Medieval Reiki Revival

Chapter 103

It is impossible for Ivan to care about the people inside and outside the church at the same time, so he can only try to penetrate the corridor road, so that Mirabeau and the others have a direction to break through.

"Come on."

"If you don't leave, it will be too late."

Mirabeau threw the weapon in his hand forward, and was the first to run away with oil on the soles of his feet. Those companions who didn't react in time passively became his shield.

In their unbelievable eyes, Mipolla slipped out of the encirclement nimbly and without any nostalgia, as if he wasn't the one who said to save Prince Condé at the beginning.

"Help, how can this save people?"

Count Mirabeau spoke plausibly: "Didn't you see that even Prince Condé joined forces with Mazarin, and I'm not running away, I'm just retreating temporarily, leaving a useful body, and I will come back to take revenge in the future."

Prince Kong Dai's eyes were empty, but his hands left no space.

The companions behind him screamed again and again, and Count Mirabeau ran even faster when he saw this.

The horns on Prince Condé's head happened to be above the eyebrows, about the thickness of a finger. Unlike other soldiers, he held the spear very smoothly.

It may be that the starfish inside the head is more powerful, so the martial arts of the original body are retained.

"You all go back the same way quickly. Molière has prepared the carriage and has already picked it up in the residential area."

"Then what do you do?"

"Don't worry, I will leave after all of you are gone, these puppets can't catch up with me."

Tang Sera is very confident in his master: "Don't worry, brother. My master is a powerful wizard, he can definitely leave. Let's retreat first, so many people staying here is also a drag."

Don Quixote nodded, signaling to the others to leave.

"Wait. Wait for me."

Count Mirabeau was out of breath, and ran all the way back here.

Although he had already made preparations, Don Quixote couldn't help being disappointed: "Where is Prince Condé, are there more soldiers in the church than we thought?"

"No matter how many people there are...we all have the strength to fight."

Earl Mirabeau leaned on his knees and panted loudly: "But... Prince Condé killed people directly. We didn't even have time to say a few words to him. Sometimes, it only takes a few days for a person to become something we can't imagine. look like"

"Could it be that he reached an agreement with Mazarin?"

"I'm afraid it's worse."

Mirabeau added silently: "He may have been enchanted."

"Anyway, let's get out of here first."

Count Mirabeau and Don Quixote were not ready to continue the discussion. They fought and retreated, and arrived at Trocadero from the gate of Notre-Dame de Lloret when they found a chance.

There were not a few people chasing them. Fortunately, Molière had brought a group of people over for reinforcements.

"boarding."

"Don't take anything, let's go."

"This stronghold has been exposed, ready to leave."

Seeing that almost everyone had left, Ivan turned around and left too. After a few jumps with all his strength, he disappeared on the eaves of others.

Seeing that they could not catch up with them, the soldiers of Notre-Dame de Lloret began to contact the people of the Religious Administration to conduct a city-wide search.

Mirabeau and the others originally had [-] people, but after being ambushed, there were still more than [-] people left. So many people would be a target to attract attention no matter where they were.

So they can only split up.

Some people took others to the countryside, while some continued to hide in the city.

"This city is the city of God."

"Anyone, anyone who tries to disobey the will of God should go to hell."

Mazarin, who received the news, said slowly to his subordinates with a gloomy face.

Those monks with a single horn on their heads have extremely fierce eyes, with cunning eyeballs under the blue eyelids.

Inside the plain robes were long gowns made of black down, and there seemed to be countless nails growing on the soles of the feet, and straw could be crushed into dust when passing by.

Although the power of the Religious Administration Bureau is strong, the residents are not willing to cooperate, so their search operations at the beginning were not smooth, which made Mirabeau often receive news in advance before a stronghold was discovered, and fled to Go to another place.

Boom, boom.

The monks in the carriage broke into the residences of the residents, and several strong men with expressionless faces drove the suspects into the prison and tortured them severely. Some innocent people were affected and became the targets of Mazarin's subordinates to vent their anger.

In order to catch the rebels, the people from the Religious Administration Bureau announced further tightening of life control.

People in the whole city are forbidden to go out at night.

Theaters must present approved plays and only on Sunday afternoons.

It is forbidden to eat meat, even poultry such as chicken.Drugs are not allowed to circulate in the market, and ordinary people can only seek medicine in churches if they want to be cured.

