Chapter 17: The Purgatory of the Cats (I)

Murky...... Clammy...... Seem...... And an indescribable stench?

In the confined space, the air is humid and stuffy, giving people a particularly unpleasant feeling.

The dim lighting is also a little flickering, which makes people feel very dizzy.

A swarm of buzzing flies fluttered around the dim oil lamp overhead, as if they were eating around rotting pieces of meat.

In this gloomy tomb, Knight Levi, dressed only in a shirt, was leaning groggily against the edge of the filthy wall.

“…… Not...... Yes...... I'm ...... Where is it......"

Barely dispelling the dizziness and tingling in his head, and opening his cloudy eyes, Knight Levi blankly looked at the dark and damp dungeon, the walls covered with all kinds of slimy and inexplicable objects, and the only crack in the door outside the fence that let in the light, and felt a hint of unease. Immediately after, he subconsciously tried to straighten up, but immediately almost tripped over.

- Whoa

As if a mischievous piece of music had been played, a series of chains and shackles were heard striking each other.

“…… Alas? Alas?????? What's going on? Am I not here to handle the inheritance and title succession procedures? ”

Levi looked at the chains tightly locked on his wrists and legs in astonishment, and his brain seemed to have just reacted, and began to think seriously about this stern question, and at the same time, in his chaotic mind, he finally recalled the situation after entering the city yesterday:

No sooner had he dismounted than he had walked into the town hall with his nose covered and walking through the corpse-strewn streets when a high priest whom he had known in the past came to announce that a royal ceremonial officer of noble blood had come from Paris to inspect and ask him to untie his sword and go in with the others.

Because this high-ranking priest was also an acquaintance of Levi in the past, so Knight Levi didn't think much about it, he unsheathed his saber and walked in, who knew that what was waiting for him in the room was not a great nobleman from Paris, but a large group of red-eyed crazy men in black

The guy who led the way, Levi also happened to know - it was the head of the Inquisition in Marseille

Seeing this strange scene, Knight Levi was stunned for a moment, and then, before he could react, these men in black rushed up and pressed him to the floor, while gesturing Levi's neck with daggers and axes, while forcing him to admit all kinds of unbelievable crimes, such as worshipping cults, sacrificing demons and spreading plagues

Such a ridiculous charge is full of malice at first glance, of course, Levi refused to admit it at first, but he was immediately beaten by those men in black, and his eye sockets were swollen by fists. In line with the idea that the hero will not suffer the immediate loss, he had to reluctantly press his handprint on the paper - God knows if he held on, the gang of thugs would directly cut off his fingers and use them as seals, and before Li Wei could breathe a sigh of relief, he was hit in the back of the head with a stick and fainted directly...... By the time he woke up, he was in the dungeon.

“…… What the hell has come to this, the guys from the Inquisition are still so motivated to work? ”

Levi Knight, who had been beaten into a panda, grinned and rubbed the bruises and redness on his chest as he muttered in confusion, "...... How many days do they think they have to live? Even in the midst of the Black Death, didn't forget to bury spies in my manor? Oh God......"

In fact, Levy naturally considered whether the promotion of modern medical technology and the raising of cats and rats in the ignorant and superstitious medieval Europe would be mistaken for witchcraft and heresy by some fools and fools: the stories of the sages of science who were burned to death by the Church, and the fate of Joan of Arc of France, which he had read in the Enlightenment textbooks. And after crossing into this world, he also saw the people of the Inquisition burn the "witches" several times.

However, according to Levi's thoughts, the problem is not too strict for the time being. First of all, at least in the Mujahideen Manor, his own territory, he is still sure to be the master - the senior reincarnators have already tinkered with a lot of new things here in the years before the "ganpVe", and the people in the manor are slowly becoming more surprised, taking 10,000 steps back and saying that even if there is really any change in his subordinates, he can also detect it at the first time.

Secondly, although the church power in the Middle Ages was rampant, but now it is the critical moment of the Black Death, at least half of the citizens of Marseille have died, the operation of the city has long been completely paralyzed, and the dignitaries and dignitaries in power in the city are all dead and fleeing, otherwise they are huddled in their own villas and do not go out to be otaku, and their servants and thugs are almost dead, where can they care about witchcraft and heresy?

Therefore, in Levy's view, at least until he began to sell drugs on a large scale in order to make a profit and gather people's hearts, it should be unlikely that neither the church nor the town hall would be so well informed about him, and even if they did, they would not take any too violent action against him, but would only try to win him over - who would dare to murder the only savior who can cure the disease at the moment when everyone is in such a precarious situation?

Regrettably, it was clear that the truth was not what he had thought - the Church's sensitivity to cases of heresy and witchcraft was far more than he had expected. And the degree of leakage of news in the manor also exceeded his expectations. What's even more incredible is that these guys who know the information don't take their own life and death and their family's life and death as the same thing at all, and instead of trying to please him as a life-saving straw, they act so rudely

Alas, I really shouldn't have left the base so recklessly and entered the city in a daze, and I fell into the net Ah, Knight Levi sighed with great regret.

