I Am Louis XIV

  Chapter 396 Gayola's Dream (Part 2)

Mary tried to retort him that it wasn't necessarily, but she immediately remembered the reason why Louie stayed in the inner world - her throat was churning with a sour and bitter smell, and she kept telling herself that Louie stayed in the inner world for her. , but she also knows that to reveal the beautiful illusion - the reason why Louis disguised as a wizard and entered the inner world was because he was cursed, without the secret medicine of the Mancini family, he would inevitably usher in death, and the Mancini family would For his own selfish interests and greed, he faked the news of the king's death, so he had to stay here, and turned from a king into a wizard.

Louis is now the Grand Duke of Gayola. As his leader and protector, the traces of the Mancini family are like fine sand in the wind, leaving no traces. Half of them are ambitions that he can never give up, and the other half is not. What about the hatred of the Mancini family?

   She remembered how her father and cousins ​​had cursed her—they cursed her that the love she had sold her family and blood would never last.

Nonsense, she thought, she's in Louis's arms now, his arms are so strong, his arms are so hot, one of their sons is an adult, the other is still in her belly, but it will be a big one in the future. A big man to watch.

"Okay, Mary," Louis pushed her gently: "I just came back, and I'm not very clean. You still have a child," he said, "I'm going to take a bath, how about you go and see dinner? He took a step back, and Mary realized that his face was tired and dusty, and his body was lingering with a cold aura that could not be ignored. Most of the wizards in the lowlands were dark wizards. As the Bourbon of the inner world, Philip. The VII will definitely not let Louis and the wizards face the army of mortals. Their enemies can only be those devils that even wizards fear. Even if they die, the power of the curse is still very impressive.

Of course, what Louis said about bathing was not just bathing. The wizards inherited the traditions of the Romans and Celts on bathing, and because there were many curses that needed to be dispelled by cleansing the body and soul, Mary took the handmaiden's hand. The Verbena that came, beat the body lightly, and then walked through the long corridor, down the stairs, and went to the kitchen on the ground floor.

The kitchen is on fire with swans, quails and partridges simmering on the stove, bacon and sausages hanging from the stove, pigeons being put in the pie, the cook stirring the fish vigorously, oysters being dug out piece by piece, along with lemongrass Boiled into soup, thyme juices are poured into heated wine, rosemary is sprinkled over mashed potatoes…

   "Is this a potato?"

"Yes, ma'am." The maid replied respectfully - but in Mary's mind... no, Gayola had potatoes, and the plant wizards knew it before mortals... Yes, she was suddenly uncertain, But when someone asked her whether to put sage or basil in the cheese, she suddenly forgot about the potatoes and went to taste the cheese instead.

Before the rich smell of the cheese and herbs had disappeared, she sat at the table with Louis. The dishes on the table were dazzling. "This is really rare..." She said almost subconsciously, but stopped quickly. , As long as she doesn't go out, Louis always eats with her and her children, sometimes even at breakfast, what is she complaining about? Even Louis cast a strange look—"It's nothing," Mary said uneasily, "I haven't seen you in a few days?"

   "Counting today, it's seven days," said Louis.

   "I feel like years have passed." Mary said, "Maybe it's just the wild thoughts of pregnant people."

"Winter is next," said Louie. "The war in the Lowlands is over for now, Marie, and I won't be leaving Gayola for the rest of this time, and Luciano will be back soon, so we can be together. In a few months, maybe I can watch the baby come."

   "That's great," Mary said weakly. "I hope so too."

In the next few months, Louis really fulfilled his promise, and Luciano also came back. He was already a young and beautiful guy, and he was very similar to his father. They lived a peaceful and comfortable life. The days are almost fixed, and such days always make people forget the passage of time. Before the spring came, the second son of Mary and Louis was born. Louis had agreed with Philip VII that he would also have The title of a duke, but Philip VII could not give him a commensurate territory, and in the world, he could not take the surname of Bourbon, because Louis Dieudonne Bourbon should already be a dead man, unless Louis is willing. Let his own son be his brother's illegitimate child - no, Louis would not, not to mention this child is also a wizard.

"I'll give him a new territory," Louis said, and Marie knew it wasn't a lie, because as the French army conquered the Flanders region, the inner world that the black wizards of Flanders had plundered for themselves also It became Louis's bag, "Is it Halepur?" Mary asked casually.

  To her surprise, Louis suddenly paused: "No, it's one of the Antilles."

"Why not Halepur?" Mary didn't understand why she said that. She only felt her eyes were blurred, and a hot, boiling emotion rushed out of her heart. Her body was trembling, confused. While puzzled, I felt great pain and sorrow: "Why not Khalepur?! Who did you give it to?"

   "It's not me," said Louis. "It's His Majesty the King, who made a pact with the Serbian werewolves, where he exchanged them for the werewolves."

   "Is it Brayland?"

"It's Brayland," replied Louis, who was more confused than Mary, and could only guess that Mary might know about Brayland from someone else, and werewolves are creatures of the inner world after all: "What's the matter? "

   "How can you do this!?" Mary murmured: "How can you betray me, deceive me!"

   "What's the matter with you?" Louie's voice came from far away: "What happened? Who is controlling you?"

