The words of the vampire Amon made the Duke of La Rochefoucauld hesitate for a moment, he had already put on his coat, cloak and hat at this time—he was a handsome knight with a dashing hand, but these were ruined by the sadness and uneasiness on his face, he was not a timid man, to be exact, most of the young men at this time were aggressive and warlike, especially the nobles, who were no strangers to war, even kings and dukes, and there were not a few who died on the battlefield— Even a duel that ends to death just for a sentence or two or a look at it, as a few days ago, two of the two subordinates of the Prince of Condé duel at the instigation of Gaston, Duke of Orleans, resulting in the death of one of them.

If there's anything that makes them hesitate, it's either God or the devil, or their ambition.

The Duke of La Rochefowaulze was still a teenager when he met the Duchess of Shepherd, and it is difficult to say whether there was a sincere part in their correspondence with each other, but the Duke of La Rochefoucauld must have it, otherwise he would not have participated in the palace coup against Richelieu, but the subsequent exile gave him a big lesson. It was at that time that he also met Amon, although at first the Duke did not know Amon's true identity, for this young man, Amon was a little gloomy, radical but well-informed and good teacher, it was Amon who single-handedly opened the beautiful veil of affection of the Duchess of Shephess, allowing him to see the ugly true face below, and it was Amon who made him break free from love and devote himself to a new career that could make him more excited and satisfied.

Amon's drugs (of course, the Duke did not know at the time that it was Amun's blood) made him appear to the Duchess of Longueville as handsome, graceful, and energetic as a young man of twenty, and gave him a cool head, a sharp mind, and an admirable skill in the presence of the Prince of Condé—otherwise, the mere status of the Duchess of Longueville's lover would not have made him the Prince's right-hand man.

But perhaps it was because Amon always acted as a gentle elder and mentor that Duke La Rocheffoucauld had a little unrealistic illusion, even if Amon had no concealment in the later period, but until the Boulogne woods - the Duke still thought that Amon was no different from anyone around him, but he was wrong, the reason why vampires are vampires is that he no longer belongs to human beings, and it is impossible to put human laws and morals, or emotional shackles on their heads.

After he and the Prince of Condé left Paris, they were instructed by Amon several times to get the Duke to say that he was still willing to believe in Amun, and the facts proved that Amun's prediction was quite correct, the problem was that compared to the Duke of La Rochefoucauld, who did not care much about the soul, the Prince of Condé was a little constrained in this regard, and he thought that maybe they could "use" the vampire in some places, but it was completely impossible to get along with the vampire as a friend, or even as a teacher or a trustworthy object— In addition, perhaps his fear of vampires, the prince does not feel that he can control them.

In this regard, since the Duke of La Rochefoucauld also saw it, of course Amon would not fail to see it, but compared to the duke's fear, Amon just smiled slightly, unexpectedly did not do anything terrible, he can be called gentle to continue the previous transaction with the duke, and occasionally accept the prince's "employment", but even the duke, he can feel that Amon has retracted the outstretched hand, and the prince also notices it, but Condé does not regret it, or rather, he is relieved.

Prince Condé was a devout believer, and he hated these dark creatures from the bottom of his heart, and if it weren't for the immense power and unimaginable means of Amon and his descendants, they would not have ended much better than the wolf skin that the prince had offered to the king.

The Duke of La Rochefoucauld did not approve of the Prince's attitude towards Amun, except for his dealings with Amun, the power of the other world that Amon showed him made him both fearful and longing, but unfortunately he was attached to the Prince, not the Prince, and the Prince of Condé had sternly warned him not to allow him to have a deeper relationship with Amun—he was now considered a disobedient man, and it was impossible to increase Amun's weight in front of the Prince.

But he was to say that every word of Amon was worthy of attention—the last thing he said to the Prince of Condé was to tell him not to go back to Paris, unless he was to be crowned as a king, not even the title of acting king, and the Prince of Condé had only received the title of generalissimo and left for Paris happily, and from that time on, Amon did not speak again, even if the duke flattered him in every way.

Now he said to the Duke of La Rochefoucauld to see the situation clearly.

The Duke couldn't ask, for the next moment the vampire turned into a gray-black mist in the moonlight and peeked through the crack in the window.

The Duke was startled, and after a few minutes of waiting, his squires and the Prince's officers were urging outside, and then he reluctantly picked up the fallen hand, hurried out of the door, turned on his horse, and galloped towards Paris.

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The vampire stretched his body in the air, and when it turned to smoke, he could move as fast as a cloud with the help of the wind, which was blowing mightily from the Bois de Boulogne towards the Louvre.