After a long sigh, Levi finally calmed down, adapted to the tension and oppression brought by the enclosed space, and at the same time overcame the fear of unknown darkness in his heart, and even the suspicious white bones in the corner of the cell, and the red-eyed rats that came out to feed, he could turn a blind eye to them-because in his opinion, since those guys just left themselves in the dungeon and ignored them, and did not continue to torture and torture them inhumanely like the so-called "witches" and "wizards" in the past, That means there is still something to talk about...... Perhaps, a few lobbyists with masked faces will come over later, one singing red-faced and the other white-faced, threatening and tempting, trying to show him the source of those life-saving elixirs?

Either way, as long as there is something to talk about. Even if the other party is insincere and only thinks about killing people after he succeeds, at least he can delay for a while...... Anyway, when the rescuers come to the cat, they will be able to teach you guys how to be human in minutes

Thinking of this, Knight Levi relaxed a little, narrowed his eyes with peace of mind for the time being, and began to close his eyes and recuperate......

-- what the self-righteous Knight of Livy failed to figure out was that the reason why he was not tortured and tortured like the so-called "witches" and "wizards" who had been arrested before was not because of any attempt at negotiation by the masterminds behind the scenes—given that the famous doctors of all Europe were helpless against the Black Death, the Bishop of Marseille did not believe that he had a cure for the plague, and that the Guild of Apothecaries of Marseille, who had sent the letters, had quietly concealed the truth—but because of the jailers in the Inquisition who had been in charge of torture and execution, He had already died of illness in the plague, and even the torture chamber was isolated.

The few remaining fellows who had not yet suffered from the plague were busy preparing for the burning stake and pyre for the execution of the "dark wizard" - this was a big project, especially in the process of collecting firewood, and he vomited blood and fell ill with two unlucky people, so naturally he did not care to come and torture him as a dying man.

As for his fate, the bishop has long been clearly indicated: "...... Tomorrow at noon, the execution will be carried out in public in the square to calm people's hearts"

Well, let's hope that the plane-crossing rescuers that Knight Levi is looking forward to will arrive in time before he is roasted......

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Meanwhile, the soldiers that Knight Levi was waiting for were gathering at Nobita's house, unaware of his deplorable situation.

Nobita, who was seriously ill with the plague because he was afraid of pain and refused to get vaccinated, finally began to improve significantly, at least the fever has subsided, and his mind has been relatively clear, but his limbs are still weak, and he can't get up softly, which makes Doraemon worry when he sees it.

Professor Guo Jingguo, who was seriously injured due to a fall from a height and suffered multiple comminuted fractures all over his body, has basically recovered under the treatment of advanced medical technology in the 22nd century, and has just personally participated in a medieval crossing operation.

At this time, this energetic old man was using the magical prop [Cosmic Encyclopedia] to consult the historical data of the Black Death in medieval Europe, while frowning and discussing with Wang Qiu and them the next course of action.

“…… I said, Comrade Xiao Wang, according to the salvation plan that you and Li Wei discussed before, it was to first conduct drug trials in his manor to confirm the efficacy, then publicize it publicly, make a reputation, and finally find a way to obtain the recognition of the church before selling drugs on a large scale, right? ”

“…… That's pretty much it, Levi said, if there is no actual evidence, rashly take antibiotics and drugs out and boast that this thing can cure the Black Death, I am afraid that I will be regarded as a liar. Not to mention the need to use a syringe to inject - most Europeans in the Middle Ages would have regarded it as a magic technique, and it had been carried out with great difficulty in charity hospitals before, so it was necessary to be safe, step by step, taking into account the receptivity of medieval Europeans, and not too impatient...... Do you think there's anything wrong with this? Wang Qiu blinked and asked curiously.

“…… How so? I feel a little too safe, you know, those Black Death patients can't afford to wait, I'm worried that if Levi continues to work slowly, it will delay time and miss a big event, hehe, if you don't get it right, there will be no one to save at that time."

Professor Guo pointed to a chart of the proportion of Black Death deaths across Europe displayed on the screen, and said with some concern: "...... You see, in the midst of the Black Death, which lasted for six years, 25 million to 35 million of the 80 million Europeans at that time died, and the population fell by about a third, but this is only the average of the whole of Europe, and it varies greatly from place to place - the Black Death epidemic in some places was not so severe, but in other places, especially in the cities of medieval Europe with high population density and poor sanitation, the mortality rate was far more than a third.

On the plus side, Poland was fortunate to have almost completely escaped the Black Death, and the Italian city of Milan was able to overcome the disease thanks to effective quarantine measures. Norway and Sweden, far from the source of the disease, have only about 1o deaths, far below the average mortality rate in Europe. As for the mortality rate of English, Scottish and Irish, it is about 3o, which is roughly equivalent to the European average.

On the downside, the death rate in Paris and Vienna was half of the population in the Black Death, and the death rate in all cities of the Italian peninsula, with the exception of Milan, was about 6%, about twice the European average. In Sicily, where the Black Death first broke out, the national mortality rate reached an astonishing 3, and almost died on an uninhabited island in one go

In Eastern Europe, one of the more horrific deaths was recorded in Smolensk, Russia, which was so close to the Ukrainian steppes and the Crimean peninsula that plague could be transmitted from Route 6, with only five people left in the city."

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