   "It's you, Your Majesty." Mary said, "Who else is there besides you?"

"But I'm not His Majesty the King, I'm just the Grand Duke of Gayola." Marie's familiar voice replied: "Since 60 years ago, I have not been Louis XIV, but the wizard Louis Dieudone Bourbon. ."

The hazy fog dissipated, and Marie found herself dressed in black, holding an umbrella of the same color, standing side by side with Louis outside a magnificent Gothic cathedral. There were many people and carriages, but in the wizard. Under the spell, they cannot see and hear them. Marie saw at a glance that this church was the exclusive resting place of the French royal family - Saint Denis Cathedral. She had a chill down her spine and couldn't help grabbing the people around her, "Who are we seeing off?"

   "Who else?" said Louis: "My brother, Philip VII, His Majesty King of France."

Mary looked around in horror, and then Louis, she found that his temple hair had also appeared in strands of silver, and there were ominous fine lines at the corners of his eyes and lips, she clenched his hand, his hand The bones are hard, but the skin is starting to loosen, ah, she thought, Louis is already in his eighties, wizards live longer and youthful than mortals, but Louis has suffered several fatal curses, so that he is only slightly longer than ordinary people. Better, but no... Marie groaned, she, Mancini, Gayola had countless potions who could prolong Louis's life and cast out death for him... she thought, but she couldn't help grief.

As if all of a sudden, Louis was weakened. She and her and Louis's children were surrounded by the bed. Compared with the very sad people, she and Louis were the calmest two, perhaps because they were covered with Because of the veil, she couldn't always see Louis' face, and when he stretched out his hand, she immediately held it tightly.

   "What do you want?" she heard herself ask: "Do you need a priest to do the sacrament of death for you?"

"No, I'm a wizard, a servant of the devil," replied Louis humorously. "I'm doomed to never go to heaven. And I don't think I have anything to repent of, or anything to complain about, or regret in my life. place."

"Yes, my Majesty," Marie replied naturally, she seemed to remember that Louis had regained the throne, but not from France, but from Naples, and sought the whole of Italy, several powerful He did what the king did not do, but unfortunately he still couldn't get back his original name - and his brothers could only be called cousins, not Louis XIV and Philip VII: "You are as perfect as a saint."

   "I'm glad to have you by my side at the last moment," Louie said, "Whether it's Merlin or God, I'm going to see them."

   "Go," said Mary, "I will follow you, Your Majesty."

   "I love you, Mary."

"I love you, Your Majesty," said Mary, "and always more than you." She was glad Louis did not reject her, and she felt the hand she was holding was slowly losing its strength: "My love It troubled you once, Louis," she murmured, "now I hope it will take away your crisis..." She stood up and took off her veil, but she still couldn't see anything: "You won't die, She said: "Because you are not the Louie I love." She raised her head: "Although everything is so in line with my heart, it is because of... Because of this, I know it's all fake, you don't I know Louis, and I don't know me."

The people around her—their eldest son Luciano, their daughter, the second son, and the youngest son...their friends, relatives...Louis loyal ministers and attendants...they suddenly quarreled, their words entwined like fine silk threads In Mary's ear, Mary just smiled, she dropped the poison bottle prepared for her by the maid, raised the dagger, and slit her own throat.

  ———

Louis jumped up from the bed suddenly, and Bontang, who was accompanying him, was alarmed. He jumped up like a ermine who had always been vigilant. He held the candlestick and the musket while calling for the guards-the candlestick sometimes It's better than daggers and daggers. The tip used to insert the candle is as sharp as a large needle. The forked candle holder can act as a block. Nothing unusual was found.

   "Your Majesty?"

"I had a nightmare," said Louis, looking at the priest and the last Vesalius who ran in: "No, wait," he denied again: "I'm not sure, Vesalius, I do A very strange and real dream, Vesalius," he called again: "I..." After a moment's pause, "Can I know how Mary is right now?"

   "Yes," Vesalius said, "but I need some help."

   "Go and help him." The king said to the two priests: "Bontang, serve me and get up."

So the whole ship moved, the forecastle and stern tower were brightly lit, and soon after another ship also came to enquire about the situation, the Duke of Orleans and the Dauphin the little Louis even ran over in person, they found the king Suddenly fell into a state of indescribable weakness, but Louis insisted that he was fine, but... He seemed to have spent hundreds of years in a dream, and almost died in the dream, "In the end, Mary suddenly... She cut her throat suddenly, and before that, she thought I was not me... just a fantasy of hers..." Then he was thrown out of the dream, and Louis didn't dare to think if he was really there Died in a dream... Can he still wake up? Tired, old, weak, no regrets... He seems to have lived his whole life, if it wasn't for Mary... and him, this wasn't his first life...

Louis did not continue to speak, but his expression could already explain everything. The Duke of Orleans and the Dauphin looked at each other, sat down beside the king, and held his hand. Bontang brought a heavy blanket for the king, and Louis put it. It was wrapped around the body, and suddenly felt a lot better.

   And the Vesalius and the priests in the other room looked only uglier than the king.

   Something happened to Marie Mancini.

   (end of this chapter)