Medieval Reiki Revival

Generally speaking, it is best for a patient who has just finished an operation to rest in peace, but de Treville does not belong to this category, as there are still remaining [reconstituted cells] in his body.

Ordinary patients would also try to stay away from the outside world to avoid bacterial infection, but the [steel bacteria] in de Treville's body would devour all microorganisms that were not conducive to the survival of the host.

If Ivan hadn't increased the dosage of [Hell Mushroom], he might not be able to anesthetize him.

De Treville looked at the unfamiliar places around him. Behind the white curtains, there were some figures walking around. Those people were looking around curiously, and they were still talking from time to time: "How did this happen? I heard that all the bones in the whole body were destroyed replaced."

"He looks terrible."

"I heard that other nurses were terrified."

Colonel de Treville moved his right side subconsciously, and found that the musket was tightly bound with bandages and could not be pulled out.

At the same time, he also noticed that the head of the musket was not the same as before.

"what happened."

He regained some consciousness: "I seem to have entered the operating room."

"Have I had surgery?"

Suddenly Colonel de Treville heard an exclamation from outside: "My lord."

"You are not needed here, go out."

"Yes."

Following a burst of fine footsteps, Ivan entered from outside the ward, and he saw that De Treville's hood had been opened: "De Treville, you have regained consciousness, which is longer than I expected. Fast forward a quarter of an hour."

"Woooooo."

De Treville found himself still unable to speak.

Just when I was about to speak, I found that there seemed to be two iron rods rubbing against each other in my throat.

Squeak, squeak.

His tone of voice is easily disturbing.

Ivan's face remained unchanged, and he looked at the other party with a smile.

He couldn't believe it: "Did it work? I can stand up now."

Hearing the excited tone of the other party, Ivan reminded slightly: "Metal bones have replaced most of your bones. Although [Steel Bacteria] can coordinate your body, such heavy bones may be a huge burden to the body. burden."

"It takes a lot of time to get used to your new body and it's very noticeable on the outside."

De Treville didn't care about his appearance.

He laughed out loud, happy for his desperate gamble, but it was a pity that the brass teeth in de Treville's mouth affected his original heroic spirit, making him look a little weird.

Probably because of some violent activities, the bandage on his head fell off.

Half of a silver metal head was revealed.

The man's right eye socket is all metal.

There is also a part of silver on the chin.

Although the remaining muscles are attached to the metal, they look very fake.

"Thank you, Master Wizard."

Ivan shook his head: "This is what we agreed from the beginning, so there is no need to be polite."

De Treville insisted: "I used to be loyal to Charles II, and his orders were everything in my life. After King Charles II died, I also lost the ability to stand and walk. Under this fate, I I know what the future holds.”

"Although I have become like this now, my will has not changed."

A trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, which was evidence of over-excitement.

"I will not do nothing in this world, because my ancestral teaching is that a young man must achieve a great cause in his limited life. If he can't do it, then he must die worthwhile. .”

"Hahaha, the way I am now, ordinary people will not accept it."

"So I beg you I want to join the Mopper's Society."

Ivan had expected this for a long time. He glanced at the opponent's right hand. The special musket was designed long before the end of the experiment, and now the opponent is holding this special musket.

"Okay, I agree."

"Mopo Club welcomes all those who are willing to contribute to mankind."

I don't know why, but Ivan felt that it was very hypocritical for him to say this.

He turned his head away: "You can go to Don Quixote to ask for a copy of the "Rules" of the Mopo Society, and we will talk about the rest in detail after your injury recovers."

De Treville had to choose the Mapper Club.

Because he has nowhere to go.

In Francett's political center, he has not caught up with a wave of carve-up of vacant posts.

Nor did de Treville take part in the reckoning of the early landowners.

He didn't get wealth or power.

Now returning to the court, it will only become a tool for Louis XVI to check and balance Count Mirabeau.

And because of his previous behavior and identity, neither the Revolutionary Army nor Louis XVI would particularly trust him. Why?
He was Charlie's confidant before.

But he helped the revolutionary army and defeated Mazarin, who represented the big landlord class.

What de Treville himself thought was irrelevant.

He managed to please both sides.

Coupled with his current shocking appearance, he is likely to be excluded by ordinary people, so it is better to stay here and save the last trace of decency.

In fact, he made the right choice.

When de Treville gradually regained his ability to move, he saw more than [-] knights in Beauxbaton Hospital, and he had already confirmed that this place would become an important force in the world order.

And the wizard lord will become a pivotal figure in the world.

"Now I'm going to figure out my place and be their MP."

De Treville was a little anxious. He was afraid that he would fall behind others. These energetic young knights could make contributions at any time. Recently, I heard that a group of them went to catch the Hydralisk.

"If my body can pay back a little more, I will go with it."

He thought to himself, and couldn't help sighing.

We came to the gravel path in the garden.

De Treville felt tired, and he saw a bench beside him, so he sat down there.

There are many evening primroses around.

The white petals are open to all sides, and there are streamlined textures on them.

It made him feel a little better.

"Hey, please step aside."

De Treville sat up subconsciously. He suddenly realized that the voice was coming from behind him. He turned his head and found that it was a corpse seamer who was uglier than himself.

Frankenstein is bowing his head to the soil when the tulips in the flower pot.

De Treville was astonished: "I say, who are you, brother?"

"I'm the gardener here."

"Gardener, you don't look like an ordinary gardener at all."

Frankenstein said without raising his head, "You don't look like an ordinary patient either."

"I am a colonel."

"Oh."

He scooped up a handful of dirt with a shovel: "The people here are either colonels, or barons, earls, and so on. They are nothing new. You will eventually go back to where you should go."

"Where are we going?"

"Those who have a home go home, and those who don't have a home will eventually return to another home under the land."

"You see very openly."

"When you die a few times, you will find that death is the easiest thing."

The colonel sighed, and the metal on his arm reflected a yellow reflection: "Living is quite painful, everything in the world has no reason, no matter how hard we struggle, there is nothing we can do."

"We're like a monastery here."

"Don't look at so many young lads here."

"But a lot of them come here with the mentality of avoiding the world."

"They don't mind dying for human beings or Francitt, they just hate the filthy and muddy rules and interpersonal relationships in reality. I have suffered from this before, but after becoming what I am now, I see it more Clear."

"Fame and fortune are nothing."

After Frankenstein prepared the support for several newly loaded tulips, he cleaned up the soil and walked towards the back garden, where he still had work.

De Treville looked after him and muttered to himself.

"I still underestimated Mopo Club. There are many monsters here, and I am not missing one of them."

He has strengthened his belief in staying here.

A month later, de Treville knew he was right, for the Count Mirabeau was down.