Medieval Reiki Revival

Chapter 107 The Encirclement

The dinner went very smoothly, and everyone in the rebel army ate their mouths full of oil. Even Ivan, who is a wizard, hadn't tasted hot broth for a long time, so he filled several bowls with his mouth full of saliva.

Count Mirabeau gnawed on the leg of lamb, and his stomach was getting bigger and bigger.

Don Sara and Don Quixote felt as if their stomachs had become a bottomless pit, and they ate seven or eight lamb chops by themselves.

The fat around the lips was shiny white, and the other hand pinched the big cake and stuffed it down the throat. It took a long time before I felt that the abdomen was full.

The attachment of [reaction force muscles] consumes a lot of nutrients in their bodies.

The front door of the thatched cottage was temporarily removed.

Everyone sat in the yard.

Smoke rose from all directions, and there was no room for a table of dishes.

Tomatoes were not sliced ​​and the cherries were wrapped with lettuce.

The beef was peeled off and scalded in a boiling oil pan, then pulled out and stuffed into the mouth.

The cook was sweating profusely from work, and the cooking smoke in the southwest direction was getting thicker and thicker. Even the sudden southwest wind blew up, making the whole place smoky.

Village Chief Angelo didn't talk big, he really made everyone almost overwhelmed.

"Well, I'm full."

"Today's beef is so good, I feel like I made up for all the meat I didn't eat before."

"After eating, I want to sleep to recharge my energy."

"Hahaha, if I can eat like this every day, I won't be afraid of anything."

The ground was in a mess, and Count Mirabeau asked someone to reinstall the door that had been removed.

The rebels talked loudly from time to time, or bragged about their strange knowledge, and slapped their arms more violently. Time quickly passed away in this simple joy.

At night, the men went to bed early.

Others in the village jumped into action.

"Shh, be careful."

"It's here, you want to catch everyone inside."

The village head showed treacherous eyes, and he was smiling. He had lost half of his teeth from his front teeth to his canine teeth. He was as stiff as an old dog at the entrance of an alley.

Angelo stepped on the rock and kept moving forward, his feet were nimble and free, even faster than Mazarin's soldiers behind him.

He wasn't worried that the pace of the mass walking would wake the Rebels.

Because Angelo had explained to the rebels during the day that Provin would have the custom of offering sacrifices to God Pan at night.

There will be villagers singing and dancing in the back mountain from time to time, so don't worry too much even if there are some voices

Officer Athos suddenly asked, "Are you still offering sacrifices to God Pan here?"

Angelo immediately became nervous, he didn't want to offend the officers in the city over such a trivial matter.

"Since the priest came over last time, we don't offer sacrifices to it anymore. It's just a local prostitute, and it's not worth mentioning at all. It's just that the villagers in Provins rarely have a lively time, so they call it Banner. I assure you that everyone here is a faithful Catholic."

"That's good, because our order is to kill all heretics."

Chief Ados nodded with a smile: "If there are aliens, you must speak out. It would be best if you can kill a few more people, so that we can get more credit. But... don't let me find out, you can't see people secretly My little secret, or this knife will be cut on your neck."

"Okay, okay."

Angelo wiped his sweat, and he began to pray that there would be no problems with the siege.

The soldiers approached slowly, one after another, and soon surrounded the thatched cottage.

The officer and the other soldiers looked at each other and made several gestures.

The others raised their weapons, broke open the door and rushed in together.

Inside the thatched hut, the black and chaotic knives slashed for a while, but nothing was cut.

The people outside lit the torches, only to find that the whole room was empty, except for the soup and water on the ground, there were traces of life, and the rebels seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.

Athos immediately grabbed Angelo's collar: "Didn't you say they are all here?"

"I don't know either."

Angelo's bark-like face turned blue from fright.

He tremblingly looked inside the thatched hut, never expecting that there was no one inside.

"Impossible, I clearly saw that they were fast asleep."

Angelo couldn't figure out what went wrong. Those young people who were eating happily didn't seem like people who were good at thinking.

Could it be that these people are all anxious conspirators.

Seeing him come to the door automatically, I became suspicious.

And the disappeared rebels were hiding in the woods in fear. They watched carefully as many people rushed into their house.

Don Serra and his elder brother squatted behind bushes or rocks, while the inexperienced young man held his breath and tiptoed to look around.

Seeing that there was no danger, some curious people asked in a low voice: "Count Mirabeau, how do you know that the village chief has a problem?"

Earl Mirabeau smiled proudly: "A real wise man is always good at observing details. Besides, I don't know the officials of Francitt. From the Minister of Finance, down to the sheriff, and the village chief, they are all just thinking about the details. Money bastard."

"Our group of fat sheep came from other places, looking like they are rich and reasonable."

"The village head can sell food at a slightly higher price, which is already a big deal."

"Can he arrange cooks and firewood for us?"

"Hmph, if he asks for a few more gold langs, I won't doubt it."

Angelo didn't expect that he was discovered by Count Mirabeau because he was not greedy enough.

There is a saying that it is a long line to catch big fish. The village chief Angelo is thinking about the reason of the huge amount of money after reporting the rebels, so he can't see the little copper on Count Mirabeau.

That's why he pretended to be generous and asked for a little less money, hoping to gain the trust of the rebels.

Unexpectedly, cleverness was mistaken by cleverness.

Ivan said in a deep voice: "I know he has a problem, so it's fine to leave just now. Now that we stay here, there is no way for the few of us to leave. Who knows if these people will notice the movement."

Count Mirabeau smiled awkwardly: "I didn't expect it at the time, and I don't have absolute evidence."

"It still needs verification. Verify it."

The woods are neither too far nor too close to the thatched cottage.

There are a lot of rebels, if they leave now, it might cause disturbance.

You can't use the enemy's ability to gamble on their safety. You can only hope that this group of people will think that they have already left and will leave here by themselves.

Ados looked at the traces in the house and laughed loudly: "Hahaha, this group of people should have just left."

"Do they think that we have nothing to do, go and call out brother?"

Angelo didn't understand, so he said, "Brother, what brother?"

A ferocious wolfhound shuddered and walked towards the house step by step.

There was no rope around its neck, and when it passed by Angelo, it almost didn't scare him into unconsciousness.

The wolfhound was very big, with a large muscle bulge under the fur, its eyes glowed green, and its white teeth protruded outwards.

The sharp teeth grow alternately, and the saliva dripping from the front of the fangs flows on the fluff of the chin. Its tail is like a large bundle of firewood, and it will feel a sharp pain when it is swept slightly.

"Take a good sniff, brother."

"Smell these heretics, where are they?"

"Hahahahahaha."

The officer's smile was evil and profound.

At the same time, Ivan crouched in the woods and suddenly felt bad.

(End of this chapter)