Medieval Reiki Revival

Chapter 114 Children
There was basically no one in the lobby of the hotel, and there was a few millimeters of dust on the walls.

When the manager saw the guests coming, he came forward to serve them very attentively.

Ivan asked for a room and asked the servant to bring some food to the room.

The second floor of the hotel was empty. After a little inspection, I found nothing wrong and went in.

"It's like there's no law here."

Kepler sat down on a chair and complained. The scene of passers-by stealing and being beaten just now was still vivid in his memory.

Ivan picked up the tea cup on the table and held it in his hand: "It should have something to do with the environment here. The security forces have taken control of this place. They don't maintain order. They only control the main traffic routes. No one manages the city. so."

Kepler stood up and clapped his hands vigorously, looking very angry.

"It must be the fault of the jellyfish. They have controlled the security forces and turned this place into a den of evil."

He was so angry that his blood was hot, and he hurriedly walked up and down the room.

Ivan poured him several glasses of water before he calmed down.

Kepler was dressed differently than Ivan.

His tunics had narrow sleeves, which were not part of the garment but were cut as part of the same fabric and sewn or added later.

It doesn't look like a farmer, but like a poor alchemist.

"Just inaction."

Ivan shook his head slightly: "Evil is the choice of human beings."

Kepler sighed: "In short, even if General Blanche promised to help us, the jellyfish hidden in the security forces will not let us go easily. This is an army of tens of thousands of people, God knows how many traitors there are in it. "

Jellyfish can parasitize in the human brain, and there is no difference in appearance.

Although it can be judged by facial expressions and behaviors, if the number is too large, the identification will lose its meaning.

dong dong dong.

The door was pushed open, and a servant came in with bread and tea: "Masters, this is the food you want."

"But I have another menu here, just take a look."

Ivan took the paper and found that it was all about meat and vegetables, even wine.

"Aren't these things contraband?"

The servant laughed and said: "On the surface, meat, vegetables and alcohol are prohibited, but in private, there is no one to manage them. Those who buy pork will still sell pork, and those who eat beef tongue will still eat beef tongue, but because the traffic remains the same and the price is expensive. A lot."

"How do you know we can afford to pay?"

The servant first glanced at the shabby clothes of the two, and laughed loudly: "With all due respect, people who can wear such clothes would rather live in a cowshed than stay in a hotel. But those who can sleep in a hotel People, most of them know that when they go out to play, it’s best not to show off their wealth.”

"Nowadays, the world is changing too fast."

He put the plate on the table and taught them a lesson instead: "One of you has a ruddy complexion and a big body, and the other has fair skin and strong movements. You don't look like poor people."

Ivan smiled wryly, there are too many nobles, and even the poor are forgotten.

Now he was taught a lesson by a servant.

He sighed: "It's getting more and more stretched."

The servant was a little complacent, and even wanted to continue to say some great truths, but then Ivan crushed the teacup into powder in front of him.

The servant didn't understand at first, but when he moved his head closer to look at it for half a minute, beads of sweat suddenly came down. Kepler stood beside him, took a look, and found that his back was completely soaked.

He suddenly fell silent, and his appearance became respectful: "If you need anything, you can call me."

"No, let's go."

"Okay, I'm very happy to serve you."

Before leaving, he bowed humbly.

There was no sound when the door was closed, not even a sound came out.

"In short, find a way to get information first, and then find a way to contact Molière. Anyway, he should be in General Blanche's mansion. Try not to waste time. We can't expect Mazarin to sit in Versailles like a fool. No reaction at all."

"I hope the tavern here is open during the day, after all there is a curfew in Le Mans."

"This curfew is a bit unusual, I want to go and see."

Kepler was busy trying to warn the other party, but then thought of Ivan's extraordinary force, so he could only rest on his laurels.

He lowered his head: "I think I'd better inquire during the day."

After the two had eaten the food, they parted at the entrance of the hotel.

And when they walked out of the hotel, there were people coming and going outside again. If the blood on the city wall hadn't dried up, Ivan almost thought nothing happened.

Kepler walked west, and Ivan walked east.

The land here is flatter than Luzpittburg, and the walls are thicker. Basically, all the houses are painted with crosses.

Occasionally, there are no unpainted places, all of which are uninhabited places, and Ivan passed by one.

The house is remote, the doors are dilapidated, and weeds are growing from the cracks in the bricks.

Ivan pushed the door open and went in. He immediately covered his nose and pursed his lips in disgust. There was a smell of rotten green onions in the house.

He kicked away the boards on the ground, and a puff of white smoke floated in the air.

"Except for the dirt on the ground, the rest is very clean, and there are no rotten vegetables. But this smell is very unpleasant. Could it be that there are still people living here?"

Ivan saw that there seemed to be blue crystals on the wall, so he went up to wrap his hands in a cloth and buttoned it, then held the cloth in front of his nose, and smelled it lightly.

"Scorrodite?"

Scorodite is a member of the phosphate group of minerals. It is a hydrous ferric arsenate, an arsenate mineral that emits a rotting green onion smell when hit or heated.

Considering that arsenic plays an important role in this era, it is a cosmetic for women, a cathartic for doctors, and an alchemy material for warlocks.

Arsenic is used.

The presence of such minerals in residential houses is very strange.

Before Ivan understood why there were such crystals in an abandoned residential house, he heard a rustling sound from outside the door, and he was shocked: "Who is it?"

The whole person looked like a cheetah, and it jumped out in the blink of an eye.

Before the person who looked outside the door could react, he was about to flee into the alley when he held his shoulder and pulled him into the air.

Is it a child?

Oliver Twist tried to break free as long as he could, dancing in mid-air with his teeth and claws looking comical.

This child is very thin, his hair is as messy as straw, under the hair is a pair of clear and transparent eyes, which can reflect the original appearance of the child.

Ivan grabbed him expressionlessly to the entrance of the alley, and pulled him in front of him.

The child suddenly lost his wits and looked at Ivan pitifully with his big eyes.

He pursed his mouth: "All right, sir."

"Stop pretending to be garlic."

Ivan saw through his disguise: "You have observed me for a long time, you must know a lot of things? Tell me everything you know, otherwise, you will suffer a lot."

"I'm just an ordinary orphan."

Oliver smiled innocently at the man, his teeth were white and neat.

Seeing that he was unwilling to give up, Ivan smashed a big hole in the wall with his bare hands.

Oliver immediately stopped talking, his eyes widened, and it was the first time that he could see a surprised expression on his dirty face. He stopped struggling and just grabbed Ivan's arm with his small hands, trying to stabilize his figure.

"I said, I said."

"What do you want to know, I will tell you all?"

Ivan and him looked at each other, and seeing the other's sky blue pupils were still rolling around, he knew that this little kid was still playing tricks.

He laughed secretly in his heart, and put Oliver down from the air.

"What's your name?"

"Oliver Twist."

"Why are you looking at me at the door?"

"Who's looking at you? I'm only looking for my friends."

Ivan laughed angrily: "Will your friend live in an abandoned house?"

Oliver heard this, and they fought each other: "There are poor and rich people in this world. The rich can build palaces and houses at will, but the poor have no right to choose at all. If we have to be picky about where we live, I'm afraid we won't be able to live as long as we want." You communicate here."

(End of this chapter)