Medieval Reiki Revival

Chapter 77 Mathis

Bang, the white wall collapsed.

A section of the road from the beautiful little garden to the living room was in ruins, and the wooden fence was severely impacted and turned into countless small pieces of wood.

There are many brown potholes on the cobbled path, as if a ferocious beast has just ravaged the scene.

Flowers fell in the mud and livestock were frightened.

The servants passed by in panic, and fled the scene without looking. They held the items in their hands and looked at each other in disbelief.

Rumors quickly spread towards everyone like a hurricane. In just one morning, farmers living near Dorian Manor also heard about it.

The afternoon sun shone through the gate, and Ivan couldn't even see the gatekeeper.

With a yo he, he woke up the old servant who was still serving.

Immediately afterwards, he walked unswervingly towards the second hall of the manor, where Baron Dorian and his wife were feeling sentimental in the second hall, and several servants were waiting beside them with hot water, towels, and teapots.

Mrs. Dowling was crying softly, and she didn't stop until she saw Ivan coming.

It seemed the older woman wanted to save face with her stepson.

Ivan first observed her lips and wrists, and then said: "I heard the legend of Simmons, the family is in a mess now. Tell me exactly what happened, the thug who broke in was fabricated by you."

Baron Dorian repelled the servant and gave Ivan a complicated look.

He sighed: "Child, are you really a wizard?"

Recently, Luz Pittburgh is spreading the rumor that the owner of Beauxbaton Hospital is a wizard. From the appearance of ghouls to the mysterious disappearance of the head of the circus, all the clues are connected.

Although people's discussions are still within a reasonable range, the seeds of doubt remain in their hearts after all.

"Are you suspicious of me?"

Ivan didn't hesitate, his eyes were as calm as stagnant water.

Baron Dorian felt that he couldn't read Ivan's heart, so he could only lower his head and blame himself for not being able to discriminate, and let a monster break into his house.

"Yes, I am a wizard."

"Ah."

Before Lord Dorian could say anything, the woman began to scream.

"what--"

"It was you—you brought him here."

"I've known it for a long time, you ominous person. The devil. You and your mother are both devils. Your existence is a threat to our family. First, we took money from our family to run the hospital, and then there was a lot of strange things. I'm going to go to the security team now and let them lock you up."

A loud slap appeared in the second hall, and the scene shook instantly. The parrot in the corner fell silent.

The woman covered her face and was stunned for a moment, then she acted like a madman: "You dare to hit me, but I am the eldest daughter of the Teberghi family. Maybe there are nobles I know in the army that attacked Strys City this time."

Slap—another slap.

Lord Dorian hastily blocked the two of them with his body, lest things would get worse.

Ivan sneered: "I still don't understand my situation, what a stupid woman, I'm afraid only a big liar like Charlotte would take you to heart. I'm a wizard, yes, you can't do anything to me , the security team, the city government, and the palace cannot influence me."

"Because I am strong and you are weak."

"You think you are a good thing, and you still wear gloves to cover the skin disease caused by syphilis. This is impossible, and you will be in the late stage soon, and the joints of your body will be inferior to those in the market. A popular pumpkin is even more disgusting."

"Skin ulceration, swollen lymph nodes, nervous deafness, and lower body smells like cockroach feces."

Baron Dorian felt his scalp tingling more and more as he listened. He hurriedly yelled at Ivan to shut up, and grabbed the lady who was about to step forward to beat him with one hand wearing a black glove.

This middle-aged man has lost a lot of weight, with red spots faintly appearing on his neck, and there is a very obvious piece on his lips.

"Ivan, she is your mother."

"Just a stepmother."

"Don't be kidding, you don't know what's going on."

Ivan said viciously: "Butler Simmons is much smarter than ordinary people. He knows who to turn to for help at critical moments, and I'm sure his son Simmons Jr. must have revealed something about me in private. Talent is the master of the manor."

"Are you right, Simmons?"

The old man came in from the door and bowed to the hosts.

Simmons's hair is much whiter than before. The hair from the sideburns to the forehead has become white. There are countless wrinkles on the forehead and the corners of the eyes, but the eyes are clear and full of reason.

He explained politely: "I told the truth to the little master for the sake of the survival of the Dorian family. Moreover, the exaggerated remarks have already spread to every corner of the manor. Now I force the servants to be cautious. It’s a remedy after a dead sheep.”

"Sooner or later, the residents of the city will talk about it."

"The Dowling family needs a strong supporter, lest they lose their position in the tide of distance talk."

Baron Dorian sighed, and he shook his head hoping to be more sober. Ever since Quentin Mathis broke into the living room, the world seemed to have changed.

"Quentin Mathis has been working as a gardener in his manor for 7 years. Because of his deformity, he has been working as a beggar outside. It was your biological mother who saw this child lying dying on the side of the road. , I hired him."

"Actually, there is no shortage of skilled gardeners in any manor. This child has an unusually simple mind, and he will desperately do any job I assign."

"When your mother dies, I don't even want to fire him."

"But, I didn't expect it."

Having said this, his dry voice was finally completely hoarse.

Lord Dorian said in horror: "He is a monster, with a huge bump on his shoulder, scarlet veins running down his back, and skin as hard as cowhide. I can hardly look him in the eye. But all Recognizing the monster as Mathis, his appearance has not changed."

"The Golem destroyed the garden, broke into the drawing room, and carried off Bavoran, the maid."

"Damn it, I should have found out that there was an affair between them earlier."

Mrs. Dowling's face was unnatural, and she subconsciously covered her gloves.

Ivan said bluntly: "You talked a lot, but you didn't talk about why Mathis took Bavoran away at all. I'm afraid you hated her deeply, and then provoked the other party to break in."

"As for the reason. It's very simple."

"Because of being infected, I contracted syphilis."

Baron Dorian smiled awkwardly, he kept touching his arm, and glanced elsewhere.

Ivan continued: "Don't worry, I won't accuse your private life."

"That's your own business, it has nothing to do with me. Wait until tomorrow, and I will send someone to send penicillin—this drug is newly synthesized in my laboratory, and it has a miraculous effect on treating venereal diseases."

He then smiled: "And my purpose is very simple."

"I hope you don't hide this matter."

"Let everyone in the whole city know that I am a wizard, so that anger and hatred will ignite the group hurt by the ghoul, hehe."

Lord Dorian was worried. "What good will it do you, boy?"

"You are choosing a path of self-destruction."

The woman sneered: "You can't stop people from looking for death."

Ivan touched the red stone on the ring and said: "I may know it in the superego state, but I have too few memories at that time, and now I just simply like to see a group of people rage. .”

"Their sorrow, incompetence, resentment."

"It makes me feel more alive."

"Sometimes I feel like maybe I'm a born ruler, born to torture slaves."

　The animal is back
　　
　
(End of this chapter)