of appearance, no one can compare with him.

That's why everyone elected him as the head of the operation.

Don Quixote came over and reported the situation to him: "Everything is normal here, the twenty musketeers have all been arranged in suitable positions, as long as the trumpet is blown in advance during the battle, these brave boys can rush into the church Provide us with cover."

"Okay, great."

Count Mirabeau finally heard the good news, and his brows stretched a little.

Soon, he commanded a bearded man next to him to bring a map with his fat hand, and wiped off their planned attack plan: "I didn't follow the pre-plan. Don Quixote led the musketeers to cover outside. We Some of these people will stay to attract the attention of the monks, and the rest will go with me to the scripture room to rescue Prince Condé."

"Didn't you say that His Excellency the Prince should be rescued as soon as possible? Why do you have to divide the troops again?"

The bearded man said with some dissatisfaction that this map is basically a draft drawn in charcoal.In order to strive for accuracy, he has worked non-stop for many days, and every graphic above is his painstaking effort.

"Good question, Kepler."

Count Mirabeau explained with a smile: "Because our number has decreased, but it is also because of our small number that we need to exercise mobility."

"You know Fiddy Pitts, he ran more than 100 miles to claim victory."

"Now all of us have to be Fidipitz, rush into the church with lightning speed, and then rescue Prince Condé, and the plan will basically succeed by then."

Everyone seemed to see that scene and nodded excitedly.

Count Mirabeau did not finish his sentence.

If they encounter an ambush, the people covering the first two teams will become cannon fodder, and the people in the third part will take Prince Condé to another secret stronghold, and then find a chance to escape.

The cleverness of this plan is that no one is actually very far apart.

Dividing and merging troops won't waste a lot of time.

"Sounds good," Capote said.

"Yes, I hope the Lord will give us a little more of your good luck."

Kepler was a Prussian astronomer who volunteered to come to Bam to help.In the current climate of civil war, it took a lot of luck to get from the Francett border to the capital.

Tang Serra finally understood their communication, and he immediately shouted loudly: "If you need reinforcements, I have a reinforcement here that can be as good as a hundred."

"you are?"

Count Mirabeau looked at him suspiciously, as if curious about the identity of the speaker.

Don Quixote took the initiative to introduce: "This is my brother."

"He was sent to the south by Mazaran before, and he just came back recently."

"That's right. If you come back from the south, there shouldn't be any problems."

Earl Mirabeau smiled: "Who is the reinforcement that you are talking about, it can't be yourself?"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha."

Everyone present laughed, and a layer of white dust fell from the ceiling.

Don Serra was very dissatisfied with their attitude, but at any rate his elder brother was also one of them, so for his elder brother's sake, he pretended not to hear the ridicule of these people, and remained calm: "It's not me, but my master .”

Earl Mirabeau sensed his seriousness, and responded solemnly: "Your master, could it be that he also came back from the south?"

"Yes, and he's a wizard."

For some reason, Don Serra was very proud, looking down like he was looking at a group of country bumpkins.

Regardless of whether these people are noble lords of Bam City, when it comes to noble status, who can compare with a powerful wizard.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha."

"Ha ha ha ha."

Embarrassed, Don Quixote tugged at his sleeve.

Don Serra was very angry, he really couldn't bear the ignorance of these people.

He used a high-pitched voice: "My God! You people are frogs in a well, and you think that the power of this world is guns, swords, armor and other rubbish. Let me tell you, there are so many mysterious powers in the land of Francitt. , I have seen a ghoul with my own eyes!"

"My master, Ivan Dowling, is Francit's most powerful wizard. As long as he comes over, victory is only a snap of the fingers."

"Ha ha ha ha."

"Hahaha, this guy can't be crazy."

"Who brought him here."

"It's really a well-developed brain and simple limbs."

People's ridicule still didn't stop. Some people covered their stomachs and gagged with their partners, but no one took his words seriously.

Before seeing it with their own eyes, most people don't think that there are really mysterious powers in this world.

"I believe."

Count Molapo showed a meticulous look.

He looked at Don Serra and said word by word: "I wish I could have a chat with your master about the mysteries of Francitt's land, but we people don't have time, and we are too conspicuous Now, the real battle waits for no one."

The laughter of the others stopped abruptly.

They began to take up their weapons one after another, wiping their barrels and swords with coarse cloths.

Don Quixote said worriedly: "Brother, this is not your war. When we start fighting, you will hide here and go with Count Mirabeau depending on the situation."

"No, I'll fight with you."

The two brothers quarreled, and the room suddenly felt a different kind of warmth.

Don Quixote couldn't compete with his younger brother, so he could only make up his mind to let his younger brother hide behind him.

"Now... hurry up and rest."

"It's about to start."

When the bell tower of Notre Dame de Lloret rang, a group of armed people rushed out of the house.

Count Mirabeau took the lead, commanding the crowd to seize the commanding heights and control the gate.

The priest at the door was beaten to death before he could say anything.

"Quick, quick!"

"Where's the third team, come with me."

"Let's save the Prince of Condé."

Just when Earl Mirabeau's plan was going smoothly, groups of soldiers suddenly came out of the basement of Notre-Dame de Lloret. They had obviously been in ambush for a long time.

boom! boom! boom!
Soldiers are not afraid of pain at all, and they don't defend themselves when they see smoke from muskets.

He rushed forward with a big knife in his hand.

Their faces were expressionless, and there was a terrifying darkness in the depths of their pupils. Although they were powerful when they swung their arms, there was a jerky feeling of the wheels turning.

Don Quixote and this group of people were in a stalemate. They wanted to delay the negotiation for a while, but the soldiers seemed not to hear them, and they still rushed forward without fear of death.

Don Quixote stabs a soldier down with his sword, only to be surrounded by more soldiers the next second.

He wanted to retreat temporarily and fight against people in the temple, but he didn't expect that the fallen soldier still had a breath, and hugged his thigh tightly, not letting him leave.

Seeing the soldiers around him getting closer and closer, Don Quixote has entered a dangerous situation.

At this moment, he was extremely regretful. If he had known earlier, he would not have brought his brother here, which put him in danger.

My mother has already gone to the countryside.

Although the money left behind cannot guarantee great wealth, it is enough to live as an ordinary peasant woman.

Don Quixote changed his mind and thought again, it would be great if his brother said that wizards are true, he only needs to cast a witchcraft at will, and he can save them from fire and water.

Hehe, what crazy thing am I thinking?

Feeling that he could not change the fate of death, Don Quixote simply closed his eyes.

The soldier swung his blade sideways, causing the air to blow his hair.

Unexpectedly, a red flame flashed.

The attacking soldier flew out heavily.

Don Quixote opened his eyes in surprise, only to find a tall mysterious man standing in front of him.

(End of this chapter)