Medieval Reiki Revival

Chapter 115 Kepler's Disappearance
Ivan chuckled: "It makes sense."

He touched the other person's head, provoking Oliver's dissatisfaction.

At this time, a few workers who moved furniture passed by the entrance of the alley. Under the sudden change of light and shadow, even the light shining on the face became much dimmer.

Oliver subconsciously covered his eyes, only to feel that the light behind the man on the other side became so dazzling.

Ivan knelt down and looked at the child seriously: "In short, can you tell me why Le Mans has become so outrageous? Why do those people ignore the crime in the city?"

Oliver put his hand down and gritted his teeth: "You want to know the truth, come with me."

The dirty child turned his head to motion for Ivan to follow him, and then walked into the dark and unknown alley with small steps with high frequency.

Sometimes the two need to walk across the lawn, or sneak over into someone else's yard.

No matter where Oliver went, he couldn't get rid of this mysterious man.

"damn it."

Oliver cursed secretly, now he can only hope that Fagin and his companions will be vigilant enough.

They ended up at a three-story riverside residence, with its gates tightly boarded and government chains blocking the entrances and exits, but they did nothing to stop homeless people and stray cats.

There is an opening on the left side of the corridor, and ordinary people need to lower their heads to walk in.

Ivan observed all this curiously. He felt that this was a completely different scene from the lower city of Fort Luzpiter. If you didn't look at the rotten wooden pile in the yard, the whole house should be fairly tidy.

"Right here, you can ask him."

"Fagin, we have a visitor."

Oliver entered the corridor, followed by Ivan.

Perhaps it is the hobby of the owner of the house or other reasons, there are many semi-dry blankets, handkerchiefs, and clothes hanging in the corridor.

These cloths blocked the line of sight, and Ivan had to lower his head a little lower to see Oliver's shadow.

Meow meow meow.

The stray cats were disturbingly meowing, nimble and alert, and their tails hung from the beams like a black fishing rod.

Just as Ivan passed by a red calico blanket, the canvas blanket hugged him as if it were alive.

"I got him, I got him."

It was a child's voice.

"Quick, let's find a way to tie them up."

Some clever ghosts came out from the corner. They quickly picked up clothes or blankets and put them on the calico blanket, and then pressed the blankets in all directions, hoping to control the intruder's movements.

Oliver was a little nervous: "Don't underestimate him, he is very powerful."

The boy next to him looked proud: "Don't worry, no one can escape from my big Chuck."

"You can't even catch a stray cat."

The companion punctured his big words with a speechless expression.

Chuck blushed immediately: "That's because I let it go on purpose."

At this moment, an old man came out. His hair was as messy as these children's, but he was not holding a mess that was neglected. He was wearing a blue coat and a decent underwear with patches. lining.

The old man hunched his body halfway, and nodded with satisfaction: "You actually chased after our stronghold, Oliver, what good things did you steal?"

Oliver hesitated: "Nothing, Mr. Fagin."

"Then why is he chasing you?"

"It seems to be asking a question."

The old man named Fagin took a step towards the calico field. His leather gloves were rarely seen with half-opened fingers, which ensured that the dexterity of the fingers would not be affected.

He touched the calico carpet with his hands, as if he was confirming the physical condition of the visitor.

Old Fagin said to himself while doing his hands: "People who work for profit are not terrible, because you can guess what they think, but if one day you meet someone who does not work for profit, it is best to distance yourself from it." Such people are far away."

"Is he a member of the security forces?"

"No, I asked about the smell, it's the smell of nobles."

Ivan praised: "That's good."

Meow meow meow.

The stray cats on the beams barked.

Before old Fagin could react, he was restrained by Ivan from the sky.It seemed that the moment the child made a sneak attack, he jumped onto the beam of the house.

"Don't move."

Seeing that the boys still wanted to act, Ivan quickly threatened them: "This man's life is in my hands now, if you act casually again, I'm afraid his life will be lost."

Old Fagin still holds a great place in the hearts of these children.

Seeing that none of them dared to move around, Ivan was satisfied, and finally restrained this group of radish heads.

Old Fagin lay on the rolled up blanket, and smiled wryly: "My lord, what's your problem, just tell me directly, I will know everything without saying anything."

Ivan relaxed a little, making him a little more comfortable.

"I just want to know what's going on in Le Mans? Why is there no order, why is there a curfew at night, and what are the vigilantes doing?"

"Okay, I'll tell you everything."

Under old Fagin's reassurance, Ivan finally let go.

And with the hand that regained his mobility, he kept beating his back, as if he had aged a dozen years because of Ivan.

However, under Ivan's scrutinizing eyes, he did not violate the promise, but just motioned for Ivan to follow him for a while to the second floor.

It's fairly clean here, and there are a few small wooden beds for children to sleep in.

There were many broken clocks on the walls, some of which didn't look like Francett's at all.

Old Fagin sat down on the rocking chair and took a small breath: "I now believe that you really came to ask questions. To be honest, I really don't want to get involved with a big man like you."

This time it was Ivan's turn to be depressed, and he took a look at his attire.

Could it be that I really don't look like a poor person?

No, it doesn't matter.

Ivan asked: "What happened at Le Mans?"

"It's not so much what happened at Le Mans, but rather what happened in the world?"

The old Fagin was deep in thought: "In my memory, Le Mans has always been a very peaceful city. Like all cities, there are nobles, courts, merchants, and underground crimes. I, like everyone else in this city, am just a city. The epitome of a piece of land, living with these hard-working children."

Oliver and his companions cut some bread and sat down at the table to eat.

Just plain brown bread, but they ate it with gusto too.

"Until one day, that group of people came."

"They joined the army, then General Blanche set up the Vigilante and took down the Le Mans municipality, and then everything was different. The Vigilante nominally ruled Le Mans, but they didn't manage anything, they just controlled the city. Import and export, everything else is freely managed by the people."

"People were pleasantly surprised at first, thinking they were free."

"Later, there were more and more crimes in the city, so much that even the criminals themselves felt that it was a bit too much. For this reason, the gangs in the city established rules to control crime to a limited extent."

Fagin took a drag on his cigarette: "But that's not all."

"At night, some people will secretly move to arrest the residents."

Chuck put down the things in his hands, tilted his head, and interjected, "It's the security forces."

"It's not the Security Force, but it is also inextricably linked with the Security Force."

Oliver, who had been keeping quiet all this time, suddenly said: "I have seen them. These people have blue crystals on their faces, like zombies. Before my good friend Charley disappeared, these people appeared before. I suspect it is them captured her."

blue crystals?

Ivan thought for a moment, could it be scorodonite.

He asked again, "What happened to the cross at the door of the house?"

"That's the mark of a Catholic."

"Anyone who doesn't have this cross will be cleansed."

Fei Jin coughed a few times: "Some people say that the security forces arrest people according to the symbol of the cross, but it seems that in some cases, some of those crosses are regular, and some are not."

"But that doesn't matter anymore, now all the houses of the living have crosses."

Ivan kept thinking, the anomaly in this city is indeed related to Mazarin, but what the hell is that blue zombie? Could it be a new jellyfish variant?

He thought of the city of Bam, and then of the gate of Le Mans, where bribes were accepted.

If this place was really ruled by Mazarin, how could it be three ordinary people who checked the entrance?
There must be a problem.

Ivan chatted with these few people a lot and learned a lot of information.

He decided to go back to the hotel first and come out in the evening.

But I didn't expect to see Kepler's return after dark.

Ivan stood by the window, looking worriedly at the gradually darkening sky.

He must have a problem.

Will it have something to do with the blue zombie?
(End of this chapter)