I Am Louis XIV

This sentence made Amon laugh.

"That word reminds me of Richard of the Plantagenet, though he was not king when I saw him, but Duke of Aquitaine, and he was then as old as your king, La Rochefoucauld, He is only eleven years old and has just been engaged to Alice, the princess of the French king. He is the third son of the king. People say that he cannot become a king, but as long as I look at him, I know that this red-haired child is like You're talking about a lion."

"And the future is just like the history you have seen," Amon continued: "He killed his father, killed his elder brother, killed his younger brother, picked up the crown and wore it with his blood-stained hands on his own head.

He plundered Messina in Sicily, captured Cyprus, captured Acre, crippled Saladin's army at Asov, and recovered Jaffa, Ashkelon, and Dalum, at a distance of only twelve miles from Jerusalem. Miles of Beit Nuba Garrison.

Twice in succession he defeated King Philip of France, once at Verenas and once at Fretevoara, captured his royal choir, and seized innumerable horses, tents, jewels, and documents.

He built the Château de Gayon on the Seine, which you can still see today. "

"My God, my God," whispered the Duke, "you talk as if you saw all this with your own eyes."

"Well, if you could go to the castle of Aquitaine, you would see me in tapestries, in book illustrations, in written records.

I stood by his side when he forced Tancred, king of Sicily, to pay twenty thousand pounds of gold as ransom for Messina.

When he decided to make the beautiful Belenka his queen in Cyprus, I was their witness.

He could almost see Jerusalem, and when he was about to take back the holy city, it was also me who wrote to John, who was thousands of miles away, to make him start a rebellion.

At last, when he was shot by an arrow at Château de Chalu in Limousin, and nearly died, I asked him if he would turn his back on his faith and go to darkness, and he refused—even so, duke, from my own I love this child with all my heart," the vampire suddenly leaned forward, took out a reliquary the size of a baby's palm, and opened it for the Duke to see. Although the light here was sufficient, the Duke could only see the blackened It was hard to say what it was, but he could smell a strong smell of musk and myrrh. He seemed to have smelled this smell somewhere, but he couldn't remember it.

"After he died, three knights followed his instructions and sent his heart, head and body to three places for burial respectively. The body was buried at the feet of his father Henry II as a sign of repentance, and the head remained in A Quetan, the heart was given to his queen Belenga, but I kept his heart, as you see, squeezed all the blood out of it by secret method, stuffed and pickled with spices, shrunk it, brought by my side."

The Duke of La Rochefoucauld's eyes widened, and he could hardly speak: "But that's against the secret law," he shouted in a gaffe, "That's a king, a great king, you can't let him A king can't even turn a would-be king into a vampire!"

"Zmich never needs to follow any old rules," Prince Zmich shook the reliquary in his hand: "La Rochefoucauld, you let me down. , you can dedicate a wonderful performance for me... But no, Duke, nothing, you, and Prince Condé, the smell that comes out is more rotten and stale than Nofelle's, lifeless."

"You see, I once had a king," Amon said, "but in the end I lost that child, and I still want a king, one who was destined to become a whole country when he was still in his infancy." The existence of the master—you know, so far, I still don’t have an heir I like, I want an heir, he might be more to my liking than Richard.” When it came to this, Amon could almost use his enthusiasm To describe it by bobo, maybe at the beginning he was just threatening because of the duke's incompetence, but now, the new idea unexpectedly made him excited involuntarily.

Compared to the vampire's composure, the Duke of La Rochefoucauld was terrified. When he came, the worst plan he had was to lose Amon's favor. He didn't even think about it. , he is just a human being, a "thing" that can only be regarded as a tool and food in the eyes of vampires.

It is not surprising that the duke has such thoughts-people in this age have always believed that a noble person should be treated extra favorably, no matter whether he is desperate or has committed some terrible crimes, even if a king has been sent On the guillotine, they still stubbornly believed that blood and birth were better than talent and wisdom-now he really felt afraid, because all the things he usually relied on suddenly lost their effect.

If it wasn't for the last sliver of reason remaining to maintain the Duke's demeanor, perhaps he would really die here tonight, just like those lowly people whom he never looked down upon.

"But if you do that," cried the Duke in a low voice, "he will hate you."

Amon squinted at him, the Duke's premonition was correct, when a new thought seized this crazy blood prince, La Rochefoucauld, the human being he had admired, immediately became dull up.

"You think so," Amon said jokingly, "That's because you are still a human being, Duke. And I don't care if my children hate me. What I need is an heir, not a lover. "

"Of course," the vampire stretched out his hand and pressed the Duke's shoulder: "Not now, your fear came too early, my friend, as you said, his soul may have revealed a moving brilliance , but his body is still very young, we have to wait, time will polish him better, just like my Richard - so, Duke, your task becomes more urgent, Tell me if you're having trouble, maybe I should let someone else do the job..."

"No no no, Your Highness, no," the Duke said eagerly, "I have a solution." The fear of death suddenly made his dull thinking work - in fact, on the way here, he There was this idea, but it was quickly overturned by himself, because it was too dangerous for him, but now that he was standing on the edge of the cliff, he would fall at any time, so he couldn't care less about it.

"What kind of method?"

"I will seek refuge with Bishop Mazaran." The Duke said: "I will try to persuade the bishop to arrest the Duke of Condé and others as soon as possible. Will be as stubborn as I am now."

"It doesn't seem like a bad idea." Amon said, "But if it is leaked, you may be executed as a traitor, or Mazaran is unwilling to protect you, and you will still die."

So this is not what I intended, the Duke thought bitterly.

"Then let's go," Amon said, "Don't forget, what I expect is a good enough show... Wait."

The Duke of La Rochefoucauld stopped, "Don't forget your reward." Amon said, he clapped his hands, and a young man walked in holding a silver cup, which contained black potion, and Amon cut it with his nails. Opened his wrist and dripped his own blood in it. There were only three drops. After falling into the potion, the potion immediately turned into a strong scarlet. Although the Duke still had lingering fear, he still showed greed when he saw the cup color.

He took the cup with trembling hands, drank it in one gulp, and bowed to Amon again.