Ever since he knew about the existence of the world, Louis had imagined the world more than once, after all, for him in the past, werewolves, vampires and wizards were all imaginary things, they did not exist in this world, but who was not captured by their unique charm, let alone another world that only belonged to these non-human beings.

The incident happened in Dunkirk, a port city, which made it easier for things to happen, and when "Louis XIV" was lying on his sickbed to receive the envoy from England, the Lord Protector, Louis- Of course, now he is the Duke of Colonna, this title can't help but make him stunned, but Marie Mancini told him that this is only the title of the Inner World, there is no king in the Inner World, but there is an Upper House and a Lower House, the Upper House is almost occupied by the first few wizarding families, they have the power to canonize someone as a nobleman, although the gentleman of the Colonna family is an outsider, but he has the Colonna family behind him, although the Colonna family is the high gate of Rome, but has always maintained a close relationship with the Inner World, especially the Inquisition, so he has never even been to the Inner World, and has the title of a duke.

Speaking of which, if it weren't for the fact that André Vesalius had nowhere to go and ruined his family and business because he angered the church, his descendants would not have had to succumb to the Mancini family to be a potions teacher, and Varro Vesalius would not have such a tragic fate.

As Louis guessed, the class solidification and disparity between the upper and lower classes caused by the closed environment of the Inner World were only more terrible than the Table World, at least there were many officers from craftsmen or peasant families in his legion.

So on a foggy morning, the group came to the dock at Dunkirk, where the British warships were moored, and in the dim light they towered in front of them like mountains in the night, and there were already early sailors clearing the decks, checking the cables and sails, and emptying the commode— The ship that had come to greet them was a light brig, with sails white like swallows, except that after it was allowed to dock, it was subjected to quite strict inspections, and there was open blackmail, and the British officer was dressed in a red jacket and brown shoulder straps, and was not much different from the officer of the New Model Army, except for his exposed face and hands— Rough, swarthy, indicating that his time at sea would not be shorter than the latter's time on land, he asked those who were to leave Dunkirk at this critical moment to lift their hoods and look over one by one with vigilance.

If it weren't for the fact that they had Cardinal Mazarin's license and a small box of heavy gold louis, maybe they wouldn't have been able to leave, after all, this moment was too sensitive, and soon after the king's assassination, although the assassins were ambushed on the spot, but then the king's army imposed martial law on the whole of Dunkirk, and even had some unpleasant clashes with the British.

The first thing the British officer saw was a beautiful lady in her flowering years, and she smiled at the officer, which made him involuntarily smile back, "May I ask your name?" His tone suddenly became less harsh than one might think.

"Milady Kidd. ”

"It's an English surname. ”

"My husband is British. Milady smiled softly, "Sir." ”

"Are you going back to England?"

"No, I'm going to take my younger siblings to Italy," said Miledi, "my sister is married to a Neapolitan count, and we're going to visit and see there......" She glanced sideways behind her with a little sadness: "She has found a good doctor for my brother, hoping to cure him of his fever." ”

"Is it an epidemic?" the officer asked warily.

"Of course not," said Miledi, "just a persistent low-grade fever, and the doctors said he had too much bile, but there was no effective medical treatment for the time being." ”

The officer walked in front of Milady with a little reluctance, and looked at Louie and Marie, and Vesalius with sharp eyes, in his eyes, Louis was a weak young man, and Marie was just a lovely girl, although she also had a beautiful face, but she could not compare with her sister in terms of charm, and the Mr. Vesalius, who was obviously their doctor, and the box he was carrying was also opened and examined, and it contained a medicine bottle and a knife for bloodletting, hooks and needles.

The officer speculated that the family might be near Dunkirk, an ordinary but fortunate family with a few beautiful daughters, which was common, and that they had risen through marriage, and perhaps they had a daughter who had been favored by the nobles of the French court, so that they were able to obtain a copy of the bishop's handwriting, and in any case they did not look like spies, and that they did not go to England, but to Italy, so they were a little less suspicious.

After a moment of consideration, he finally let the men go, and the brig, which was more petite and cute than a warship, lowered its gangplank, let Louis and his party board the ship, and then quickly retreated, through the gap between the large ships, towards the Atlantic.

It wasn't until the white shadow of the ship disappeared between heaven and earth that the officer remembered a question that puzzled him, that is, if he was going to Italy, wouldn't the shortest distance be through France, but thinking of Miledi's surname, perhaps she would have feared that her husband's identity would make her journey more complicated, so after muttering a few words, he put the matter in the corner of his memory, and if there was no accident, he would not think of it again.

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"You're a witch too?" asked Mary as soon as the ship left the port.

"That's right, Miss Mancini. Milady played with her curls flirtatiously, the light curls like moonlight gave her a convincing charm, and Louis on the side had expected that Mr. Bishop would try to use her previous "merits" in order to keep him When he came to convince him, he had speculated that she was eleven or twelve years old when Monsir Bishop met Milady, and that she had spent several years in prison, and that she had become a secret agent for the Bishop of Richelieu, and that the first time the Bishop had done her first job, it had been thirty-four years, and now it was fifty-eight years, that is, twenty-five years ago, that is, she was at least forty years old, but she still looked like a beautiful woman of twenty years, and in this day and age there were not so many means and methods to keep people young forever, but there was magic.

And Bishop Mazarin would not have really handed over Louis to Marie Mancini completely.

