Medieval Reiki Revival

Chapter 28 Killing the Werewolf
On Wednesday, the operation officially began.

Ivan is ready for everything.

The forceful stride of the guards, fully clothed and armed, attracts attention.

There were two big black horses at the front of the team. They held their heads high and their manes on the back of their necks were neatly trimmed.

The black horse wears a rod-shaped bit, which exerts a lot of force on the horse's mouth when pulled.

"It's a nice horse."

Sheriff Henry was wearing an officer's uniform, put a hand on his waist in a very graceful manner, and asked with a smile.

Ivan replied respectfully: "I have never seen such a high-spirited horse."

"Hahaha," Sheriff Henry was very happy, and he stroked his beloved's mane.

"General people may think that the face of a horse is very long, but in fact the face of a horse is not long, only the mouth is long and big."

"A horse is much higher than a cow. It doesn't need to ruminate food. Its mouth can chew a lot of grass at the same time, while a cow can only eat wheat bran and weeds. Isn't it amazing?"

Sheriff Henry was full of pride: "My black horse is a part of the bloodline of Bucephalus, and it is also a mixture of Franchet traditional horse and Dutch horse."

"That's great, I think that's why you insist on taking it to catch werewolves."

Ivan flattered, and the footsteps of the guards drove away the nearby wild dogs.

The guards hated this place very much. The ground was mixed with sewage for a long time, and when they exerted force on their feet, mud spots would splash on their robes.

"You don't have to dirty your clothes with sewage. This operation is sponsored by Sir Dorian. He heard about the ravages of wild wolves and decided to help the city residents solve the scourge. Whoever can shoot and kill the wolves will get 300 gold lang."

"Yo - wolf or werewolf, we are not afraid at all."

The guards were so happy that they didn't care whether the object they shot was a wolf or a werewolf.

Even if there was an unarmed ordinary resident standing in front of him, the guards would not hesitate to shoot.

"Hey, hold the musket up a little higher, and be careful not to get wet."

The magistrate said loudly that not all of his men were musketeers, and some of them carried shields and long swords.

Ivan lowered his brows, and seemed to be planning something in his heart.

He is not famous enough to ask the magistrate to use all his strength in his own name.

Even if the Dorian family has always been on good terms with the magistrate, it's the same. It's not just my own family that has a good relationship with the magistrate, and they won't look down on a junior.

That is to say, he wanted to deliberately play a trick to get Sir Dorian to sign. Without Sir's endorsement, these people would not care about him.

Even if you have money.

"I'm happy to see an old friend caring about the lives of residents, especially when he's in a good mood recently, but I want to explain that some poor people are very afraid of wild wolves, so that some rumors are born out of thin air."

"Young man, there are no werewolves in this world, it's just some nonsense."

Ivan bowed his head temporarily, and he wisely did not argue with the other party here.

Sometimes facts speak louder than words, as long as he sees the grinning of the beast, the sheriff will immediately change his worldview.

"You just need to remember to give me the body of this beast. After all, the Dorian family has invested a lot of money and must get a commensurate amount of spoils."

"Take it easy, kid."

"It's just a wild wolf. I have hunted a lot in the forest. If you want, I can even give you a complete wolf skin."

The magistrate stepped forward with his legs under the horse's belly.

The guards followed closely behind, and they quickly moved away from the crowd and came to the most desolate southwest area of ​​the city.

The boys split some weeds in half, only to startle the crows on the ground.

Quack - woo.

The black wings spread out and merged with the nearby cedar trees.

Some laborers or residents of the shed area looked at them curiously, and were quickly dispersed.

Looking at the gray gate, Ivan knew that he had finally reached his destination - this is where the workshops of Luzpittburg gather together, and many workshops will produce and transport here.

The reason is that land is cheap and can attract nearby farmers who have nothing to do to work hard.

Just as he was looking for where the werewolf might be hiding, the guards came over with a disheveled woman in their hands.

"Quick, get out of the way."

"Look again, I will suspect that you are a fugitive."

Ivan didn't care about the workers' pointing and pointing at all. This time the arrest operation was carried out by the guards himself.

He knew who this woman was, and he also knew that this woman would play the most critical role in the next battle with the werewolf.

"Meet you again, Mrs. Rabe."

The woman saw Ivan and rushed towards him like crazy.

Fortunately, the guard had quick eyes and quick hands, grabbed her shoulder again, and put his elbow against the woman's head, forcing her to settle down temporarily.

But seeing her bloodshot eyes, the person who subdued her didn't dare to relax at all.

"Is she related to the wolf?" Sheriff Henry asked curiously.

Ivan nodded: "It has something to do with the werewolf."

The guards found two or three money bags from her arms, each with a different pattern, and one of them was even stained with blood.

Even if the woman in front of her has nothing to do with werewolves, she should be a gangster.

"You devil."

"You made little Creeld that way."

"What are you still doing here?"

"You still want to persecute him. He is a well-behaved and sensible boy. You shouldn't show up."

Mrs. Rabe saw that it was impossible for her to attack the other party, so she began to curse. What she said was so confusing that people who didn't know the inside story couldn't understand it.

sensible boy?
Ivan smiled contemptuously. Although the other party's change had something to do with him, it was by no means completely irrelevant to him.

If he didn't use medicine to save him, little Creeld would have died long ago, and he wouldn't even have a chance of harming him, so the other party should thank himself.

As for the devil.

Ivan was noncommittal, Mrs. Rabe's grade was still too low.

I'm just a physician.

I don't like to do business with other people.

(End of this chapter)