Compared with the first time, the second time when they left Paris, whether it was Louis, or the Queen Mother and others were much calmer, although to those hateful thugs, the nobles and close ministers still had to scold more than once, this time the nobles were much calmer, and when playing cards, the king inquired a little, and then understood with a smile- Compared to some of the poor people they didn't even look at, the Prince of Condé, who started the second rebellion of the Frondes, was also a nobleman and had royal blood, even if the Prince of Condé was more threatening, they would not consider themselves humiliated.

But this tolerance is only for the nobles, after all, even if the Prince of Condé becomes king, they will at most be treated coldly and disliked, and the fief and title will not be shaken in the slightest, and who knows, maybe in a few years, the king will change his mind, or there will be another new king, look at the Duke of La Rochefoucauld, because he was involved in court intrigues, he was exiled, and now he has not become the guest of honor of the Prince of Condé, in Bordeaux he unabashedly went out with the Duchess of Longueville, They were a legal couple – although the Duchess of Longueville had travelled to Bordeaux to rescue her husband and brother.

But the change of throne was not a good thing for the king, and the only thing that was close at hand was Edward V of England, the poor young king, who was the same age as Louis when he succeeded to the throne, but his uncle, the Duke of Gloucester, the regent (who would later be Richard III), declared the marriage of Edward IV the elder to their mother, Elizabeth Woodwell, illegitimate— A bishop took the initiative to declare that he was married to another woman for Edward IV, and this woman was still alive when Edward IV married Elizabeth, so the subsequent marriage contract was not established, and Edward V and his younger brother, the Duke of York, also became illegitimate children, were stripped of their inheritance rights, and the two children were imprisoned in the Tower of London, where they mysteriously disappeared a few months later.

Louis also went out of his way to search for the whereabouts of the two children, and it is said that when Henry VII of Tudor tortured James Tyler, a supporter of Richard III, he admitted that he had killed the two princes at the behest of Richard III, and that they were still in the Tower of London, and their bodies were sealed in a small clothes box in a niche.

When he saw this result, he couldn't help but shudder all over his body, and he did not doubt at all that if things really developed to the point where the Prince of Condé or Gaston, the Prince of Orleans, became kings, he and Philippe would have ended up like this. The only consolation was that in France there were enemies of the king, and there were many who were willing to support and be loyal to the king, including a young general from the Holy Roman Empire, who led about 300 infantry to fight for the king.

Louis once asked the Bishop of Mazarin if he could take the Prince of Condé, Conti and the Duke of Longueville, at least Condé. The bishop, who now knew a little about his king, understood at once what he meant, but as a member of the church, the bishop, who was more adept at intrigue and bargaining than on the battlefield, was in a dilemma, and told Louis that even if they took the prince of Condé, they would have to treat Condé as if he were a prince on the way, for he had no real crime to speak of, but in this way, some people might be swayed by Condé's words and deeds, or they might have directly helped Condé to escape, or it would be better to let Condé and the three remain imprisoned in the castle of Vassena, which is still the strongest military fortress in all of France, and the caretakers inside are also Mr. Bishop's most trusted subordinates.

Louis said nothing more about this, and in any case there would soon be a slap in the face on the occasion of the sometimes overly self-righteous Mr. Bishop.

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On the seventh day of the king's caravan winding out of Paris, in the middle of the night, the group came to Vincenne in a carriage, and the forest at night was like an opaque cloak, swallowing up all the light, and only occasionally the sound of the night owl flapping its wings and flying by, the clatter of the carriage was so piercing in the dead silence that the gatekeeper of the castle was awakened, he jumped to his feet, rang the little bell, and the guards opened their eyes, and they had not been able to sleep well for several nights, after all, everyone knew that the Prince of Condé and his brother, and the Duke of Longueville, were in Viensenne, the mob of Paris, the army loyal to Condéor a careerist like Gaston could break through the gates and rescue Prince Condé.

