With the gift of a witch and the status of the Queen Mother's close maid, Marie was able to grasp many secrets that no one else could know, interestingly, these information were urgently needed by Marie's father and uncle, and perhaps Bishop Lacey, as well as some ministers, but now this power became the king's weapon, and although he could not do anything now, he kept every relevant name in his heart, from the State Counsellor René to the small one of La Rocheffoucaul's tools, Gulwell, all of whom played their respective roles in this good play, Cardinal Mazaran and Queen Mother Anne as the protagonistsIn fact, they do not know that they are just clowns, and the king can see their end at a glance, but can only act as a spectator.

Bishop Mazarin's plan was in fact very simple, he first mixed a warrant for the arrest of the Slingers into the official documents of the Prince of Condé, because the previous assassination of the Prince had been determined to be done by the Slingers in order to sow discord between the Prince and the royal family, so the Prince of Condé did not hesitate to sign his name on it, but on this document the name of the prisoner was written by the Bishop in a special ink, which could be hidden as long as it was baked on the fire, leaving a blank space so that the new name could be filled in。 With this warrant, the Bishop arrested the two captains of the gendarmerie who were most loyal to the Prince, and then exchanged the same method for a decree to replace the guards in the Louvre with the Bishop's army, thus placing himself in a heavy shackle. As he walked out of the Louvre's office with Conte and Longueville, and tired, Monsieur Bishop's guards swarmed them, grabbed them, put them on their hoods, and put them in the carriage.

Of course, as the Queen Mother Anne said, even Bishop Mazarin, who had a deep affection for the Prince of Condé, did not have the courage to execute the Prince of Condé directly, not even Conte and Longueville, and the three of them were sent overnight to the Château de Vincenne, which is located in the Vynsen forest in the lower right corner of Ba, and the fastest way to reach it is through the Seine, a royal and military castle built about three hundred years ago, with the tallest castle tower to date, about one hundred and fifty-six feet high," Only Asuka can talk to the prisoners inside", said the officer here, and the three Prince Condé were imprisoned here, and both the Bishop Mazaran and the Queen Mother were extremely relieved.

Maybe the only one in the whole palace who can't feel at ease is Louis, if he now has a little bit of real power that belongs to the king, maybe he will directly send someone to hang Prince Condé, but he doesn't, he can only wait for the inevitable result to come- He watched the darkness of the night, and when it was dawn tomorrow, the news of the arrest of the Prince of Condé would spread to every street in Paris, and perhaps the Prince of Condé would be a rude thug to the royal family, but to the people of Paris, he was a hero, as long as those who had always had bad intentions secretly pushed it, such as the Prince of Orléans, Gaston, the royal family and the bishop of Mazarin were about to face a second crisis.

The king's first chamberlain and chamber keeper Bontang stepped forward and took off his shoulder straps, accessories and coat for the king, and took off his boots, after which he could feel the king pause slightly, "Pour me a glass of wine." So the king said, and Bontang went out to the door, and told the manservant to bring him a glass of wine, and when he returned, the king was already sitting barefoot in his chair, with a heavy gold-rimmed Bible in his hand.

"It's not warm in the room, Your Majesty. Kneeling before the king, he said, wanted to dress him in a pair of soft flat slippers, made of sheepskin, which were favored by the ministers because they were soft and comfortable, and the king wore them only in his bedroom, and occasionally stepped on his heels like the pagans of Monaco.

Louis looked at the familiar head, drew a delicate dagger from the Bible, and stabbed it down quickly and hard!

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The candle flame in the room flickered and went out.

The moonlight poured into the room through the unlowered curtain, and Bontang's hand grasped the dagger firmly, black blood spilling from between his fingers and flowing onto the silver sword, like red-hot coals touching ice, sizzling, and the cloudy mist rose and disappeared in an instant—Bontang raised his head and grinned, this was not the smile that would appear on the face of Bontang that the king was familiar with.

"How did you find me, Your Majesty," Bontang asked curiously, he was wounded, but he didn't seem to feel the slightest pain, a great force came from the dagger, the king let go of his hand, Bontang clenched his fists, and with a terrible squeak, the black blood corroded the short sword in two, and they fell on the carpet.

Louis lowered his eyes and looked at it, the silver sword, supposedly smelted from a cross worn by a saint, did not seem to be as reliable as the priest had described, and the place stained with black blood was pitted, as if it had been corroded by strong chemicals—no, it should not be said, for Louis had tried, and neither sulfuric acid nor hydrochloric acid could cause such damage to it, only ...... This man, no, this monster is extraordinarily dangerous.

"I've always changed my underwear myself. "The king said that the nobles of the present day would let their personal servants take the last step for themselves, just as someone would always want to carry the bedpan for him, but Louis, who was concerned with personal privacy, could not bear it, and even when he was a little baby, the first thing he could express himself was to refuse the excessive courtesy of the maid, although it did not go well at first - it was he who held the "slings" of Bontang Bontang may not have been the best among the attendants, but Louis valued him because he was willing to obey his orders, rather than restrain him by so-called tradition, or by the orders of Queen Mother Anne.

So Bontang would never suddenly do such a rash thing, although Louis did not know how anyone could have the same face as Bontang in the seventeenth century without plastic surgery, but since the world is magical, those who want to come can also have their own means - the young king does not want to find out the other party's intentions, what else can there be?

"I have no ill will towards you. He said kindly, as if to prove it, and blew softly on the candle beside him, and the candle burst into flames, dark red like a flame that solidified blood, and soon its color became brighter, illuminating the faces of the king and the "bontang".

The man saw his own reflection in the king's eyes, and he snorted softly, and the face that belonged to Bang Tang trembled slightly like ripples on the surface of the water, and when it solidified, the king saw a completely unfamiliar face. He had only met the Duke of La Rochefoucauld not long ago, and the Duke's face would have fascinated many women, but it was dwarfed by this one, and when his crimson eyes looked at humanity, few people could break free—but Louis was one of the few.

"So," asked the young king, "what can I do for you, an uninvited guest?"

The man laughed, and his smile was very presumptuous, and evil, "No, your majesty," he said, "you should say, I can do something for you." ”

"What are you?" asked the king softly.

If this question had been asked by someone else, Amon would have been furious, but to Louis, he was not angry at all: "I am the patriarch of the Tsmich family, Your Majesty," he leaned down and bowed, his gesture was rare in an elegant manner: "I am a ...... Of course, you call us vampires, but we prefer the term Bloodline, although I don't think it's that different. ”

Louis didn't know if the other party was referring to something: "As far as I know, you have thirteen clans, and you are ......"

"The Devils," said the patriarch of Tsmich, "you may call me Amun." ”

He stepped forward slightly: "I know you are deeply troubled by some small problems," the vampire said, "I can solve it for you, it's very simple, and you, for a small fee." ”

"What do you want in return?"

"Blood, Your Majesty," Amon could barely control his craving, and his two sharp teeth stretched out his lips slightly: "Just three ounces, Your Majesty, just three ounces." ”