Chapter 300 Who are you crazy for?

ps: Amen, it’s not me black Christ, it’s not me black Christ, it’s not me black Christ... God should not chop me...

"What!"

Michelangelo rushed out excitedly, and his whole hand was still bloody and he grabbed Gachelis' collar: "Are you saying true? Is there really such a person?"

"Of course!" The eyebrows did not hide their disgust for Michelangelo at all. Gaheris took two steps back and broke free from Michelangelo's bloody hand. He just felt that although the basement was empty, the smell of blood could not be stopped, which made people disgusting. He felt that he was about to vomit.

"Bring him over! Bring him over! I want him! I want him!" Michelangelo screamed frantically. He was now perfecting Seltti's body, studying the dilemma, he planned to use the secret of immortality to study Seltti's head.

But now there is a man from the deceased Su Sheng who is placed in front of him, and understanding how the other party is resurrected becomes the crucial key.

Michelangelo shook the blood in his hand and wiped his hands, which were still covered in blood, on his apron: "Hurry, take me to see him."

"Okay." He looked at the dark black apron on Michelangelo in disgust. He knew that it was not the original color of the apron. It was still white when it was delivered to him, but in just two months the apron had been stained black by dry blood.

It's really disgusting.

Gahelis didn't want to stay here for a moment, so he just pushed the door open and walked out.

Michelangelo looked behind reluctantly, where he was going to succeed in identifying blood types according to Kelar's method of distinguishing blood types. He studied it with type a, b, and o blood. In this world without chemical instruments, there is only one way to distinguish type a, type b, type o blood, and ab blood: by assuming that this blood type is a, and then use this blood type to constantly collide with other blood types and undergo fusion, division or serum fusion.

The cruelest thing about this method is that the shelf life of a blood type is 35 days, and it will be less if there is no freezing. If the same matching blood cannot be found before the test is released, the initial inference will be lost.

For this goal, Michelangelo has killed almost sixty people in the past two months, but that's the end. If there is that immortal guy here, many of his research will make rapid progress. Really. If the teacher asked me to continue studying c.c., I'm afraid many things have been solved, right?

Michelangelo complained in his heart, but was full of happiness: If this man is really immortal, more problems may be explained. You should know that the problems brought by a man's experimental question will solve many things, including the relationship between the kidney and the j-chicken - using women as the experimental subject cannot be obtained.

He walked with Gahelis with all his heart to look forward to the way to pick people, but the servants and guards along the way were all covering their noses and far away from him. You know, even Gahelis, who had been through many battles on the battlefield, could not accept the smell of blood all over his body, so where could other ordinary people resist it?

The two of them walked straight to the prisoner camp outside the city.

Because he was in the rear and Beowulf restrained most of Lancelot's power, it didn't matter that the prisoner-of-war camp was placed outside the city. Anyway, the farmers who had been plundered would die if they died. They were not sad to be captured.

Lancelot was too lazy to care about these marginal Roman farmers, he was not a Roman. The farmer outside his control was arrested and ignored his affairs. You should know that sending troops to rescue them would risk being attacked and being captured by the other party!

Lancelot did not do such a thing that was neither profitable nor dangerous. So it was very safe for Gahelis to put the prisoner-of-war camp outside the city.

There are five thousand permanent soldiers outside the prisoner-of-war camp. There were originally many prisoners in the prisoner-of-war camp, but many were replaced by the other two castles, so there were only about two thousand here. Not to mention anything else, even if the elite of the five thousand knights came, they could kill all the enemies even more than twice their own. What about the Roman peasants who were weaker than them and fewer than them?

So although more than 2,000 people had tents, no one dared to move and escape.

Staying here in the future is just to work, and there is food here no matter what, but if you escape, you will be killed directly. If you are found out, you will have to sit in a row (the Yuan people invented it. After the Yuan people captured too many prisoners after they broke through the Song Dynasty, they could not stand it, so they invented the punishment of sitting in a row. The ones in a row meant to form people into a group of ten people. Ten groups and ten teams and one battalion. If one person escapes and kills one group, one group will kill one group, and one group will kill all the people in a row. Then no one dares to escape. Even for fear of being sitting in a row, they will tell each other about the evil nature.)

The emergence of this criminal law allowed the informant to get wine and meat, and then became more and more stable.

