Along with the man came the candlelight - wizards and scholars had made a number of strange things out of the asphalt, and paraffin wax was one of them, because it was shaped like ointment or beeswax at one stage, and some scholars wondered if it could be used to make candles, and this successful product allowed the scholar and his wizard assistant to receive a set of precious glass test vessels and a prize of 1,000 livres, and were allowed to enter the Palace of Versailles to meet the king— Louis XIV was not stingy with his scholars and wizards, and they became more and more daring, discovering and inventing more and more things, many of which immediately became the best tools for Louis XIV to amass money.

Since paraffin wax was extracted and produced on a large scale, the price of candles has fallen rapidly, and the practice of aristocrats showing off their wealth by drinking all night has gradually become a thing of the past, after all, merchants with a little wealth can light four or six candles in their room.

Lorraine was wealthy even as a commoner because of the factories and laboratories that the king had set up here, and it was not too strange to have a candle, but little Eugen smelled a strange aroma, which indicated that this candle was not an ordinary paraffin wax candle, but a whale wax candle, a candle made of wax oil from whale head wax, which had the effect of stimulating love after being lit.

It was a young woman, her hair and skin a little wet, but not because of the rain - she must have just bathed, smeared with balm, her face soaked in water and oil, her chest and arms, swollen and bouncy that it made you want to reach over and touch them, and many of them did as she walked along.

She placed the candle on the small table by the windowsill and walked over to little Eugen with a subtle hint of regret in her eyes, "I'm here to serve you, my lord." She said bluntly.

Little Eugen sat up and looked at her.

She paused, sat down on her knees against the bedpost, and then grabbed little Eugen's hand and placed it on the soft pile. "How?" she asked teasingly.

"Not well," said little Eugen, "I didn't need a nurse ten years ago. ”

......

The woman snorted softly in the darkness, "Little child!" she said, not very annoyed, she got up, rearranged her clothes, took the candles, and went out.

Little Eugen lay back to bed without a word, and the room was filled with a more scent of balm than the damp smell, a different kind of balm from what he had smelled in Paris and Versailles, where the ladies of Versailles were accustomed to the balm of roses and jasmine, and where the people were still making balm with myrrh and sandalwood—and so on, and he suddenly felt that something was wrong, if a whale candle could have been bought by the maidens from somewhere, but no maid would have applied such an expensive balm— Although whale wax candles are expensive, if they are only lit for a short period of time, they will not be damaged too much, and the smell of the balm must be so strong that they must be rubbed in sufficient quantities!

So, it might not be a bad thing to grow up surrounded by noble ladies in the Palace of Versailles, and little Eugen quickly estimated how much gold the wandering girl had wiped off her body—not enough money for her night—as he rolled over and got out of bed, neatly dressed, and armed with his weapons.

Because the inhabitants of the village did not build small multi-storey apartment buildings like the Parisians, and their houses were still as they used to be, more like a huge warehouse, and then separated by wooden planks, and a large room like this, with a hall and a kitchen, it was doomed that there would not be many rooms, so the officers were scattered— Little Eugen hesitated, because he didn't know if Joseph, who lived with him, had indulged in gentleness, but he heard a soft snort, he clenched his short-handled musket and turned around, and saw Joseph standing behind him, he looked at Joseph, and Joseph made a gesture, and from the door that was not yet closed, little Eugen saw a woman lying on the bed, her throat was wide open, and the blood soaked the sheets, Joseph stepped back and pulled the sheets for her, not because of the last mercy and mercy, but so that others would not see that something was wrong at a glance。

Little Eugen pressed down on the uneasiness churning in his chest, and followed the woman with Joseph—she seemed to be just an ordinary wandering girl, and unsurprisingly, they watched her go straight to the village chief's house, where she whispered a few words with a man, like a "child" or something— Joseph elbowed little Eugen with a playful look, and at that moment they heard a suppressed shout, and in the dark blue sky and silver-white rain, several black shadows swayed, and one of them collapsed, never to rise again.

Two of the shadows were separated, and they went to the place where little Eugen and Joseph were temporarily staying, and they remembered the man who looked so wooden that he didn't even dare to lift his head—there were three young lads in the family.

Joseph glanced at little Eugen, and the two of them raised their short guns in tacit agreement.

Gunshots rang out.

Three or four of the shadows wandering around the chief's house were knocked down, and the two who were coming to little Eugen were the first to bear the brunt, and they fell to the ground, not dead for a moment, but wailing in pain, and the sound of gunfire and shouts that the rain could no longer conceal was like the beginning of a song, and then a wave of rebellion was set off from all over the village— Eugen the Younger and Joseph were in the dark, silent, and as grandsons of the Duke of Vendôme and descendants of the Prince of Savoy, they had always been the best in armament, and the Polish King Ludwig I had used the short guns of the Grand Vizier against the Ottomans, and they had more than one.

They ran to the chambers of the Count of Soissons, and by the time they met him, several thugs had fallen in the place they had passed—the rebels were not entirely wrong in their plans and plans, and since the twelfth century, whenever there was a war, there were maidens and celebrities who followed the army in great numbers, and sometimes they outnumbered the customers, and the soldiers and officers were glad to enjoy their appeasement when there was no war.

"But the skills of the wandering girls I have met are too good," said Joseph with a smile, "I would not be surprised to meet such a girl in the woods of Boulogne, but what is this place? ”

The Count of Soissons patted little Eugen on the shoulder, unlike Joseph, little Eugen, who had been immersed in Versailles for many years, did not have the same contemptuous thoughts as those descendants of nobles with fiefdoms, the Duke of Vendôme was never a good man and a woman, because he did not like indecisive sons, this grandson was brought up by his side and single-handedly, it is not surprising to have such thoughts.

