Medieval Reiki Revival

Chapter 23 Lies
The windows on the south side of the hall are clean and bright, and are the source of all light.

There is a colored window in the middle, dark blue and deep red, small and dim.

Little Henry, who was tied up, was ashamed, and he used his tongue to press against the rag in his mouth.

After finally spitting out a corner, the man next to him stuffed it in again, and kicked it hard.

Little Henry and Sheriff Henry are not alone.

Compared with the chief who is following the trend, this man's scheming is as young as his age.

Little Henry couldn't cry out in pain, and his desperate eyes made the nearby female relatives feel unbearable.

The thug is unkind: "Excuse me, ma'am, this is the baron's order."

The head of the thugs was standing next to the young man, his vicious eyes seemed to be looking at not a person, but an animal.

"Where is the Baron?"

A nobleman who hadn't taken off his hat said: "Yes, he said that the murderer who killed the Secretary-General has been caught. Could it be the child who was tied up with a rope?"

Faced with the doubts of the nobles, the thugs did not dare to push him too hard, so he quickly lowered his head.

"We received news that the bad guy caught was this young man."

"It's not clear exactly what happened, because I was just following my master's orders, but with the baron's wisdom, there must be a reason why he sent us to catch this man."

The nobleman nodded, so the others waited more patiently.

Ivan was hiding behind the crowd, and several ladies with horned headdresses stood in front of him.

There were not as many people in the hall as there were at the welcome party last time, so he could still observe everything he wanted to know through the gaps in the crowd.

"Is the murderer behind the scenes planning to manipulate everyone's emotions and plan more benefits for himself?"

"It's really greedy. You actually want to use Mazarin's coma to put money on your face."

Ivan sneered a few times.

He would like to see what medicine is sold in the gourd of the self-righteous baron.

So I tried to hide my figure as much as possible, and turned my face sideways, so that people who are familiar with me can't immediately recognize that this is the doctor who once treated the secretary-general.

Madame Charlotte came with her arms around the Marquis de Condorcet.

Her hair was coiled high, the agate on the side of the golden headband was shining, and the gray hair was covered under the translucent veil.

"If a lady sees her fair fair hair fall she should take the dead woman's hair, or put it on light silk, and put it in a wig," wrote The Rose of Rome.

Mrs. Charlotte's hair wasn't originally blond, but she was good at using headgear to cover up her flaws. With her irrefutable self-confidence, no one would notice what kind of hair was hidden in the beautifully braided bun. secret.

The men looked at the Marquis de Condorcet with envious eyes.

The Marquis's face was flushed, he was a little embarrassed, but he still pretended that nothing happened: "Who just said that the murderer who killed His Excellency Mazarin was found, where is that person, and where is the person who said that?"

The mayor was late, and the secretary put away his coat for him.

Seeing this, the nobles next to him made way for the bloated official.

Ivan hid in the crowd and saw the mayor walking in front of him with his own eyes.

Baron Robespierre finally appeared, and he stood in front of the statue of the Virgin, bowing triumphantly to everyone.

"I'm very sorry to bother you on this pleasant morning, but there are more important things in this world than personal happiness, such as delivering justice for an innocent victim."

His fingers were conspiratorial, and his eyes revealed a viper-like gaze.

No one could recognize the weirdness in it, and everyone was attracted by his exaggerated tone.

People began to whisper, but anyone with the slightest interest in power would know that Baron Robespierre was talking about the accidental poisoning of the Secretary-General.

This matter has not yet spread to other cities.

Now is a good time to draw conclusions.

The mayor wiped his sweat and asked subconsciously: "Could it be possible that you have found a clue? This is really great."

"No, sir."

Baron Robespierre pretended to be sad, his tears were cloudy and filthy: "I have to point out one thing, the murderer you want has been caught, and that is the guy next to me."

He suddenly grabbed the young man's rope, and amidst the other party's whimpering cries, he said viciously: "Why did you kill Mazarin, you bastard, your vicious behavior is simply killing the Holy Lord's respect for the world!" mercy."

"In a little while, I'll have the sheriff take you away, and hang yourself on the gallows some good day."

Hundreds of years ago, ordinary people were not eligible to go to the gallows, because in the legal sense, these farmers and workers were not regarded as independent personalities.

If they angered the nobles, they would either be beheaded by the executioner or beaten to death by the servants.

Now a murderer could go to the gallows.

It has to be said that this is the progress of democracy.

Everyone believed Baron Robespierre's statement, and the ladies no longer felt sympathy for this "murderer". Instead, they wondered how the baron caught this fierce gangster.

"this is very simple."

He clapped his hands: "When I saw poor Mazarin lying on the bed with purple lips, I immediately realized that the other party must have been poisoned. That night, I sent people to search for clues, and very It embarrassingly restricts your freedom."

The nobles recalled the unpleasant scenes of that day.

It was getting late, but everyone had to stand in the hall to register their names.

They had complained before, but now they graciously forgave this troubled devotee.

"The hard inspection finally brought results. Last night, I found a strange servant."

"He originally thought that I would ignore the suspicious points on him, but in fact, I have noticed him a long time ago."

"Next, I had an extremely dangerous fight with this man. At that time, he was almost about to get a weapon. Fortunately, the servant stopped him. In the end, we won the victory and found two items from him."

Someone couldn't help asking: "What is it?"

Baron Robespierre nodded towards the thug, and the tall thug took out the evidence from his arms and put it on the tray, and the servant showed the two murderous objects in front of the nobles.

Ivan raised his head slightly, and what he saw was: a wooden bottle that hadn't even been painted, and the other was a letter that was torn to pieces.

The baron told everyone that the wooden bottle was filled with Cantley, a very poisonous ointment. Legend has it that a cunning bandit used this poison to murder the emperor of Rome, and there was no antidote.

"This guy is lying."

Ivan secretly said that Cantrera is a dangerous product, but it's not like it's completely unknown.

At least many of the stories fabricated by the bards were related to Cantrera.

Also, Cantrera did kill Roma's big shot, but the recipe was long lost.

If future generations want to reproduce this miraculous potion, they can only make inferior versions.

His Excellency Mazarin did not die immediately, thanks to the poor toxicity of the replica poison.

Ivan guessed that the bottle should contain an inferior version of poison, and there was no need for the other party to lie about such trivial matters.

However, he had seen related descriptions in the books collected by the old doctor Creek.

In other words, anyone who has read that medical book can make Cantrella.

For a moment, old doctor Crake.

The names of the three apprentices.

Flashed through Ivan's mind, would they be involved?

The second piece of evidence was a letter.

Baron Robespierre showed it to everyone with a serious expression, and Ivan thought there was something great fabricated in it.

As a result, when the mayor's secretary began to read aloud, he immediately showed disdain and even laughed softly.

(End of this chapter)