Medieval Reiki Revival

Up to now, Ivan is 100% sure that the gypsies are related to the murlocs, but he just doesn't know why those murlocs were able to come to Pilsen from Luzpitburg.

This is a distance of several hundred kilometers.

Just relying on the murloc's physique that will lose physical strength if it is dehydrated for a long time.

They couldn't have come this far to Pilsen.

Zombies are made by Brom through murloc bone meal and jellyfish.

Brome was a murloc found outside Fort Luzpitt. According to his notes, all the murlocs he encountered were dying and had no ability to migrate outwards.

Ivan touched his forehead, because of intense thinking, his forehead was a little hot.

"Either I didn't create the murlocs here, or someone behind the scenes sent them here."

He suddenly remembered the bone paw print in the laboratory, could it be that existence?
Ivan looked gloomy. He could clearly know the location of the hospital laboratory and stole the [corrosion medicine juice]. Diffusion is extraordinary.

If you want to investigate in depth, ask a local resident with a lot of information. The owner of the hotel where he lives now should know a lot.

After thinking about it, Ivan decided to be honest.

He returns to the inn and finds the innkeeper arguing with Michael.

The boss thought it was strange that there was an extra beggar in the luxury room of his house, and thought that Michael was here to steal something, so he planned to drive Michael away.

Michael was irritated by the boss's attitude and retorted.

"Beggar, get out of here, or I will break your leg."

"Hey, I'm so scared. If you can be tougher, maybe the gypsies won't look for you."

"You disgusting beggar, you better not be caught by me."

"Old man, when did the Pilsen people say such brave words?"

Just as Michael was about to look for a chance to slip away, Ivan came back. He grabbed the weapon in the innkeeper's hand and easily broke it in half.

Now it was their turn to be dumbfounded.

"What do you... want to do?"

The boss looked at the stick in his hand and didn't know what to say for a while.

He took a few steps back, and tried to swing the remaining half of the stick, hoping to keep a distance from Ivan.

"Wow, man, you are really good."

Michael's attitude is even more bachelor. Although he can't figure out what Ivan wants, he feels happy as long as he sees the boss getting angry.

Ivan tried his best to make himself look gentle: "Sir, I am not a bad person. If I want to hurt you, I don't need a weapon at all. I just need to be simple, and it is enough to understand your lives."

He stretched out his fist and touched the wall lightly, and the wall shattered like a pudding.

Bricks fell and some rolled underfoot.

Michael opened his mouth, stomped on a few pieces of debris secretly with his feet, and after confirming that they were all real bricks, he didn't know what expression to use to deal with the current scene.

"real or fake?"

After confirming that the hole in the wall was real, the innkeeper relaxed instead.

He slumped on the stool, covered his face with both hands, and said in a broken voice, "What is this all about?"

"Mopper Society."

Ivan said calmly: "It may be the first time you have heard of this organization based on your social status, but we have a history of hundreds of years. During the past period of time, we have been dealing with extraordinary things."

"Extraordinary?"

"It's like werewolves, zombies or something."

Ivan's words were half-truth, coupled with the strength he showed, both the boss and Michael believed him

They knew that there was a terrifying existence of murlocs around them, so they were more willing to believe that there would be organizations in the world whose goal was to kill extraordinary anomalies.

It's like a life-saving straw grabbed by a drowning person, no matter what the result is, people will always struggle desperately.

"Why did you come here?"

Looking at the distraught boss, Ivan sighed: "Our manpower has not been very large, and the abnormal incidents in other places have also involved the energy of the community. In short, we will try our best to deal with this incident."

Michael's attitude was very positive: "What do you need?"

"Some information, you know, I have already told me, but we want to know what the boss knows."

After all, Michael is just a quarryman who has been working on the mountain. If the crystal mine was not attacked by murlocs, he would not know more than ordinary residents.

The innkeeper obviously knows more things. He lives here and must have met many outsiders.

The two gypsies had an unusual relationship with him.

Ivan noticed that the amulet they gave to the boss was different from the one in Michael’s hand. Although the shape in Michael’s hand was similar, but the edges were just ordinary metal materials, and the amulet in the boss’s hand was the same as Carmen’s. the same.

The boss sighed more heavily. He wanted to smoke, but unexpectedly coughed.

"Cough cough cough."

"I know something, if you need it, I will try my best to help?"

Ivan smiled slightly: "First of all, please tell me when the murlocs appeared."

"It suddenly appeared about two months ago. Some residents along the coast were attacked. I heard that some factories near the mountains were also attacked. I haven't seen murlocs, but I have been to the Innsmouth River. around.".

Everything you see on the way is like a horror folk tale.

"Blood, blood everywhere."

"There are still human limbs, some of them are covered by the ruins, and some of them appear naked on the ground. But the victims were only on the other side of the Innsmouth River, and it happened at night, so not many people saw it. "

"But even then, the repercussions are incomparably dire."

The boss smiled wryly: "Since that day, our city has declined at a speed visible to the naked eye."

In a city of this era, unless it is a heavyweight city like Bam City, an average small city with tens of thousands of people is enough.

Pilsen belongs to the Bohemian belt.

The population here is not dense, and there are mostly forests and mining areas nearby. Relying on these two resources, they don't need a large area of ​​cultivation, and they can live well.

"How did the murlocs get here?"

"There is a saying that they came with the caravan."

"Caravan?"

"It's a group of strange caravans. They seem to have been seen operating near the Innsmouth River. After they left Pilsen, the murlocs began to appear."

The boss shook his head: "I also received them at the time, but I think this kind of speculation seems a bit outrageous."

"Do you remember what they did?"

"I heard that they came here to order jewelry, but I don't think so, because I have never seen them, and this group of people is completely new."

A group of new-faced businessmen came to Pilsen.

Move around the Innsmouth River, and murlocs start appearing.
Could this group be behind the scenes?Perhaps they have news of the Boneclaws.

"By the way, they once left a truck delivering goods."

"Take me to see."

Ivan and the hotel owner came to an open space in the backyard, but there was a broken cart there. The owner thoughtfully made a rain curtain for it, and he might use it after repairing it one day.

"How about it?"

Ivan pondered for a while: "This is a cart specially used to transport wood."