Creland didn't want to wonder if Charlie meant to take his daughter Louise hostage, but even so, what could they do, although the Duke of Cornwall affectionately called him Uncle Creeland, there was hardly any blood relationship between them - His Majesty King John Lakeland was the third king of the Plantagenets, followed by the House of Lancaster and the House of York, the House of York was followed by the House of Tudor, the House of Tudor was followed by the House of Stuart, and Charles I was the second King of the House of Stuart, There was more than three hundred years between them—but the Serbian werewolf was unfortunate enough to be attacked by both the Church and the Hungarian werewolves, and he was desperate to find Charles I, and Clerand had only hoped to find a place to live in England, even if it was to serve or serve as an "annuity" from the king to the Church.

Charles I didn't care much about these werewolves, he looked at Creran as if he were looking at a clown, under the heavy pressure of state affairs, it was indeed a pleasant thing to be able to summon a fierce werewolf like a hunting dog, at that time, let alone recognize Crelan's identity, he probably didn't think of Creran as a person at all.

Although it is true that Clerand is not human, he still has all the self-esteem and pride of a man, and for the sake of the race, he has to endure the humiliation of the king, and Charles I, perhaps for the "annuity" - this is another special tax levied by the Inquisition on the kings and lords (even if they are not willing to obey the will of the church), in short, the werewolves, wizards or devils in their territory, dead or alive, if they can't pay it, then the king has to pay a large fine.

Of course, the king, or any bold lord, could withhold it, but the Inquisition would immediately evacuate their territory, so that even if the king and lord had castles and armies, their tenant farmers and merchants would become sacrifices to werewolves or wizards.

For werewolves, the annual expulsion of old and weak werewolves, or forcing them to die of their own free will, is also a tricky solution to two tricky problems - to reduce the consumption in the tribe, and to satisfy the lord's need for werewolf fur.

The Serbian werewolves have in fact fallen apart, and Krelan used to be a strong and intelligent leader, but the bad thing is that he is too indecisive, of course, the better way to say it is that he values feelings too much, and he always tries his best to keep everyone in his tribe, but everyone knows that this is impossible, especially those young and strong werewolves, who are not yet ready to need mercy from others, and are particularly dissatisfied with Krelan's approach, either trying to compete for the position of leader, or leaving alone or in groups.

But what can happen to the werewolves who have left the tribe and lost their protection, the wolf skin that was stepped on by the French king Louis gave the best answer.

Creran had also gone to see the wolf's skin, in fact, he didn't have to look at it to smell the smell of his nephew who had left not long ago, speaking of which, the young werewolf did not hate Creeland and the old and weak werewolves as much as the other werewolves who had left, he just ...... He was unwilling to wait for death with this race that was on the path to extinction - but he didn't expect that he would be the first to die.

Therefore, the death of Charles I became the only turning point for the Serbian werewolves, compared to the treacherous and cunning Charles I, his son Charles Jr. was still just a young man, not cold enough, and a little naïve, he didn't even question why Creland didn't save his father - Creland had to admit that he was happy to watch Charles I being guillotined, but he didn't want to go to Cromwell, the protector was a puritan, that is, for werewolves, Wizards and people who have anything to do with the devil hate it, and he would never cooperate with a werewolf.

So Creland chose Little Charlie, and when Little Charles almost died, he, along with his people, rescued the king's son, the heir to the throne of England, in time.

Little Charlie was a firm believer in what he was saying, which is why he would call him Uncle Crelan. He also made it his secret to make Creland's daughter his maid-in-waiting, and then his sister's female companion, and the benevolent prince said that this was the proper treatment of a county lord, alas, the county lord, and that Creran could swear to his ancestors that he had no such thoughts, he only wanted a small, but quiet forest, where he could spend the rest of his days in peace with more than a hundred of his people.

But that was all for later, and Crayland, while mentally counting a list of people willing to support the Duke of Cornwall's accession to the throne, and estimating how much practical support he would get, walked out of Richelieu Mansion, because he was dressed as a guard, and not many people noticed him, except that at the turn of the street, a bloodied dead dog fell from the sky.

If he was just an ordinary guard, he would have to take a beating, and he would stain his clothes, but Craylan was a werewolf, and when he smelled the strong smell of blood, he raised his vigilance, and the dead dog landed three or four feet away from him, and his intestines burst out of his belly, which had been deliberately cut, and it was a mess and stinking. Creeland heard someone laughing, someone mocking someone for being too poor - when he was in England, he had heard that the commoners of Paris, France, liked to throw dead cats, dead dogs, or anything dead and inedible at nobles or royal guards, and it seemed to be true.

As he walked, he held his nose with a keen sense of smell, the streets of Paris were so dirty, the ground he was stepping on was not stone, nor dirt, what was it?

Feces.

Horses, cows, cats, dogs, and human droppings, animals defecate everywhere, and people leave their dung in buckets, and housewives or apprentices will carry the bucket every morning, shouting to pay attention, while dumping everything in the bucket on the street, which is why pedestrians will try to stay away from their homes, or when men and women travel together, men will humbly give up their ladies close to the wall, firstly to avoid the collision of the carriages, and secondly, to bravely keep the possible "golden" opportunities for themselves.

The dung would not be swept away, nor could it be cleaned, so after years of repeated trampling and crushing by people, horses and wheels, exposure to sunlight and rain, the dregs left behind naturally became a new road surface.

Brelan walked not on the road, but on dung, which made him miss the Serbian forests more and more intensely.

As he turned the last corner, about to leave the Richelieu Mansion behind, Breland almost subconsciously cast one last glimpse at the elegant building, when the werewolf's sharp gaze led him to the boy standing in front of a window flanked by embroidered lily drapery, looking solemnly at the street—he had not thought of his identity for a moment, but he quickly guessed, for the Duke of Anjou, who was about the same age as the boy, was still wearing a skirt.

Breland hesitated, but at last he took off his hat, pressed it to his chest, and bowed deeply to the young king.