Medieval Reiki Revival

Chapter 113 Strange Place
The residents at the entrance lined up in a line, and the line slowly moved forward.

Farmers with patched sleeves carry baskets of vegetables, and villagers who have lost their land want to go to the city to find a job.

They are so crowded that you can't see the end at a glance.

The gatekeeper stood under the arch, smoking a cigarette butt, comparing the portraits on the arrest warrant.

Suddenly, he raised his eyebrows, as if he had found his target.

"Hey, stop."

The farmer lowered his eyebrows and said, "Master, you call me."

The gatekeeper was satisfied with his attitude, first curled his lips arrogantly, and then blocked the city gate with one hand.

"Ahem, why do you have a big mole on the side of your mouth, just like the person on this arrest warrant, where do you come from, you can't come from Bam City, right?"

The farmer immediately panicked and almost knelt down to beg for mercy: "Sir, I'm from Curaro. You must have heard of this place. That place specializes in growing tomatoes and cabbages. I've never been to Bam City."

The gatekeeper sneered: "There is no need to explain, when I arrest you, I will know where you came from?"

Just as he was talking, the two guards next to him took out their weapons. They looked at the farmer ferociously from left to right.

"I'm really local."

"Do you still dare to lie?"

Seeing that the guards were ready to move, the farmer quickly took out a bag of money from his pocket and put it in the hands of the sheriff: "This is the money I earned in the city yesterday. These are all local money, so I can definitely buy them." Prove my identity."

The sheriff weighed it with his hand, as if you were a sensible boy.

"It's almost there."

He turned around and said, "Brothers, I was wrong. This kid should be from the local area, so there is no need to arrest him. Let's continue to question the people below."

The guard put the knife on his waist cooperatively, and returned to the original place with a full face.

The farmer knew that these people were deliberately blackmailing, but he still pretended to be grateful.

The farmer nodded and bowed to express his thanks, and left here quickly.

Ivan took everything into his eyes and touched his chin in surprise.Because the clothes are a bit loose, you can see the underarms when doing this action.

His current clothes are very different from the luxurious clothes Luz Pittburg wore. They are just the numb blouses worn by ordinary peasants, and even the shoes are single-layer wooden boots.

Before coming, they had already prepared a disguise.

Kepler said worryingly: "These city gate officials are also jellyfish bodies, right?"

"will not."

"why?"

"Have you ever seen jellyfish taking bribes from others?"

Ivan crossed his arms and said, "The gatekeepers are ordinary humans. I think Le Mans may not be as bad as we imagined. At least humans still occupy a lot of positions here."

Hearing this, Kepler shook his head vigorously, and at the same time wrapped his robe tighter.

He didn't think humans would have the upper hand in the north. The gatekeeper might not be a jellyfish body, but the guards should be.

He complained: "When we go in, I hope that the portrait on the wanted notice does not look like us, so that when they check, we still have time to escape."

Ivan comforted: "You will know later, it will be easier than we imagined."

Before preparing to enter Le Mans, Ivan and the others separated from Molière.

Because Molière himself is not on the wanted list, and as a nationally renowned comedy writer, Molière enjoys much better treatment than Ivan and Kepler.

Kepler was even a Protestant, and if the people here knew his identity, he would be in danger of dying at any time.

Compared to Kepler's nervousness, Ivan was extremely relaxed.

When it was their turn, Ivan took out a bag of coppers from his arms and took the initiative to send it to the other party's waist. The city gate officer felt the fullness of the bag and patted his chest happily: "A person like you must be a Le Mans." I’m a local, next time I’ll just plug in to the front instead of queuing.”

"Thank you then."

"You're welcome, right, little brother."

Kepler shuddered, followed by a stiff smile on his face.

Fortunately, he had smudged his face before, otherwise it would have been possible for them to discover the problem.

"come back next time."

Seeing that he could go, Kepler immediately shrank behind Ivan.

He is really sensitive to these official figures, as long as some of them appear, Kepler will think of those zombie soldiers who are chasing after them in the dense forest.

If Ivan hadn't gotten close and saved him a few times, Kepler might have died.

"Finally in the city."

As soon as he stepped into the city gate, Ivan sighed that the countryside is really not a place for people to stay.

Le Mans was once a gathering place for barbarians, and Ptolemy once recorded this period of history.

Kepler was an astronomer, so he had naturally seen the work of Ptolemy.

Before coming, he had already babbled about Ptolemy to Ivan, so there was no need to repeat it here.

"I bought fruit, fresh fruit."

"Muffin bread, jingle bells, muffin bread."

An old man swayed a bell and passed by Ivan and the others with a basket of food on his head.

"This place is much more lively than Bam City."

Ivan sighed, acquaintances in Bam City dare not chat on the street, and ordinary residents can't do without the Lord, as if they are following the Lord's order to eat and shit every day.

Kepler felt that the environment was good, and he relaxed a little.

Anyway, it's a nice city indeed.

He watched several children chasing and fighting in the street, and his frown finally relaxed.

However, at this moment.

A man rushed over, snatched the old man's basket and ran away. This phenomenon made everyone panic. The children ran into the mother's bad, and the mother immediately took the children to evacuate the place.

"Grab something."

The old man shouted hoarsely, and a row of blue veins bulged in his neck.

He tried to run after the thief, holding his knees out of breath after only a few steps.

With shriveled skin, people are like balloons.

Every time I exhale, I get a little shorter.

Kepler felt a little sympathetic to the old man, and when he saw the thief coming, he wanted to stop him.

Before he could make a move, Ivan held down his arm and winked at Kepler.

"We're new here, so we can't show off."

"Hey you."

Kepler couldn't hold back Ivan, as if there was an iron rope around his arm.

Ivan grabbed his arm and let the thief pass by.

He lowered his head and covered his eyes with the hair on his forehead, and quietly observed some clues on the scene. Although some problems were covered up, careful people could detect something wrong.

The person who fired the first shot has often not yet caused the most intense conflicts.The thief had just snatched something, and the number of petty thefts in the entire market suddenly increased several times.

Seeing the thief leaving, Kepler shook his hand angrily.

"something wrong with."

The businessman who set up the stall was about to pack up his things, but he didn't expect that the old man would reach out to the stall and lead a red ornament into the booth, and then he walked towards the crowded place.

The businessman was concerned about the things on the booth, and he couldn't chase after them. He could only look at the passing residents suspiciously, and then carefully packed all the valuable things into the box. There was only one piece made of clay on the table. Ripple bowl.

Not long after, this clay bowl was also snatched away.

"Is it a coincidence?"

Before Ivan and the others took a few steps, they saw a thief coming out of the alley.

It's just that this time he was not so lucky. He was caught by the stolen goods, surrounded and beat him fiercely, and finally he was beaten until he bled profusely, and he just threw it on the street and left.

Ivan felt a little strange: "Catch the thief and beat him to death. Does the law in this city no longer work? And the frequency of petty theft is too high, as if someone is encouraging theft."

"what happened?"

Thinking all the way, doubting all the way.

Not long after, they came to the hotel and asked the manager for a room.

(End of this chapter)