The bread that each person eats per day is limited, and pagans are not allowed to receive food.Moreover, it is forbidden for residents to hide food in their homes, and everyone must ensure absolute integrity and self-discipline.

These rules are a hundred times stricter than the previous New Christian Articles.

In order to maintain their rule, religious leaders will use horrific punishments as a deterrent. They can whip those who violate discipline in public and even burn them if necessary.

The Place de la Concorde was therefore erected with firewood and copper pillars.

Many city residents could no longer stand the harsh rules and chose to join the rebels, or secretly supported the rebels.

Mirabeau's number was originally reduced because of the operation of Notre Dame de Lorette, but now it has increased because of Mazarin's reverse operation.

What an unexpected bonus.

On Wednesday, Ivan finally found where Don Quixote was.

Apart from having a decent gravel road, Provins is no different from other medieval villages.On the sides of the fields were bitter gourds, cabbage, lettuce, edamame, and the dung of donkeys and poor horses lay on the sidewalks.

Ivan had to step forward very carefully to keep the soles of his boots clean.

When he reached the thatched hut, the rebels were a little discouraged.

Their weapons were scattered on the ground, looking listless.

Most of the clothes are decent, but the faces are somewhat unrecognizable.

Some people can't stand the hot weather, and their cheeks and necks are covered with black and white streaks. They only need to rub their hands on their faces casually to get a handful of mud.

Count Mirabeau tried to cheer everyone up: "We have to muster up our courage. The residents of Bam City are still waiting for us to save them. If we give up here, then their expectations will be completely wiped out."

"It doesn't matter if the smoke disappears, how can dozens of people beat tens of thousands of people?"

"You are ashamed to say that it is all your fault for your bullshit plan, which caused us to lose many brothers. None of the people who followed you to save Prince Condé came back. I think you deliberately harmed them."

Mirabeau defended himself: "War is not a child's play, and there will be sacrifices if you are not careful."

"I've been emphasizing that."

"Blaming death on the living is not maturity, but naivety. Those dead brothers will also look down on you. If you really have such passion for words, why don't you muster up the courage and fight them desperately."

"You bastard."

The man stood up filled with righteous indignation, and Mirabeau took a step forward not to be outdone.

Fortunately, the people next to them stopped them.

Otherwise, these two people will decide the winner today.

"I think we'd better leave Bam City."

Count Mirabeau resolutely objected: "I object, leaving here is a complete loss of hope."

"But we can't win at all."

Earl Mirabeau's eyes were extremely firm, with bulging veins on his arms, and his hair was all blown up: "There is no chance of leaving here—because of the Religious Administration, that place is simply a devil's lair, how can ordinary people beat it?" A bunch of devils."

"Mazarin's soldiers can't run out, and they will lose in a protracted war."

"We must enter Versailles and resolve the battle quickly, so that the final decision can be made."

His imposing manner was astonishing, and when he was demonstrating his point, his voice was like thunder, which frightened the others speechless.

The voice of the opponents has become much smaller: "But we are short of manpower, we have neither muskets nor cannons, and it is impossible to make a surprise attack. Unless...unless we can contact the musketeer captain de Treville, only he knows Where is the last batch of arsenals hidden, and he is also manned."

Speaking of this person, everyone sighed. The executioner who was hated by everyone in the past has now become the only hope.

Swish—the door opened.

Ivan walked in directly, attracting their attention.

The sunlight from behind poured in, brightening the slightly dim thatched cottage.Dazzling light shone in from the edge of the gate. The rebels were in disbelief at first, and then became ecstatic. The person who had just refuted Mirabeau stood up involuntarily.

"You are the—wizard."

The hearts of the rebels were all lifted up, and they did not forget this strong man who gave charcoal in a timely manner.

Holding a flaming sword in hand, hacking out a living space for everyone.

They will never forget it in their lifetime.

The man wanted to approach and shake hands with Ivan, but he was worried that the dirt on his hands would annoy the nobleman.

Ivan looked around: "Where did Don Serra go?"

"He doesn't like the atmosphere here. Don Quixote and his brother went to the river to practice swords."

Ivan nodded: "Maybe I can help you, because I happen to know where de Treville is?"

"really?"

"Yes, but on one condition."

"Please speak."

"All your next actions must follow my arrangements. And my goal is the same as yours, which is to kill Mazarin and restore peace to this country."

(End of this chapter)