But when they came to the wall, they were much more relieved, such a heavy wall, only artillery could penetrate it, the smooth wall had no place to climb, and even if someone could climb up with the help of a ladder, the narrow window would still put them in a dilemma, and they carried the lamp and looked down—the people below also raised their torches, and in the light of the blazing torches, the first thing they saw was the broad-brimmed hat that the cardinals often wore when they went out, and then the other took off the hat, put it in the hands of the priest on the side, and raised his head.

"Oh, my God," the guard at once cried, "how could it be you?

Yes, it was Cardinal Jules Mazaran, who was almost the same as when he left, and while he waited for the guards to remove the stones and dirt bags piled up behind the city gates, he frowned, and showed an impatient and patient expression, and the lines of his eyes drooped severely, and the thin lips that had doomed the fate of countless people were pursed even tighter, and the guards might have wanted to say a compliment or two, but at the sight of such a situation, they immediately bowed their heads wisely, and only took him to the rooms of the three nobles as the bishop had requested.

As the three most important "guests" of Vincenne, the Prince of Condé, Conte and the Duke of Longueville were naturally imprisoned at the highest point of the main tower of the Château de Vincenne, from which they could look down almost the whole of Paris, as the guards said, the only people who could talk to His Royal Highness the Prince were the birds, and the main tower was surrounded by walls in all directions, the stone bricks of the tower did not have a single gap, the windows were narrow and scarce, and after the arrival of the Prince of Condé, the guards also sealed some windows that were less than thirty feet.

Prince Condé was also surprised when he saw Bishop Mazarin, but apart from surprise, the proud prince and general did not show much emotion, perhaps in his heart, Mazaran would always be a priest of humble origin, no matter how he climbed to such a position, compared to Prince Condé, his brother Conte's performance was much worse, as soon as he saw the bishop, he thought that the bishop might have brought someone to execute them, and when the bishop asked them to go with him, Conte even shouted loudly, refusing to obey, he grabbed a candlestick and waved it, swearing that he would never die in silence like a coward。

The wax oil sparkled on the carpet and almost caused a small fire, but luckily the Duke of Longueville was there, who avoided the tragedy of being burned first with a bottle of wine, and then used an empty bottle to calm Prince Conte, at least like a decent man.

Bishop Mazaran led them out of the main tower and out of the castle, and when he boarded the carriage, the Prince of Condé looked around, and saw that the bishop had not brought many people, and he glanced at the Duke of Longuville, although he did not shout and scream in shame like Prince Conti, but it did not mean that they would die willingly.

When the carriage was getting slower and slower, and at last it came to a halt in a clearing in the forest of Vincenne, the Prince of Condé was invited to dismount, and he jumped out of the carriage, and in the castle he was still treated in the same way as a prince ought, silk shirts, wine, steaks, golden bread and carpets, soft beds, etc., no trivialities, no assassinations or plots, he was even a little fatter, he was now very healthy and energetic, and Bishop Mazaran stood opposite him, less than six feet away, and the Prince of Condé could have caught him。

The Duke of Longueville thought the same thing, and he shifted his steps to the side, blocking the bishop's path.

Mr. Bishop seemed to be unaware, he smiled at Prince Condé, lifted his wide-brimmed hat with his hand, threw it on the ground, and then unbuttoned it, took off his bright red robe, and trampled it under his feet, at which point even the most stupid Prince Conte knew that something was wrong...... Even the most ridiculous priests would not do this, because vestments were the best decorations, weapons, and armor for them.

At last, Mazarin, or the fellow who didn't know what it was, raised his hand, pressed it to his face, and then gently moved away, as if removing an invisible mask, and the Prince of Condé and the others saw a completely unfamiliar face, his hair hanging down to his shoulders, almost gray, and his eyes like the darkest rubies they had ever seen.

Prince Condé couldn't help but take a step back when he realized that he was facing a non-human.

"Nothing to fear, Your Highness," said the vampire, "it's an honor to serve you. ”

With that, he let out a long, sharp howl, and with this long howl, those attendants lifted their cloaks one after another, and with him turned into countless bats, and flew away.