I Am Louis XIV

   Chapter 35 The king wants to say something

The Duke of La Rochefoucault walked away worriedly. The young man on the side watched him leave and immediately returned to his master. His eyes were shining in the candlelight, and he hesitated to speak. Amon glanced at him lazily. With a glance, he stretched out his hand, and his sharp nails pinched his ear gently, "What do you want?"

Everyone knows that Amon, Prince of Zmich, likes the most noble, beautiful and intelligent young man. His "children" often pay tribute to him with such "gifts", and this young man used to be an earl's The youngest son, although destined to not be as important as his elder brother, lives as a sweet kitten under his mother's skirt, even if he is taken to Paris, away from his parents, in the dark Serving a dangerous vampire, he is still the most special of all his kind, which makes his courage extraordinary: "Your Highness." He said excitedly: "Are you talking about our majesty the king just now?"

   "Yes," Amon said with a smile: "It is our king, Louis, Louis Dieudonne Bourbon. Have you heard his name?"

"How could I not have heard of it," the boy said boldly when he saw that he was not angry: "When I was five years old, my father held a grand celebration ceremony for his birth - if I hadn't come here, Your Highness, I might have succeeded my uncle's position as a clothing officer for His Majesty!"

"Oh," Amon said, "I've never heard of you, then," his fingertips gently arranged his fluffy hair for the young man: "You don't want to stay by my side anymore? ?"

   "I'd rather serve you." The young man said tactfully, "But if you want to know about this majesty, I'm willing to inquire for you."

"Ah, you are willing to be my Mercury." Mercury is the **** of commerce in Roman mythology, but also the protector of thieves and liars, but the most talked about is that he is often the Lord of the gods Zhu Zhu Pete delivered messages and completed all kinds of small and tedious but important tasks. Amon said this, and the boy's heart beat even more intensely. Although he was favored by Amon - Amon's blood gave him more than before. Beautiful appearance and strength surpassing a strong butcher, but as the son of an earl, he could not be satisfied with this. As soon as he heard the news about the king, he couldn't hold back his ambition and came to beg Amon— No one can understand what the position of the king's side means. His uncle, who only worked as a clothing officer for Louis XIII for a few years, received a huge income equivalent to two hundred thousand livres and a wealthy and well-known person. Wife, his uncle is also the youngest son, and unfortunately only has a daughter, if he can also get the recommendation of the Duke of La Rochefoucault, the sister of the Prince of Condé, Madame Longueville, it will not be difficult to stand by the king.

   This is better than simply serving a vampire, trapped in the woods of Boulogne, or just being a well-behaved child under his mother's skirt, waiting for his eldest brother to give him some leftovers.

All kinds of thoughts and fantasies flashed in his little head. When Amon's hand was gently pressing on the back of his neck, the teenager offered his throat without hesitation, and the familiar slight tingling sensation came. , accompanied by the dizziness caused by the blood loss, the bright light flashed and spun in front of his eyes, he floated up, floated higher and higher, passed the chandelier, flew over the roof, and rose to the bright silver moon , he stretched his arms towards it...he wanted to embrace it, though it was so cold and hard...

The boy's hand fell to the ground weakly, and Amon slowly raised his head from between his neck and shoulders. For some reason, humans always have the illusion that they have the same status as vampires, no matter how dangerous it is. Existence can be dealt with by means of human beings, such as deception and perfunctory, but for these alien species living in the dark, except for the few selected by them, other human beings are just their food. And toys—this boy was just Amon's pastime to pass the time while he was in Paris...and he's a bit redundant now.

Amon stroked the boy's face for the last time, the boy's face was pale and blue, Amon almost sucked all his blood, so that the originally plump skin was wrinkled, the prince of the blood clan was slightly disgusted. Holding his jawbone, he directly twisted his head.

   "This is yours." Amon said.

   He first threw the boy's head behind the curtain, and the sound of cracking bones came from the darkness, and then the body.

These little creatures raised in the shadows by Amon are the products of magic and vampire talent. It is no longer known that they have dealt with a lot of "dregs" and "wastes" for Amon, the Zmish people, and their allies, Le Senji. , to Amon, they are much cuter than most humans.

A little monster stretched out its claws, perhaps just out of closeness by blood, or out of excessive greed. Amon moved his foot, stepped on it, and crushed it with almost no force. His current mood is both good and bad.

   He almost immediately wanted to go to Richelieu's house to see the boy. Was it as he thought, or would it disappoint him again?

he does not know.

The hot blood of the living is rushing frantically in the cold blood vessels, bringing a strange blush to the pale face of the vampire. He closed his eyes, and the laughter and shouts of human beings came from not far away, here It was Boulogne, a place of depravity, a place that... could become **** at any moment, the prince stood up, stretched out his arms, the dark shadow behind the veil flowed to his shadow like a stream of water, and the tall and thin body swelled in an instant It quickly shrank again, and then accompanied by a soft crack, a wisp of black mist rushed out from the invisible gap.

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The mist almost melted into the darkness of Paris. It traveled eastward along the Seine, past the Louvre, and finally hovered above the Richelieu House. The "imprint" of the Inquisition was clearly engraved in the vampire's vision. Inside and outside this palace, it is a warning and a deterrent - Amon can tear it apart, but it will definitely alarm Era, the new presiding judge. Compared with the previous presiding judge, this young careerist makes the blood race even more. We are wary - for he is sometimes more contrived and unscrupulous than the dark creatures.

  There is another way, that is…

Amon thought he had to wait, but he saw the young king very quickly. It was midnight and everything was silent, but the queen mother took the king and his brother on foot to the house of Richelieu. In the chapel, let them kneel before God with her.

   "What do you want us to pray for?" Louis asked.

   "Pray that Bishop Mazarin's action tonight will be successful," said the Queen Mother.

   "What is he doing?" asked the king.

   "Arrest the traitor."

   "Give me your name." The king insisted, but the Queen Mother hesitated, but said it anyway.

   The three names that the king got from the queen mother made him unable to help but close his eyes. Although he had expected it, when the progress was really like this, he couldn't help but feel a deep depression.

   He sighed deeply: "And then?" He asked: "Are you going to execute them?"

  The Queen Mother jumped abruptly, as if being scalded by hot coals, "How is this possible?!" she cried.

  Louis's eyes suddenly dimmed.

Condé, Conti and Longueville, these three people, the bishop of Mazarin and the queen mother Anne, wanted to arrest them by means similar to a conspiracy, but only imprisoned, not directly hanged or beheaded, the king did not Not sure that the latter will be better than the former, the only thing he can be sure of is that they will soon usher in a hurricane-like revenge from Prince Condé.

   (end of this chapter)