The Count did not know which idea was right, but he must say that he felt a pang of comfort to see that little Eugen had little imagination with his mother.

"Our military doctors are very strict with what they enter, and they can't find a chance to drug the food and drink, so they can only use the wandering girl to paralyze us. The Count of Soissons said that the losses were reported quickly, and that the officers who had spent the night in the village, including them, thirty-two men, and their guards, numbered in the hundreds—fortunately, except for one officer, who was so brave that he ran into a raging bull and was nearly trampled into a dough, the others suffered only minor injuries.

The village chief knelt on the ground, his already rickety back bent even more, his hands were tied behind his back, and he could only raise his head to mourn - of course, in his words, he and the villagers were innocent, they were only coerced by the mob: "You can leave at any time, but my lord," he cried, "but we can't get out of here, they say they want to take revenge on us, they want to kill our children, sell our women, they are real soldiers, yes, my lord!" They are strong lions just like you, and we are just a flock of lambs, how dare we disobey them!?"

Joseph, who was on the side, heard this, lowered his head and sneered: "You didn't look like a flock of lambs when you stabbed that wanderer to death." ”

"I don't think you care much about your village. The Count of Soissons said, "You have prepared wine with aconitum and mandala, but because our doctors, knowing that the food and wine are to be examined, you did not dare to take them out, so you threw out the women...... But they said they had been invited here a few days ago, and you were waiting for us. ”

"And the wood, the grease, the paraffin, and the felt," Joseph kicked at the seemingly inconspicuous barrels and crates in the corners, "and you want to wait for us to sleep, and then set the house on fire, and burn us, the maid, and the house with us." "But I didn't expect them to be far more vigilant than the thugs imagined.

The village chief was silent for a while: "They gave us a little money. He said dejectedly.

Little Eugen was also in the audience, and he did not interject without permission—mainly because his heart was still pounding, his brows furrowed tightly, and his already mediocre face looked even more serious and old—he always felt that there was something he had not thought of, and when the soldiers poured the gold coins they had found on the table, he suddenly felt cold, and he thought that he had missed something!

Soldier!

They had thousands of soldiers with them! They were stationed on the rocky ground only a few hundred feet from the village, and they were condescending, and as soon as they saw the village on fire, they would immediately come to reinforcements, and in such a dark night and rain, it would never be possible for a man's feet to run past a horse, even if he did not start tracking until dawn the next day, and he jumped up from his chair: "Soldier!

As soon as he shouted, the Count of Soissons also immediately discovered this huge loophole, and as soon as he stood up, he saw the village chief, who had always behaved very cowardly and incompetent, suddenly rise from the ground, and his mouth was wide open, and his dirty teeth almost bit little Eugen's throat - if it were not for the timely pulling out of his dagger, which crossed the village chief's face and almost split it in two, Joseph rushed out from the side, gave the village chief a kick, and kicked him over.

The village chief wailed: "Time ...... When you killed me, Bell, Maya, my daughter, my mother...... Mom, my ...... Kid......!"

Joseph kicked him again: "I don't care who you die, tell me what you want to do!"

"Go, die, Frenchman!" cried the village chief hatefully, "you bring ...... Brought the plague, but dared us to go! I'm going to kill ...... Kill you!"

"Go and ask the others," said Joseph, "and there are too many typos in this man's words." ”

"Don't be so troublesome," said Eugen Jr., "they can't do anything with the food, and they can't have a regular army, so they can only take advantage of the terrain they have." When he said this, he shook his head slightly, for he remembered his mother, who had passed through a ravine when the Comtess de Soissons had left for Paris.

The rain, the night, everything is so familiar.

"I know what they're going to do!" shouted little Eugen, "get our soldiers down from that rocky ground at once!"

Fortunately, the rain was no longer as dense as it had been in the middle of the night, and the soldiers were awakened from their sleep, and the Count of Soissons, who did not even want a tent, quickly moved from the rocky ground to the woods below, and the torches were lit one by one, illuminating the faces of unknown causes, and they rubbed their cheeks, bewildered for the enemy, "What is the matter?" they asked.

Just as one or two hundred people were still on the rocky ground, they suddenly felt a strange tremor under their feet, as if a giant was about to wake up. Then there was the frantic shouting of his companions in the woods, but before they could understand what they meant, their bodies tilted uncontrollably to one side - a soldier watched the scenery change rapidly, he was not sitting on the horse, he was not staying in the carriage, but he was moving at a rapid pace, and everyone around him staggered and fell, desperately trying to hold on to something.

He heard the howling wind, and suddenly, he understood - it wasn't them moving, but the ground moving beneath their feet!

Together with the mountain, they plunged straight into the deep valley.

——————

There were ninety-eight lives in total, even the wizards could not recover, their bodies were incomplete, facing the white linen stains of blood and unnatural bumps, the Count of Soissons turned to look at the village chief, "You are also prepared." ”

This rocky field is like a tongue sticking out, not uncommon in the mountains, and the places where it connects with the mountains are sometimes solid, sometimes fragile, I don't know if the people in the village got the gunpowder, or if its life has indeed come to an end, and it has been laid out as a trap to kill— The villagers had erected a huge log underneath the rock, but like some gate latches, the lower end of the wood was sharpened and fell if it was struck, and the rock, which had lost its support and added excess weight, collapsed as before.

Even if they can't kill all the soldiers, the thugs will have a chance to escape.