Medieval Reiki Revival

Chapter 119 Meeting with Acquaintances
With the piercing air passing through the cracks in the stone bricks and the punctual and bright wood bug eyes every day, Molière already knew where he was.

He is definitely in a tower somewhere, and the height is not low.

Thinking of this, Molière had a headache.

Being able to occupy a high platform as a base, the power of this organization will definitely not be small.

He now regretted coming to persuade Blanche. After a lot of effort, he managed to convince General Blanche to fall in love with him. Unexpectedly, a mysterious organization from nowhere tied them directly to this secret room.

Molière felt very sad, and he pushed General Blanche with his foot.

The whole middle-aged man reclined on the chair woke up like a dream. When he just woke up, he was still a little dazed. Seeing the scene around him that was not familiar to him, he even shrank his beard in fright.

"Where am I here?"

"I don't know, it may be on a high tower."

General Blanche twitched his nose. His nose was so big that he breathed like a bellows: "Ahem. There's a lot of dust. I don't feel well. Why did those people bring us here?"

"I have to ask you, did they break into your house directly?"

"my home."

General Blanche chewed a sentence, he frowned, hoping to see everything around him in the dim light, and then seemed to remember something, his eyes brightened: "Yes, they rushed directly to my house. "

"The soldiers on guard, the servants all turned a blind eye."

"Why, did they betray me?"

After hearing this, Molière gave a wry smile: "These people have never been loyal to you from the very beginning. I'm afraid they have been monitoring us for a long time. Maybe they already have the idea of ​​controlling you, but my arrival hastened this result."

General Blanche tried to save himself, moved to the side against the wall, and struggled to get up.

But the strong rope had already bound his legs and hands. Before General Blanche could stand up, he lost his balance and fell into the mud.

Molière regained his composure: "General, it's better for us to preserve our strength."

"Firstly, this is a high tower, and I don't know how many people have to pass through from top to bottom. Second, I woke up earlier and heard some news. Some of these people have mentioned you, and I guess they will send someone to find us .”

"Instead of wasting energy, why not think about who that person is?"

General Blanche sat down against the wall, his face looked a little embarrassed, but the demeanor of the superior was still there.

He muttered to himself: "Who is that person?"

"That person can only be him."

"But it's impossible. Impossible."

The man stared blankly at the ceiling, the edge of his beard curled to expose his lips.

Suddenly, there was a roar.

"This bastard!!!"

Molière was taken aback by the sudden shouting and cursing.

He first carefully looked at the door to make sure that no one came in through the door, he was slightly relieved, and then asked: "Who is that person?"

"Bloom Rollins."

General Blanche said it almost in a tone of gnashing of teeth, and Molière could even hear the sound of his jaw joints.

This noise covered the sound of pushing the door, and they didn't react until the two of them were roughly grabbed by the man in black.

"Where are you taking me?"

The man in black replied: "Hehe, the wizard wants to see you."

For some reason, when he heard the word "wizard", Molière suddenly relaxed.

Although he knew that the wizard referred to by the man in black was not the same as the wizard he trusted, but when this familiar word sounded in his ears, he still couldn't help but wonder where that person was.

Will he fall from the sky to save himself like he did in Bam City last time?

The two soon came to a hall.

There are torches on the brackets.

The light is a little brighter.

Molière took a closer look, and found that the hall was in a quasi-Christian style.

Although there are no objects such as statues of gods, the ceiling has a long arch that is as long as a sleeve.

"Squeak, squeak."

Blanche gritted his teeth a little harder, and Molière noticed that he calmed down quickly, still maintained his demeanor, and spoke to the leader in the same tone as he would treat a servant: "So it's you , Bloom."

Just climbing up from the entrance, Ivan staggered when he heard the name, and almost didn't reveal it.

Fortunately, the attention of everyone present was not at the entrance, so it could be temporarily hidden.

Ivan hides behind a piece of armor.

"Ha ha ha ha."

Bloom laughed wildly. He was also wearing a black robe, but the robe was embroidered with blood-red thorn flowers.

At this time, he was no longer as humble as he used to be, and even when he met a noble heir, he would be the first to show his favor.

But it is different now.

He didn't have to bleed people, and he didn't have to play tricks.

Because he is Bloom.

He is also a wizard.

"You never thought of it, I brought you here."

"Blanche, you are always high and never willing to bow your head, so even the people around you betray you, and you are so greedy that you can't even see through such a simple conspiracy."

"My experiment was successful, and all these Mazarin monsters are for my use."

"Ha ha ha ha."

Molière suddenly raised his hand: "Excuse me."

The rope on his body was not tightly tied, and his arms could still move.

"Ok?"

"Excuse me. You are also a wizard, do you know Master Ivan?"

"Ivan?"

Hearing the familiar term, fear flashed in Bloom's eyes.

"How do you know him?"

Molière was naturally not that stupid. He lied and said, "I have been to Fort Luz Pitt before. I have heard of him. He seems to be a very powerful wizard. Is he as powerful as you?"

"Strong, of course we are strong."

Bloom boasted unnaturally: "We are brothers."

"It's just that his talent is better than mine, so he is more powerful, but after I complete the ceremony, I will be the strongest wizard in the world."

Ivan, who was hiding in the dark, spat, he had already recognized this man.

Isn't it the big apprentice who cheated under Crake's seat?

Still bragging about being a wizard.

Not even healing.

Molière narrowed his eyes, pretending to be surprised: "Your ceremony is so powerful?"

It may be that talking about Ivan made Bloom feel like showing off.

He waved his hand: "This high tower has been connected to the earth by lead and tin. After half an hour, we will arrive at noon. At that time, Apollo is at its most powerful. With the power of Osorronophis, I can Transcending the body for a short time, when the time comes, my spirit will be strong enough to radiate the entire city, and let all the spirits obey me."

"In the sky, in the air. Above and below the ground"

In some mysterious handbooks, the important points of ritual magic are divided into six aspects.

Sight, sound, smell, taste, touch, thought.

These unusual impressions cause unusual changes in the brain.

Therefore, their collective thinking is also extraordinary.

Molière listened, taking in as much useful information as he could from Bloom's words.

But the problem is that Bloom's words are very different from traditional mystic rituals, and even the names of the spirits in the spells are not consistent, like a part of the tattered tome that I don't know where to find, plus Re-fabricated by your own imagination.

Ivan has black lines all over his head, that's all.

At this moment, his hair suddenly stood on end, and his forehead seemed to be electrified.

The whole person is a thrill.

The back of Ivan's head suddenly felt cold, and he subconsciously rushed forward.

A black shadow passed behind, and hundreds of hairs disintegrated in the air.

"who."

Startled, Bloom almost jumped up on the spot.

Molière saw the visitor clearly, and immediately laughed out loud: "You are finally here."

(End of this chapter)