Author: Han Luo

There was almost no one in the hotel lobby, and there was a layer of a few millimeters of dust on the walls.

The manager saw the guests coming and came forward to serve them very attentively.

Ivan asked for a room and asked the servant to bring some food to the room.

The second floor of the hotel was empty. After a little inspection, I found nothing wrong and went in.

"It's like there is no law here."

Kepler sat down on his chair and complained. The scene of passers-by stealing and being beaten was still vivid in his mind.

Ivan picked up the tea cup on the table and held it in his hand: "It should have something to do with the environment here. The security forces have taken control of this place. They don't maintain order. They only control the traffic arteries. The city is unmanaged. Over time, it will become...

so."

Kepler stood up and clapped his hands together, looking very angry.

"It must be all Jellyfish's fault. They took control of the security forces and turned this place into a den of crime."

He was so angry that his blood boiled and he hurriedly walked up and down the room.

Ivan poured him several glasses of water before he calmed down.

Kepler was dressed differently from Ivan.

His tunic had narrow sleeves, which were not part of the garment but were cut from the same piece of fabric and either sewn or added later.

He doesn't look like a farmer, but he looks like a poor alchemist.

"It's just inaction."

Ivan shook his head slightly: "Sin is a human choice."

Kepler sighed: "In short, even if General Blanche agrees to help us, the jellyfish hidden in the security army will not let us go easily. This is an army of tens of thousands, and God knows how many traitors there are in it.

"

Jellyfish can parasitize inside the human brain, with no visible difference in appearance.

Although it can be judged by facial expressions and behavior, once the number increases, the identification loses its meaning.

Boom, boom, boom.

The door opened, and the servant came in with bread and tea: "Masters, this is the food you asked for."

"But I have another menu here, please take a look."

Ivan took the paper and found that the items he wrote on were all meat dishes, and even wine.

"Aren't these things contraband?"

The servant laughed and said: "On the surface, meat dishes and alcohol are prohibited, but in private there is no one to regulate it. Those who buy pork still sell pork, and those who eat beef tongue still eat beef tongue. It's just that the traffic is unchanged and the price is expensive."

A lot."

"How do you know we can afford it?"

The servant first glanced at the two people's shabby clothes and laughed loudly: "With all due respect, people who can wear such clothes would rather live in a cowshed than stay in a hotel. And those who can stay in a hotel

Most people know that when going out to have fun, it’s best not to show off your wealth.”

"Today, the world is changing too fast."

He put the plate on the table and lectured the two of them: "One of you has a ruddy face and a big figure, and the other has fair skin and strong movements. You don't look like poor people."

Ivan couldn't help but smile bitterly. He had become too many aristocrats and had even forgotten what it was like to be poor.

Now I am actually being taught a lesson by a servant.

He sighed: "It's really getting more and more stretched."

The servant was still a little proud, and even wanted to continue to talk some great truths, but then Ivan crushed the tea cup into powder in front of him.

The servant didn't understand at first, until he leaned his head closer and looked at it for half a minute, and big beads of sweat suddenly fell down. Kepler stood beside him, took a look, and found that his back was completely soaked.

He suddenly fell silent and his expression became respectful: "If you need anything, just call me."

"No, you can go."

"Okay, I'm very happy to serve you."

Before leaving, he bowed humbly.

There was no sound when the door was closed, not even a sound was made.

"In short, let's find a way to get some information first, and then find a way to contact Molière. Anyway, he should be in General Blanche's residence. Try not to waste time. We can't expect Mazarin to sit around in Versailles like a fool.

No reaction at all.”

"I hope the pub here is open during the day. After all, Le Mans has a curfew."

"This curfew is a bit unusual. I want to check it out."

Kepler was busy trying to warn the other party, but then he thought of Ivan's extraordinary force, so he could only keep calm.

He lowered his head: "I think I'd better ask during the day."

After the two people had eaten, they parted at the entrance of the hotel.

And when they walked out of the hotel, people were coming and going again. If the blood on the city wall hadn't dried yet, Ivan would have thought nothing happened.

Kepler walked from the west, and Ivan walked from the east.

The land here is flatter than Luzpitsburg, and the walls are thicker. Basically all the houses are crossed.

Occasionally, there are unpainted places, all of which are uninhabited places. Ivan passed by one.

The house is remote, the door is dilapidated, and weeds are sprouting from the cracks in the bricks.

Ivan pushed the door open and walked in. He immediately covered his nose and pursed his lips in disgust. There was a smell of rotten green onions in the house.

He kicked off the wooden boards on the ground, and a puff of white smoke floated in the air.

"Apart from the dirt on the ground, the rest is very clean. I don't see any rotten vegetables. But the smell is very bad. Is it possible that there are still people living here?"

Ivan saw that there seemed to be blue crystals on the wall. He walked forward and wrapped his hands in a cloth and pressed it. Then he put the cloth in front of his nose and smelled it gently.

"Smelly onion stone?"

Scorodite is a member of the phospholite family of minerals. It is a hydrous iron arsenate. It is an arsenate mineral. When it is hit hard or heated, it can release the smell of rotten green onions.

Considering that arsenic plays an important role in this era, it is a cosmetic for women, a cathartic for doctors, and an alchemical material for warlocks.

Arsenic is used.

The presence of this mineral in a residential building is very strange.

Before Ivan understood why there was such a crystal in an abandoned residential house, he heard a rustling sound coming from outside the door. He was shocked: "Who is it?"

The whole figure looked like a cheetah, darting out in the blink of an eye.

The person looking at him outside the door hadn't reacted yet and was about to run away into the alley when he held his shoulders and lifted him into the air.

Is it a child?

Oliver Twist tried his best to get free, dancing in mid-air and showing his teeth and claws in a funny way.

This child is very thin, and his hair is as messy as straw. Under the hair is a pair of clear and transparent eyes, which can reflect the person's original appearance.

Ivan expressionlessly grabbed him to the entrance of the alley and pulled him in front of him.

The child suddenly lost his wits and looked at Ivan pitifully with his big eyes.

He pursed his lips and said, "Okay, sir."

"Stop pretending."

Ivan saw through his disguise: "You have been observing me for a long time, you must know a lot of things? Tell me everything you know, otherwise, you will suffer a lot."

"I'm just an ordinary orphan."

Oliver smiled innocently at this man, his teeth were white and neat.

Seeing that he refused to give up, Ivan smashed a big hole in the wall with his bare hands.

Oliver immediately stopped speaking, his eyes widened, and for the first time a surprised expression could be seen on his dirty face. He stopped struggling, and just grabbed Ivan's arm with his small hand, trying to stabilize his body.

"I said, I said."

"I'll tell you everything you want to know?"

Ivan and him looked at each other, and when he saw the other person's sky-blue pupils still moving around, he knew that this little kid was still playing tricks.

He smiled secretly in his heart and lowered Oliver from the air.

"May I have your name?"

"Oliver Twist."

"Why are you looking at me at the door?"

"Who is looking at you? I'm only looking for my friends."

Ivan laughed angrily: "Will your friend live in an abandoned house?"

When Oliver heard this, he argued: "There are poor and rich people in this world. The rich can build palaces and residences at will, but the poor have no right to choose at all. If we have to be picky about where we live, I'm afraid we won't be able to live like this."

You communicated here.”
Chapter completed!