"Don't pay much attention to me," said Milady, smiling, "I'm just an outsider, worse than Mr. Vesalius, I haven't even been able to enter the inner world—I know if I'm a witch or if Mr. Bishop told me." ”

"Then why did he let you come?"

"Monsieur Duke needs to serve, Mademoiselle Mancini," said Miledi, as she walked up to Louis and took him by the arm, and Louis realized that Miledi's strength was great, not inferior to that of a man, "like now," said Miledi, "don't you notice that Your Highness needs to rest?"

Louis really needed to rest, he was exhausted in just a short distance, the sorcerer's poison and curse was like an invisible hand that was constantly digging out his energy, he did a simple wash under the service of Milady and then fell asleep, Marley watched from the sidelines, and reluctantly admitted that when it came to serving, Milady was careful and powerful, even if it was just a woman, she could take care of everything around Louis properly. As for Mary, although she stayed with the Queen Mother as a maid, but the maid also has a class and division of labor, although she does not have a title, but she has an uncle who is an important minister, and the heaviest thing she has ever taken by the Queen Mother's side may only be the Queen Mother's bordered Bible and rose rosary.

Let her take care of Louie...... It's just too much to do.

In the end, Miledi gently begged Marie to leave Louis's cabin, because as an unmarried woman, it was absolutely inappropriate for her to stay here, but Vesalius could stay as a doctor, and Mari had nothing to say about it, and it was worth leaving in a huff, Vesalius stood aside and watched the whole thing, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, it was clear that Miledi had been sent to the king, not only as a lady-in-waiting, but also as a saboteur.

After all, after the king came to the inner world, he was faced with a sinister and strange environment, with a curse and poison, and if it was Marie Mancini who took care of him meticulously, the king would subconsciously repay the same affection and trust, so that if the king could return to the world, then his marriage would become a thorny problem.

Louis was at times drowsy and sometimes awake on the ship, and suddenly one day he woke up, because the slight swings to which he had almost become accustomed suddenly disappeared, and even if the ship was moored at the docks, it would not have happened, and they were now like in the Louvre in Paris, on solid land.

"Are we there?" he asked in a low voice.

"It should be. A few minutes later, Marie walked in and fed Louis a bottle of potion, and Louis was visibly lighter, but then she had to leave, for Louis needed a change of clothes, and his underwear and trousers were no different from those of the watch world, but the coat that Vesalius had brought was a heavy velvet robe, and then a sleeveless fur cloak, and the hair of the cloak was fine and black, and I don't know what kind of fur it was—in short, it didn't look like a squirrel's skin, or a fox's skin, and it didn't look like a sea otter's skin.

The cloak was hooded - and magical, for as soon as the king put it on, he felt a burst of warmth, as if he were in the sun, and then he wore jewelry that didn't quite look like his, and both Vesalius and Miledi changed into robes.

Louis had been wondering where the inner world was, or where the Mancini family was located, but as soon as he left the cabin, he knew it - it was an island.

A huge island.

There is no doubt that with the progress of science, there are more and more places that human footprints and eyes can reach, and day by day more sophisticated detection methods will always make those places that are hidden have nothing to hide, compared to the land, the islands scattered in the ocean are obviously safer, why the world is so embarrassed can also be understood, even if it is land, there are times when it cannot carry too many people, let alone islands.

And it is not uncommon for the inner world to remain in a state of solidification for a long time, not to mention magic, and even without magic, there are many islands that are primitive and closed.

A medium-sized island can accommodate about 50,000 people, and if you start from the Merlin era ( That is, the time of King Arthur, 500 A.D.), it has been a thousand years since the wizards entered the inner world, even if there were only a few hundred people at the beginning, it has become a considerable number now, and there are constantly wizards from the surface world to join, no wonder those wizards' big families will not care about wizards like Varro Vesalius, and even regard them as tool animals, in the population base is large enough to a certain extent, even if it is only selected in the original population of the big family, then the excellent people must be considerable, in this case, the side of the Mancini family will definitely be even more jealous of Vesali, because he has invisibly taken away an important position.

As for the cornerstone of wizards...... From the accounts of Mr. Bishop and Mary, Louis already knew that it was similar to the wall of the inner world, used to separate the table world from the inner world, and wizards needed a certificate to enter the inner world, or to leave, but mortals could not enter the inner world anyway.

"Well," said Miledi, "it is not the church that the wizards fear. “

"You can think of wizards as armies armed with muskets and cannons, and mortals as barbarians with sticks and stones. Louis said, "When the number of the army and the barbarians can be kept in a corresponding proportion, the barbarians can only break and flee, but when the number of barbarians overwhelmingly overwhelms the army, even the artillery and muskets are powerless, because they are limited after all." “

"Oh," said Miledi, "I see." “

She stared at Mary with her always sparkling eyes, watching her every move, and they were standing in front of a tall wall that seemed to connect heaven and earth, which was what the wizards called the cornerstones—huge white bricks, with dull blue or black scars, and as soon as Mary approached, faces of different looks, genders, and ages appeared, their eyes closed at first, then suddenly opened, and turned around.

"Wizard!" a woman's face was the first to cried.

"Wizard!" cried a child's face, his voice as sharp as a dagger.

"Wizard!" cried an old man, his voice hoarse and chaotic.

"Wizard, wizard, wizard!" they shouted, and the walls shook.