A grey eagle owl swooped down from above the clouds, and a creature like this would normally be able to avoid such anomalies with instinctive alertness, but this eagle owl, not knowing whether it was faint from hunger or overconfidence, rushed straight for the gray-black smoke that it had identified as its prey, an obese mole.

Black smoke poured out.

The mole screamed, sharp and loud, and something fell from the sky and slammed into it within a few feet of it, and it screamed in menacing rage as it flicked its claws wildly and burrowed headlong into its burrow.

It was the shriveled corpse of the eagle owl.

Amon doesn't like animal blood, and although vampires can live on animal blood when necessary, it's all his bad mood tonight - no, no, no, to be precise, it should be that he's in a good mood, and the head of the blood clan is not so sorry to throw away Prince Condé, although Amon has also made some attempts, but this man, although he has a majestic body, has a cowardly heart, he is troubled by all kinds of concerns, although the throne is only one step away from him, he is still looking forward and hesitating- Amon can see his future more clearly than a "famous lady" in the woods of Boulogne, who is destined to never be the master, but only to be dominated by others.

Amon sighed, maybe this is fate, even he can't break free.

His king.

He flew towards the heart of Paris, overlooking the city that had once again fallen into chaos—fires everywhere, unrepaired houses once again set on fire, soldiers in light maroon and dark blue shoulder straps fighting each other, their blood decorating the dark streets with their beauty, and in the deeper alleys, everyone was being robbed, humiliated, and killed— Every war inevitably produces a large number of despicable bandits, who are like moles hidden in caves, who come out of the air at the smell of gunpowder smoke and act recklessly, after all, there are no judges, no police, and no adult who can administer justice to the people.

Even the poorest of them find it difficult to keep themselves safe, because killing can bring joy to these beasts as well.

The vampires of Nophil, unlike other vampires who can mingle with dignitaries or scholars and scholars, or hang out in dance halls and theaters, Nofila are a cursed people, their faces are distorted and ugly like a beaten boar, and they are so small that people scream at the sight of them, so they can only live in tombs and sewers, haunting only the deepest nights, and living on the lowest low-level women and drunkards.

In addition, when the city is in turmoil or war, it is also a rare good time for Nophil.

Amon saw a few Nophies waiting by the Seine, waiting for the lone soldiers or citizens trying to escape, and he saw a group of musketeers galloping out of the Louvre with a wagon, and vampires sniffing the scent of the evening breeze—the stench of the river, the rotting smell of Nophile, and the smell of gunpowder, and ...... The king could almost be called clean, and at a very young age he insisted on bathing at least once a day, but rarely used strong perfumes, so his smell was always so bland, but therefore very special.

Just as Amon wanted to "clean up" this little worry for the king, a swarm of huge black bats swooped down on the gray smoke in a scream that humans could not hear, and their wings and teeth tore the smoke into countless small pieces, but the wisps of smoke did not dissipate, but became more solid, and they turned into countless ropes, entangled, trapped, trapped, and trapped!

A jumble of dark shadows tangled together, falling from the sky onto a rising ridge and tumbling down the sloping ridge until it was stopped by a dripping beak.

The smoke and the bat instantly turned back into human form, Amon and Hilperik, Tsmich and Vandro, the two most important heads of the Bloodline wrenched together in embarrassment, and they chanted incantations at the same time, and the stone dripping beast moved, and the opposite command made it confused, but fortunately Amon and Hilperic both noticed this low-level mistake and recited another incantation at the same time, it howled silently, flapped its wings, and flew towards the Nophil.

Amon laughed first and raised his hands. Hilperik glanced at him coldly, and sprang lightly from him, standing in the vacant position of the dripping beak, watching the king's motorcade with concern.

He stood beside Amun, and in a few minutes the dripbill had torn apart the two Nophiles, and turned on to the next prey, and the other Nophiles saw this, and immediately fled, but unfortunately, they fled in the same direction as the king's caravan passed, and Amon immediately turned into hundreds of small bats—to say, he thought that the bats he had incarnated were much cuter than the great black bats of Hilperik.

Then he crashed into a dark cloud.

Before Amon could say anything in his humanoid form, Hilperic turned back from the lead-gray smoke to his original form and made a gesture with a serious expression.

This is a common warning gesture among vampires, indicating great danger - usually referring to the clergy and paladins of the Inquisition.

Amon looked down, and he saw that before the Nophiles could get a hundred feet in front of the convoy, two knights rode out, and the bright silver light flickered, and an inhuman wail was heard in the darkness.

"The Inquisition?" Amon said, feigning surprise.

Hilperik glanced at him indifferently, and he didn't believe that Amon really knew anything: "You can see it, Elelius can't see it." ”

"Of course," said Amon, "he's a monster after all." ”