As it happens, Sebatisian's friend had a lover on the street of Turbig, and her father was a stubborn and irascible man, so Sebastian's friend had to sneak through the alleys to go on a date with her, so as soon as he heard what the prince's servant said, he immediately knew where the prince was, "but you can't ride a horse in that kind of alley," he said with embarrassment, "even if it is difficult to walk." ”

"Then we don't ride horses. The king said, and then he swung his dagger and tore his horse's coat and wrapped it in soft and beautiful square-toed shoes, for they were going to fight, and of course it was impossible to step on clogs again, and to look at the bazaar, which had been "cleared," and to know how terrible the streets and alleys that had been cut off from the king's sight were.

The musketeers did the same, and their horses were left in the care of the mayor, and Sebastian and his friends were in their boots, which saved the trouble, and the king's gaze rested for a moment on their light chestnut straps, "Are you officers of the Condé Legion?"

"Not exactly, Your Majesty. Sébastien Vauban proudly said: "I am still a trainee officer, and I came to Paris because I received the Prince's admiration to accept the rank of officer." ”

His friend glanced at the king uneasily.

Louis smiled, "I swear that the Prince of Condé will be more than willing to give you this position," he said, "and you, and your friends, you will not only be rewarded by the prince for your bravery, but also mine, as I said before, I will give each lad five gold louis, and so will you." ”

Sebastian's friends squirmed his lips as if to say something, but by this time they had to go, and he had to go down the nearest alley with the noble man and the musketeers with his head down.

Everything was as Louis expected, and where the king could not see, it was full of filth and filth - the pavement of the Red Child Bazaar was only smooth dirt, and there were only mud and potholes, and the potholes were full of black water, and the unrecognizable waste was a swamp** Maggots and flies dance on the hills all day long, and all sorts of stenches pour into their noses, at most of course, the hot smell of fermented feces, the musty smell of dried meat, or the sour smell of cheese, the slimy smell of pickled fur, and the chilling and straight smell of dead cats and dogs...... As they passed through an open courtyard, they saw a pot-bellied woman crouching on a pile of soot, and she looked numbly at every man who passed in front of her, and continued the process without the slightest concealment, when a baby fell from her skirt and kicked up a lot of dust on the ground.

She glanced down, lifted her skirt, threw the baby in the soot, and went on with her work—washing clothes in the urine.

Sebastian almost rushed over, but his friend grabbed him and shook his head to indicate that they had something more important to do.

Louis could only write it down, he couldn't give the woman some money, but he also knew very well that the black windows seemed to say that the room was empty, but there were many hungry mobs here, and they could hold it down only because the king and his party were well-dressed, wearing muskets and short swords, but if he took out the gold coins, it would light the fuse that led to sin, and he knew how terrible the people were when they were crazy, and sometimes they didn't know what they were doing, and they were completely dominated by impulses.

Thankfully, the alley was a frequent part of Sebastian's friends, though it was dirty, rugged, and narrow—the widest of which only allowed two slender women to cross face to face, and the narrowest of which required the musketeers to raise their hands and move sideways, and each house was covered, and the upper floors protruded several feet from the walls of the ground floor, facing the floor of the alleyway, obscuring almost all the light— The room could be seen through the cracks in the sparse planks, with scorched and water-soaked marks, and deliberately dug holes, underneath which were piles of historic excrement, and it seemed that someone had used it as his private toilet.

Such caps vary in height, so that even Louis has to bow his head at the lowest point, and only allows them to raise their heads at the highest point.

The only good thing was that they saved a lot of time, and in only a few minutes they came to the place where the Prince of Condé had an accident, the prince's carriage was lying across the street, with loose bridles, and there were no horses, and the sharp eyes of Sebatisian swept the street, and immediately pointed out where the prince might be, and the musketeers did not want to believe him, but Sebattisian argued that it was because of his unusual talent in barricade tactics that he was favored by his superiors and recommended to Prince Condé, and he knew at a glance that the carriage had been deliberately overturnedIt may have been the Prince of Condé who used it as a protective barrier - there were obvious signs of musket projectiles passing through and cracking in the carriage, which he had seen countless times in Lorraine.

And the traces left by these projectiles are almost all concentrated on the left side of the carriage, that is, the prince must have hidden on the right side, and on the right side there was a tavern, antique shop and hard-collar shop, and he did not hesitate to choose the antique shop. "But how do you know that the prince is in the antique shop?" asked the king.

"It is inevitable," said Sebastian, "if it were me, I would also choose the antique shop, Your Majesty, the Prince is a valiant warrior, and in the antique shop there are not only the jewels that the ladies like, but also the short swords and armor that the men like, and he can arm himself at once." ”

Sebattisian's assumption was correct, and as soon as they rushed to the shop, they found Prince Condé holding a small shield and a bayonet sword, confronting three Assassins at the same time.

It was not for nothing that the Duchess of Montpensier was so infatuated with this prince, he was in the best years of his life, he had fought for France for twelve years, and his long military life had given him a healthy body and a fearless heart, he had a broad forehead, black curls that were scattered over his shoulders, his eyes glowing with anger, his white teeth were clenched, but every swing of his sword gave him a lion-like roar.

Because they were so close, the king did not order the musketeers to shoot, but drew their swords and spoke to the Assassins, the musketeers were strong and valiant young men, and the two helpers who volunteered to do so were not weak, but the small and messy shop limited their play, and Sebastian and his friends helped the prince at the king's beckoning, while the others went to help the other two.

The Assassins immediately winced at the sight of the Prince's helpers, and the Prince of Condé showed many times more courage than a pampered man, and even if his enemies fled, he would chase after him, and personally plunge his sword into his back, before turning to fight alongside the two officers who clearly belonged to Condé's legion.

The shelves in the antique shop were almost all knocked down by them, at first the prince was trying to delay the pursuers, and then it was the assassins who wanted to get rid of the entanglement of the musketeers, they jumped up and down the shop, anything could be used as armor and murder weapons, and the sound of the slings was endless, only the two musketeers had been standing by the king's side, vigilantly observing the surroundings, for them, although it was a pity that they could not let His Majesty see their superior skill and strength, but it was also a great honor to be able to protect the king.

When they saw Prince Condé approaching the king with his sword, they immediately put their hands on the musket and the hilt of his sword, which threatened him, and as if he had realized something, he threw his weapon on the ground and knelt down before the king.

The king stretched out his hand, and he kissed it at once.