But these fifty preachers were not so difficult with the farmers.

In Keral's lesson, doctors (most of the doctors of this era were witch doctors and local doctors, and the best doctors were all studying academics, all in Greece.), and religion were the two most dangerous professions.

The unconscious actions of the former are likely to cause a large-scale plague, while the mental pollution caused by the latter is absolutely at the level of disaster.

So when Keral taught, he explained the common sense of medicine and the spiritual cultivation of confrontation with religion.

Gahelis inherited Kelar's prudence in dealing with religion and arranged dozens of iron-blooded knights to resist the pressure, but was an iron-blooded warrior who ignored the other party's words. Facing Gahelis and Michelangelo who were walking over, the knights saluted them together, scaring the believers who were squatting on the ground and tied up like rice dumplings.

"Who is Jesus?" The believers kept silent.

But Michelangelo happily dragged a long-haired man with his eyes closed and silent expression out of the crowd.

The blond long-haired man's robe was gray, and there was nothing special except hurrying. His clothes were not as good as ordinary farmers, and his hands and feet were called by a calluse, but Michelangelo grabbed him directly.

It exploded instantly like water falling into a oil pan. More than fifty people were struggling to pounce on them to rescue their boss, but their bound hands and feet made them unable to do anything. What's more, the knights around them held the knight's sword and scabbard without hesitation and sucked it up in a burst of overwhelming storm.

No matter what, Christians are all mortals, so they can only be beaten to the ground obediently.

"How did you recognize me?" The man who opened his eyes had a strange charm in his eyes. It was a temperament of maturity and knowledge. When this person opened his eyes, he made all the knights praise him from the bottom of his heart.

This person's temperament is very similar to that of Lord Keral, but it is different. If Lord Keral feels warm in winter like sunshine and majestic in summer, this person is like a book. Only by turning to the next page can you know a page of this person's life.

This person is really a very charming person. No wonder the guy who is mixed with mature men and personal leader temperament was unwilling to open his eyes just now, otherwise he would have been exposed. But now he is caught, it doesn't matter. He asked, "Why are you looking for me?"

"Haha, you'll know why you'll wait." Michelangelo showed a very sunny smile. Well, very Keral's true teachings. At least his disciples couldn't see anything wrong with him looking for a teacher.

"Let him loose his feet and let him follow me." Michelangelo said to the knight next to him with a smile.

The knight lowered his head and pulled out his sword to cut off the rope tied between his feet.

I don't know why the fear in his heart became even greater when he looked at Michelangelo's smile. He was a knight, so naturally he was different from the believers who had never seen blood several times and had lived in the wealthy areas of Rome. How much blood does Michelangelo have to be dyed into that shape? He didn't know, didn't want to know, nor did he want to know, what was different from those believers was that he knew that Michelangelo was definitely not a butcher or tyrant, but a guy who had made hundreds of people disappear directly into this world for the purpose of scientific research, and even a trace was not present...

What a terrible guy, please leave quickly.

"Thank you." Jesus bowed his head gently and thanked the knight.

If you want to thank me, please go quickly with this crazy man. I don’t want to be attracted to him, nor do I want to deal with him too much. The knight shrouded under the mask showed a smile as if he was crying and waved his hand to signal him to follow Michelangelo’s footsteps quickly.

"What is your name?" Michelangelo asked Jesus with a smile, just like two good friends were chatting.

"Jesus, my name is Jesus, may God bless you." Jesus said softly with his head down, his voice full of magnetism and persuasion, but it makes people involuntarily think that what he said must be right!

"Oh, Jesus? But I don't believe in God. Isn't it a bit strange to let someone I don't believe in, or God, bless me?" Michelangelo asked with a happy smile on his face.

"Those who believe in God will go to heaven after death and enjoy eternal life. Those who do not believe in God will go to hell after death and suffer endless pain." He whispered, his voice full of infectiousness, which made people involuntarily believe His words.

"Haha, I don't know what Mr. Jesus thinks about medicine?" Michelangelo asked with a happy smile instead of talking about Jesus' words.

"It's good to save people." He whispered.

"Very good, then I guess Mr. Jesus can help a little for medicine, right?" Michelangelo asked with a smile.

"I will never refuse."

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