Chapter 11 The Devil!

The Count was stupid, are you crazy? Do you know how much a third of the treasure cost? The Crusaders went back and forth to the East and plus the taxes imposed by the Knights over the years in various territories, the gold and silver part of the treasure can be used for the entire family to be extravagant for at least three lifetimes! I don’t go to the temporary place to hide money every three days, and I can’t sleep. Brother, you actually said no?

"Master..." His name for Tianyi had changed: "Then what do you need for reward..." The count's mind felt a little aware of it. This guy doesn't have money, so he wanted the "treasure" part of the treasure.

Tianyi didn't have to read the Book of Heart. He knew the other party's thoughts from the subtle changes in his eyes and tone. He gave the count a reassurance in time: "Don't worry, what you think is valuable may be worthless in my opinion, and what I need may be worthless in your eyes."

Listening to this philosophical nonsense, the count was not easy to speak. He waited for Tianyi to say that he wanted to pay.

Tianyi said slowly: "Let's go step by step. First, you have to choose which problem to solve first." He paused, gave the other party a certain amount of time to think about it, and then said: "I personally suggest that you deal with your personal safety issues first."

The count heard the meaning of this and asked, "Am I not safe in Rome?"

"You are not safe anywhere. My Count, as long as 'that guy' is still following you, you will never be able to escape the tracking." Tianyi replied.

The Count almost instinctively looked back and took a look, but at this moment, there were only two of them in the bookstore: "What do you mean, who is the 'that guy'? Are the spies of the king (Philip IV)?"

"I can't continue to disclose it. I'm just giving a suggestion. If you need me to help you solve this problem, I will tell you the content of this transaction." Tianyi said.

He speaks nothing but can easily lead others' noses. He sees all the weaknesses of human nature. Fear, anxiety, greed, selfishness, and even extremely subtle emotional fluctuations can change a person's decisions.

The Count thought for a while, "Okay, tell me about your conditions."

"My conditions are very simple. Go out of my store and walk east five streets, and you will see a private clinic. A man in his twenties, named Vorleo, who has no family or friends in Rome. For some reason, he was injured at this moment, but he could not afford the medical expenses and was turned away." Tianyi said: "I want you to pay for him, make sure he gets treatment and then leave. It's not difficult for you, right?"

The Count thought for a while: "Why don't you go by yourself?"

"I don't want to answer this question, I just want to hear your answer."

"Walleo is a wanted criminal? Or... infected with leprosy?" The count was still not relieved.

"Improve it, Mr. Earl." Tianyi smiled: "Even if he is a wanted criminal, you are a bigger-name wanted criminal than him. Even if he has leprosy, leprosy is not fatal compared to the threat you are subject to. What are you worried about?"

The Count thought about it for about a minute, but he really didn't understand what the purpose of this strange wizard had, but since he was a weird person, it was reasonable to make some monsters without purpose.

"Well, I accept the deal, do you need me to finish before telling me about 'that guy'?"

Tianyi replied: "No need, I can help you solve this problem now." He suddenly put down his cup and stood up.

The count felt a little panicked. He even wanted to run away as he watched Tianyi walk around the table.

Tian Yi put his hand on the count's shoulder: "Can you feel it?"

"What...what?" The Count couldn't help but tremble as he spoke.

"Sight!" Tianyi said the word loudly.

The Count suddenly shuddered, and he turned around again. This time, he actually saw an eye!

A huge human eye, as big as a giant's eye, was covered with bloodshot around its yellow pupils.

"Ah!" the count shouted, instinctively trying to retreat, because the position of the eyes was almost against his face.

But Tianyi's shoulder was pressed down by him and could not move at all. The count could only barely turn his face back and gasped. When he thought of such a thing floating behind his neck, he couldn't help but feel frightened.

"There is always an eye behind your head. His master can check your whereabouts at any time when you need it, such as now." Tianyi said calmly.

"He... is he watching now?" The Count trembled with fear.

"No need to be afraid, he can only watch and cannot hear us, nor can he hurt you." Tianyi said: "But your performance just now must have alarmed him."

"What should I do?" asked the count.

"What should I do? Hahahaha..." Tian Yi laughed loudly, and in the strange light in the room, his expression was also very scary, "I said I will help you solve it, of course that's how it is done."

Before he finished speaking, Tianyi's right hand poked out like lightning. The count only felt a strong wind passing by his cheek, and then he clearly heard a "puff" sound in his ears, as if something was pierced.

In the next few seconds, Tianyi had already walked behind the count. The count did not look back. He dared not look. He heard all kinds of disgusting sounds, liquid flowing, soft tissue being squeezed, etc.... While Tianyi was tossing the eyeball, the count was thinking about his technique.

