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With hundreds of people behind him, the Duke of Guise was sticky with patches of blood, and the high-grade silk coat did not make the Duke lose his aristocratic demeanor, but had a little cold-blooded and majestic temperament.

The scars on his face, in particular, dotted with blood, made him look like a knight who had just returned from a bloody battle, rather than a marshal who had slaughtered civilians.

"Boom, boom—" The sound of horses' hooves galloped down the avenue, and pedestrians and traders on the road hurriedly ducked on either side, guessing from which battlefield the cavalry had run back from.

A few hours later, the Duke of Guise arrived at a villa belonging to the Guise family, located on the outskirts of Paris, with few people and a mesmerizing view.

As soon as he got off the horse, a servant led the horse to the stable, ready to clean the dust of the horse uncle and fill the horseman's belly.

The servants were very self-aware, and in the eyes of the lord, their lives were not as important as this horse.

The other knights were served by squires, and scrubbing was a compulsory part of their work.

Ignoring the strange stares cast by the servants, the Duke of Guise walked directly into the mansion.

"Oh! My God, my lord, what happened? Please hurry up and change your clothes! The butler was amazed to see Duke Guise with such a bloodstained appearance.

"Come on, go and prepare, Lord Duke wants to bathe!"

When the oncoming butler saw the duke like this, his face suddenly tightened, suppressed the shock in his heart, and hurriedly ordered.

"No, get my brother Charlie here, I have something important to discuss with him! Hurry—"

In the last sentence, Duke Guise stared into the butler's eyes and said loudly.

"Yes, sir!" The housekeeper was obviously stunned for a moment, then he reacted, hurriedly agreed, and left quickly.

Taking off his bloody clothes, the Duke of Guise wore a new dress under the service of the maid, but his face was still covered with gloom, so that the maids on the side did not dare to speak loudly.

"Knock knock!" There was a knock on the door.

"What's the matter?" Duke Guise asked with a straight face.

"Your Excellency, Your Excellency the Archbishop is here!" The butler's voice came from outside the door.

"Good!" A hint of joy appeared on the face of His Excellency the Duke, and he hurriedly put on his leather boots and hurried out.

As soon as I looked at it, I saw my younger brother Charlie. Morality. Lorraine, the Archbishop of France, was sitting in a chair, as if thinking about something.

Unlike Duke Guise's roughness and strength, Archbishop Charles was a little weak and looked like a scholar.

"Charlie, you're finally here!" Duke Guise saw his brother and said in a loud voice.

"My brother, what is it that makes you so flustered!" Bishop Charles stood up and walked over to his brother, frowning.

"Why do you smell of blood?"

"I just came across a small town where the heretical rites of the Huguenots were held, and Protestant prayers were held in defiance of the ban issued by His Majesty the King (Protestants are not allowed to hold prayers and other liturgical activities in the Paris area), so I was so angry that I slaughtered that town and let my lord wash away the heresy!"

Speaking of this, Duke Guise said indignantly, and then looked at his brother.

"In that case, the current situation will definitely be out of control!" Bishop Charles closed his eyes, digesting the exciting news.

This massacre is a fuse!

"Yes, those Huguenots will definitely not give up, and the Queen Mother has always been inclined to them, so it is very likely that they will take the opportunity to carry out a conspiracy, or even send troops directly!"

Bishop Charles opened his eyes, his eyes deep and inscrutable, his face expressionless, not the slightest intention to blame Duke Guise, but thought about the consequences, and analyzed them with extraordinary calmness.

"That's for sure, those Huguenots will definitely take advantage of the opportunity, so we have to strike first! Send troops directly to pacify those Huguenot cities and drive out all Huguenot heretics! ”

When it comes to conspiracy or something, maybe Duke Guise is not very good at it, but when it comes to fighting, he has never been afraid of anyone, even Charles V, who was once invincible, he has also fought together, as the generalissimo of France, it is his instinct to fight.

"No, at this time, I'm afraid the news has already spread, they must be prepared, besides, Paris is so chosen by Orleans, it may not be easy to strike first!"

Bishop Charles looked at his brother, shook his head, and vetoed.

"What's more, my lordship, how many troops can the two of us command at the moment?"

"So, it's really troublesome!" Duke Guise stroked the scar on his face and muttered.

Although the voice was small, Bishop Charles could still hear it.

The Bishop stepped back and sat down in his chair, pondering.

After a while, the bishop suddenly looked at Duke Guise with a happy face, and asked eagerly:

"How many soldiers does the family have near Paris?"

"This, about two thousand people, if you add some mercenaries!" Duke Guise looked at his brother suspiciously, and replied.

"François, we use private soldiers, directly control, control the king and the queen mother in the palace!"

Lest the Duke of Guise did not understand, Bishop Charles explained softly:

"Paris is the center of France, and although His Majesty the King is young, he is still the lord of the French aristocracy and controls the righteousness of France!"

"In this way, we can declare in the name of the king that the Huguenot nobles are rebels, and in this way, we have the upper hand!"

"That's a great idea!" Duke Guise thought for a moment and agreed.

"I'm going to gather my troops and prepare to attack Paris!" Duke Guise said hurriedly.

"You will go to the Duke of Montmorency and Marshal Saint-André later, and tomorrow I am afraid that the Huguenots will definitely raise their troops!"

The Duke of Montmorency and Marshal Sant'Andre are the other two giants of the Catholic League, and the Catholic League will definitely be at war with Huguenot next, so be sure to prepare in advance.

"Yes! Know! Bishop Charles nodded and watched his brother leave.

In the evening, the Duke of Guise gathered his family's private army, about 2,000 men, and then used his prestige to capture Paris in one fell swoop, and master the city gates.

In the palace, in the middle of the night, Queen Catherine had gone to bed and slept soundly.

At this time, the bedroom was suddenly opened, and a maid hurriedly ran in, shouting: "Your Majesty the Queen Mother, Your Majesty the Queen Mother!" ”

"What's the matter? You dare to disturb me in the middle of the night, if it is not a big event, you have good fruit to eat! ”

Queen Mother Catherine rubbed her eyes, looked at the panicked maid, and said sharply.

"Duke Guise, Duke Guise has attacked the palace!!"