I Am Louis XIV

Relying on the talent of a witch and her status as the Queen Mother's close maid, Mary is able to grasp many secrets that others cannot know. Interestingly, the information comes from Mary's father and uncle, and perhaps Bishop Rules and others. What some ministers urgently need, now this power has become the king's weapon. Although he can't do anything for the time being, he has firmly remembered every relevant name in his heart, so much so that the State Counselor Le Inside, as small as Gourville, a follower of the Duke of La Rochefoucauld, they all played their respective roles in this good show. Cardinal Mazarin and Queen Mother Anne seem to be the protagonists, but in fact they don’t know He is just a clown, and the king can see their ending at a glance, but he can only act as a spectator.

If you have to describe it, Bishop Mazarin's scheme is actually very simple. He first mixed an arrest warrant for the Fronde in Prince Condé's official documents, because the assassination of the prince had already been confirmed. The Frondeers did it to provoke the relationship between the prince and the royal family, so Prince Condé signed his name on it without hesitation, but the bishop wrote the prisoner's name on this document with a special ink, Just put it on the fire and bake it to hide the writing, leaving a blank for a new name to fill in. The bishop used this arrest warrant to arrest the two gendarmerie captains who were most loyal to the prince, and then used the same method in exchange for a transfer order to replace the guards in the Louvre with the bishop's army. In this way, Prince Condé It's like putting a heavy shackle on yourself. When he walked out of the office of the Louvre with Conti and Longueville, still tired, the guards of the Bishop rushed up, grabbed them, put on their hoods, and sent them to the carriage.

Of course, as Queen Mother Anne said, even Bishop Mazaran, who had a deep grudge against Prince Condé, did not have the guts to execute Prince Condé directly, even Conte and Longueville. The three of them were arrested overnight. Send to Vincennes Castle, which is located in the Vincennes Forest in the lower right corner of the Baba. The fastest way to get there is through the Seine River. This royal military castle was built about 300 years ago and has the tallest main tower of the castle so far. ——The height is about 156 feet. "Only birds can talk to the prisoners inside." This is what the officer here said. The three princes of Condé were imprisoned here, whether Bishop Mazarin or The Queen Mother is extremely at ease.

Maybe the only person in the entire palace who can't feel at ease is Louis. If he has a little bit of real power that belongs to the king now, maybe he will directly send someone to hang Prince Condé, but he doesn't, he can only wait for the inevitable. The result came——he watched the deep night, and waited until tomorrow morning, when the news of the arrest of Prince Condé would spread to every street in Paris. Perhaps Prince Condé was just a rude and rude A thug, but for the people of Paris, he is a hero, as long as those who have always had ulterior motives secretly promote it-such as Gaston, Prince of Orleans, the royal family and the bishop of Mazarin will usher in a second crisis.

The king's first servant and chamberlain, Bontang, stepped forward and took off the shoulder straps, accessories and coat for the king, and took off his boots. After that, he could feel the king pause slightly, "Pour me a glass of wine." Said the king, and Bontang went to the door, ordered the manservant to bring the king a glass of wine, and when he came back, the king was sitting barefoot in a chair, with a heavy gold-rimmed Bible by his hand.

"It's not warm in the room, my lord," said Bontang, kneeling before the king, and wishing to put on the king a pair of soft flat slippers, which are made of sheepskin, and are favored by ministers for their softness and comfort, The king only wore them in his bedroom, occasionally stepping on his heels like the pagans of Monaco.

Louis looked at the familiar head, and gently and slowly pulled out a slender dagger from the Bible.

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The candles in the room flickered and went out.

The moonlight poured into the room through the curtain that had not yet been lowered. Bontang held the dagger firmly in his hand. Black blood overflowed from between his fingers and flowed onto the silver sword, like a red-hot coal touching the sword. When they reached the ice, there was a sizzling sound, and the cloudy fog rose and disappeared in an instant - Bontang raised his head and grinned, which was not the smile that would appear on the familiar Bontang face of the king.

"How did you find me? Your Majesty," "Bontang" asked curiously. He was injured, but he didn't seem to feel any pain at all. A huge force came from the dagger, and the king let go of his hand. Bontang Clenching his fists, with a terrible creaking sound, the black blood corroded the dagger into two pieces, and they fell on the carpet.

Louis lowered his eyes and took a look. The silver sword that was said to be smelted from the cross worn by the saint did not look as reliable as the priest described. The place stained with black blood was pitted, as if it had been corroded by strong chemicals. But—no, it shouldn’t be said that, because Louis has tried it, and neither sulfuric acid nor hydrochloric acid can cause such damage to it. It can only be said... This man, no, this monster is extremely dangerous.

"I've always changed my underwear myself." The king said, now the nobles will let the personal servants do the last step for themselves, just like someone always wants to carry the potty for him, but Louis, who pays attention to personal privacy, can't stand it , When he was still a baby, forget it, when he can express freely, the first thing is to refuse the maid's overly attentive, although it was not smooth at the beginning - Bang Tang held the "suspension trousers" ceremony The one who came to him later may not be the best among the attendants, but Louis valued him because he was willing to follow his own orders, instead of being restricted by the so-called traditions or the orders of Queen Mother Anne he.

So Bontang would never do such a reckless thing suddenly. Although Louis didn't know how anyone could have the same face as Bontang in the 17th century without plastic surgery, but since this world is magical, anyone with a heart can do it. They have their own means—the young king doesn't want to find out the other party's intentions, so what else can he have? No matter who it is, this kind of behavior without any kindness has given the best answer.

"I have no malice towards you." The visitor said kindly, as if to prove this point, he blew lightly on the candle beside him, the candle burst into flame with a whistling sound, the dark red was like the flame of congealed blood, Fortunately, it soon became brighter in color, illuminating the faces of the King and Buntang.

The man saw his own reflection in the king's eyes, and he clicked his tongue lightly. The face that belonged to Bontang trembled slightly like the ripples on the water surface. When it solidified, what the king saw It was a completely unfamiliar face. He had only met the Duke of La Rochefoucauld not long ago. The Duke's face would fascinate many women, but compared with this face, it suddenly paled in comparison. When the pair of red eyes stared at humans, only I'm afraid very few people can break free-but Louie is one of the few.

"Then," asked the young King, "what can I do for you, an uninvited guest?"

The man smiled, his smile was very presumptuous and evil, "No, Your Majesty," he said, "You should say, I can do something for you."

"What are you?" the king asked softly.

If this question was asked by someone else, Amon would definitely be furious, but facing Louis, he was not angry at all: "I am the patriarch of the Zmihi family, Your Majesty," he bent down and bowed , Elegant posture is really rare: "I am a...Of course, you call us vampires, but we prefer the term vampire, although I don't think the difference is that big."

Louis didn't know if the other party meant something: "As far as I know, you have thirteen clans, you are..."

"The Devil Party," said Zmixi's patriarch, "you can call me Amon."

He stepped forward gently: "I know you are deeply troubled by some small problems," the vampire said, "I can solve it for you, it's very simple, and you only need to pay a small reward."

"What do you want in return?"

"Your blood, Your Majesty," Amon could hardly control his desire, and two sharp teeth protruded slightly from his lips: "Only three ounces, Your Majesty, only three ounces."