It took about two minutes like this.

"Okay, it's gone." Tianyi said: "If you want to vomit, please don't vomit in my shop." He walked back to his seat and sat down.

The Count glanced at Tianyi's hands, unexpectedly, very clean, "What did you... do?"

Tian Yi said: "That's just a projection, not a substance. But I think the owner of the eyeball can no longer use his left eye to see things, whether it's far away from the sky or near in front of him."

The Count said, "This is witchcraft! It is a curse! When did it happen to me, and who did it?"

Tian Yi replied: "It should have been with you before you left France. You have been assassinated a lot in the past few months, but the other party doesn't want others to see that this is assassination, so they used many obscure techniques. Your followers and confidants are very loyal. Several of them have protected you with their lives, but you can't see that they were assassinated and died."

The Count suddenly realized: "Who is it?! Who is the master of that eye?"

"The master of the eyes has just instructed the hired small character. There is another person behind him. The trouble is that that person is not your king. Haha... You know, there are many people in this world who want you to die." Tianyi said ambiguously, but he still did not say the other party's name: "Now, Mr. Earl, I have solved some of your safety issues. But Wall Leo can't wait for too long. Please send him to the hospital first and then come back. At that time, I will continue to fulfill my remaining obligations."

"Okay." The count calmed down and wiped his sweat with his handkerchief, "I will be back soon."

"No hurry...No hurry..." Tian Yi watched him out, then stepped forward and closed the door, and said to himself: "I've been seen, but whether he uses a fast horse or a carrier pigeon, he wants to notify others to catch me, at least he has to wait until tomorrow morning... To be safe, it's better to transfer."

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At the same time, there were extremely shrill screams and insults in the basement of a manor in Florence.

"Ah!!! Ah!!! Bastard!!! Bastard!!" A man in a monk's robe covered his left half of his face and rolled in pain: "I curse you!! The black-haired and dark-eyed wizard!!! Damn devil!!!"

While he was struggling, he accidentally kicked over a brazier bracket with charcoal beside him. A basin of falling charcoal fell on his back. With a stinging sound, the smell of the robe of the monk was stuck to the human flesh.

Then there were rolling, screaming, and cursing... Then, this unlucky guy actually hit another brazier...

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The count found the clinic without much time. In the corner of the wall not far outside the clinic, there was a man who looked twenty years old. His hair was short and his beard was neatly trimmed. Although his clothes were a bit dirty, he was still dressed neatly.

"Hey! Are you okay, young man." The count squatted down and looked closer, it could be seen that the man's injuries were quite serious. He seemed to have a sharp blade stabbed in his left rib, and blood had soaked his top on the left half.

"What do you think? Man." His eyes were divine, and they were very different from those homeless drunks who were lying on the street and were disheveled.

The Count thought this young man was a bit interesting. In such a situation where a large amount of blood loss and may faint at any time, if someone talked, he would definitely beg the other party to help him, but this kid actually spoke like this, and his eyes were not desperate.

"Are you Wall Leo?" asked the Earl.

"Yes, sir." Wall Leo replied: "Do we know, sir?"

"We don't need to know each other." The Count grabbed one of his arms and hung them on his shoulders: "Come on, young man, I think you need a doctor."

"I have to remind you sir, I'm penniless." Wall Leo said as he stood up with difficulty.

"I know." The Count replied.

"It seems that I have to thank you for your kindness and generosity," said Wall Leo.

The Count said, "Don't care." Although Tianyi asked him to come, it was naturally good to save a life and be grateful for it.

The doctors in the clinic wore doctor's robe suits. Apart from their hands and neck, they basically did not reveal their skin. They wore politeness on their heads and had a black crow mask on their faces. This is called a bird beak doctor, a plague doctor. The original Italian word is medicodellapeste. They would stuff cotton and other stuff into the mouth and nose of the mask, act as gas masks to treat patients suffering from plague. (There are also said that doctors with this outfit only appeared after the 16th century, but anyway, things happened in my fictional parallel universe. If there is any difference, please treat it as a slight difference between parallel universes.)

The Count sent Wall Leo to the clinic, paid the surplus medical expenses, and asked about Wall Leo's injury. After learning that he was not in danger of his life, he took care of the doctor a few words. Generally speaking, you have to take the money and you have to take care of the people. If he dies, I will set fire to your shop.

After intimidating the doctor, he stood up and left without even reporting his name. This is called leaving a good deed without leaving a name, and withdrawing it quickly. The doctor even doubted whether this stab was stabbed by him?

The Count was very worried about his return. Even if he didn't want to see this young man have something to do, he must have known this stranger he had just met, the Count was obviously more worried about his life or death.

