The Duke of La Rochefoucauld went away worriedly, and the young man on the side watched him leave, and immediately returned to his master, his eyes sparkling in the candlelight, and he stopped talking, Amon glanced at him lazily, stretched out his hand, and gently pinched his ears with sharp nails, "What do you want?"

Everyone knows that His Royal Highness Prince Amun of Tsmich is the favorite of noble-born, beautiful and intelligent young men, and his "children" most often pay him such "gifts" , and this boy, once the son of an earl, although he was destined not to be taken as seriously as his brother, but under his mother's skirt he lived carefree like a sweet kitten, and even if he was taken to Paris, far from his parents, and ministered to a dangerous vampire in the dark, he was still the most special of all his kind, which made his courage extraordinary: "Your Highness. He said excitedly, "Did you just say that our Majesty the King?"

"Yes," said Amon with a smile, "it is our King, Louis, Louis Dieudonnay Bourbon." You've heard his name too?"

"How could I not have heard of it," the young man said even more boldly when he saw that he was not angry, "when I was five years old, my father held a solemn ceremony to celebrate his birth—if I hadn't come here, Your Highness, I might have inherited my uncle's position and gone to be a Tibetan officer for Your Majesty!"

"Well," said Amon, "I've never heard you say that, so," his fingertips gently brushed the boy's fluffy hair, "do you want to stay with me any longer?"

"I'd rather serve you. The boy shrewdly said, "But if you want to know anything about this majesty, I would be happy to hear it for you." ”

"Ah, you're willing to be my Mercury. "Mercury was the god of commerce in Roman mythology, but he was also the protector of thieves and liars, but he was most talked about for delivering messages to Jupiter, the lord of the gods, and completing all sorts of small but important tasks. Amun's blood had given him a more beautiful countenance than before, and strength better than that of a strong butcher, but as the son of an earl, he could not be satisfied, and as soon as he heard the news of the king, he could not contain his ambition, and came to beg Amun— No one could understand what the position at the king's side meant, his uncle, who had only been a Tibetan official at the side of Louis XIII for a few years, had received a good income equal to 200,000 livres and a wealthy and high-status wife, his uncle was also a son, and unfortunately only had a daughter, and if he could still be recommended by Madame Longueville, Duke of La Rochefoucauld, sister of the Prince of Condé, it would not be difficult to stand by the king's side.

It's much better than simply serving a vampire, trapped in the woods of Boulogne, or just being a good little child under his mother's skirt, waiting for his eldest brother to give him some leftovers.

Thoughts and fantasies flashed through his little head, and when Amun's hand gently pressed on the back of his neck, the boy offered it to his throat without hesitation, and the familiar slight tingling sensation came, accompanied by the dizziness of blood loss, the brilliant light flickered and swirled before his eyes, and he floated, higher and higher, over the chandelier, over the roof, all the way up to the bright silver moon, to which he stretched out his arms...... He was going to embrace it, even though it was so cold and hard......

The boy's hand fell to the ground weakly, Amon slowly raised his head from between his neck and shoulder, I don't know why, humans always have an illusion, that is, they have the same status as vampires, no matter how dangerous they are, they can use human means, such as deception and perfunctory to deal with, but for these aliens living in the dark, except for a few people who are chosen by them, the rest of the humans are just their food and toys- And this boy is just a pastime that Amon used to pass the time when he was temporarily in Paris...... And he's a little redundant now.

Amon stroked the boy's face for the last time, the boy's face was pale and blue, Amon had almost sucked up all his blood, so that the originally plump skin had some wrinkles, and the prince of the blood clan held his mandible with a little disgust, and twisted his head directly.

"It's yours. Amon said.

He threw the boy's head behind the curtain first, and immediately in the darkness came the sound of clattering, crushing bones, and then the body.

These little creatures kept in the shadows by Amon are the product of magic and vampire talents, and they are no longer known to have disposed of a lot of "dregs" and "waste" for Amun, as well as their allies Lesenro, who are much cuter than most humans.

A little monster stretched out its claws probingly, maybe just out of blood closeness, or out of excessive greed, Amon moved his foot, stepped on it directly, and crushed it almost without exerting force, his current mood was good and bad.

He almost immediately wanted to run to Richelieu's house to see if the boy was as he thought, or would it disappoint him again?

He didn't know.

The blood drawn from the body of a living man flowed frantically in the cold veins, and even brought a strange blush to the vampire's pale face, and he closed his eyes, and the laughter and shouts of humans came from not far away, this was Boulogne, a place of depravity, a ...... A place that could become hell at any moment, the prince stood up, stretched out his arm, and the black shadow behind the curtain flowed to his shadow as quickly as flowing water, and his tall and thin body instantly expanded and shrunk, and then with a soft popping sound, a wisp of black mist rushed out of the gap that people could not see.

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The fog melted almost into the darkness of Paris, and it followed the Seine all the way east, past the Louvre, and finally hovered above the Richelieu house, the "imprints" of the Inquisition clearly engraved in and around the palace in the vampire's vision, both as a warning and a deterrent - Amon could tear it apart, but it would certainly alarm Elarius, the new Inquisitor, the young careerist who was more wary of the Bloods than the somewhat rigid and conformist Inquisitors of the previous ones, because he was sometimes more submissive and unscrupulous than the dark creatures.

There is another way, and that is......

Amun thought he had to wait, but he soon saw the young king, and it was the middle of the night, and everything was silent, but the queen mother still took the king and the king and his brother on foot to the chapel of Richelieu's house, and asked them to kneel before God with her.

"What do you want us to pray for?" Louis asked.

"Pray that Bishop Mazaran will succeed in his actions tonight. The Queen Mother said.

"What is he doing?" asked the king.

"Arrest the traitors. ”

"Give me the name. The king insisted, and the queen mother hesitated, but said nevertheless.

The three names the king had received from the Queen Mother made him close his eyes in disgust, and though he had expected it, he could not help but feel a deep sense of frustration when it did.

He sighed deeply, "And then?" he asked, "Are you going to put them to death?"

The Queen Mother jumped violently, as if she had been burned with coals, "how is this possible?!" she cried.

Louie's eyes darkened.

Condé, Conti and Longueville, the three men, Bishop Mazaran and Queen Mother Anne, wanted to arrest them by means similar to a conspiracy, but only imprisoned, not hanged or beheaded, the king was not sure that the latter would be better than the former, the only thing he was sure of was that they would soon have a hurricane of revenge from Prince Condé.