When he returned to Tianyi's bookstore, he found that the door was locked from the inside. He patted the door, but there was no sound. The count's heart suddenly rose. He didn't know what would happen next. There were so many strange things about the things tonight. If he woke up suddenly, he wouldn't feel strange even if he found that everything was a dream.

After trying to knock on the door a few more times, the count finally heard footsteps from the room. Soon, Tianyi opened the door and only opened a crack in the door, revealing half of his face: "Oh... I'll be back so soon, come, come in." Tianyi gave the count in, poked his head out, looked left and right, and after confirming that no one was following, he locked the door again.

After entering the room, the count heard the sound of locking the door behind him, and became nervous again: "Master? Is there something wrong?"

"I want to change a place." Tianyi said.

This sentence was a little puzzled, and the count asked in confusion: "What are you going to do?"

Tianyi replied: "I want to move this bookstore to another place."

The Count was stunned: "You are moving?" He immediately thought of the thing about the eyes just now: "Oh, yes, it's not safe here. It should have been discovered. You should leave as soon as possible. I can help you. Tomorrow morning... No, I will hire a few carriages tomorrow morning and then call a few reliable people to help you..."

"No need, I'll move now." Tianyi said and detoured behind a bookshelf next to him.

The Count raised his foot and landed lightly, following him without stepping on the book. "Now? On this night? You..." He was about to ask, why did you lock the door when you moved? A magic circle came into view.

"God bless..." The count drew a cross on his chest: "Master, what are you doing?" He now understood why Tianyi didn't come out to open when he knocked on the door for the first time. It turned out that he was busy and didn't hear it.

"I want to move this house to another place." Tianyi replied.

"Where?" The Count's answer was - hell. There was no way, Tianyi's black-robed wizard's appearance, black hair and dark eyes, and various neurotic behaviors. In the eyes of medieval Europeans, he would definitely not be a person who represents justice and heaven.

"Don't panic." Tianyi said.

The Count was not surprised why the other party knew that he was panicked. He did not deny it, but said, "Is your... well... spell, is there any danger?"

"This is not my magic." Tianyi actually answered, but he immediately said: "The person who designed this magic circle is the most outstanding magician of this era." He is telling the truth. With the progress of history, Tianyi's bookstore has also kept pace with the times. In every era, he will find some suitable candidates and share the black technology in the bookstore with them to transform and upgrade the configuration of the bookstore.

Seeing the Count's shrewd image disappearing, and standing there as if a country bumpkin was entering the city, Tianyi added: "There is no danger, you can rest assured that it will be finished soon. I will still teleport to the city of Rome, just to change places."

"God bless..." The Count drew a cross on his chest again.

This is the importance of faith. In the face of adversity, a person with faith will put his hands together and recite: "Namo Amitabha", or draw a cross and shout the name of Jesus. However, a person without faith can only shout: "Is this a cheating father?"

"Let me see... celery, onions, greasy wigs, fat guy's double chin..." Tianyi added "ingredients" to a pot of bubbled boiling water in the magic circle.

The count looked at the last thing he threw in, and his mouth twitched: "Is the fat man's double chin belonging to humans..."

"...dried intestines...ah? What did you say?" Tianyi asked, pulling out an extra-long intestine from a sack like a fire hose. No matter how you look at it, it looks like it is from a human...

"No... nothing..." The count stopped asking. He felt that his vomiting point was too low. He almost couldn't help hearing the sound of the big eyeball being ravaged. Compared with the current situation, it was only a small scene just now.

"Horse hooves, wheat, musk, woman's hair..." Tianyi grabbed a ball of brown hair: "I personally like brown girls, but the prostitutes here have too much smell, which makes people unable to get sexual interest." He said as he threw his hair into boiling water.

The Count had given up on the idea of ​​asking where these things were taken from. He vaguely felt that he seemed to have provoked an amazing person.

What are the Templars, Popes, and Kings? Everyone knows in their hearts that they are just a bunch of mortals, but at this moment, they are living Hell, cruel and ruthless, killing people like numb, and they really know witchcraft!

The Count's worldview has been completely subverted. Don't think that medieval people talked about the paranormal phenomenon just by talking nonsense. They have really seen paranormal phenomena. When they saw it with their own eyes, they were definitely much more stimulating than modern people, and their psychological endurance was much more fragile.

"Okay, I'm going to start teleportation." Tian Yi threw all the materials needed into the pot, stood in the middle of the magic circle, shaking his head and chanting a string of spells that were probably only birds could understand.

The next second, the count felt the ground under his feet was shaking...
Chapter completed!