I Am Louis XIV

The fire pit under the church was not excavated by those who wanted to assassinate the king in just a few days. This is impossible. It was originally under the church. This tradition has been going on for hundreds of years, and no one knows how it started, but as time went by, the bones accumulated, the underground tomb became deeper and wider, and finally the entire nave are almost suspended.

The reason for such a detailed explanation is because I want to tell you that this fire cave is nearly nine feet from the ground, that is to say, it is impossible to jump or climb up. The soldiers who entered the fire cave and Dalamiz desperately tried to find water or ladders, but in order to accommodate enough people, there were no benches here. Daramitz looked around anxiously, and finally his sight fell on On the altar-the wall of the semicircle of St. Martin's Cathedral, in accordance with tradition, hangs a huge wooden cross. Jesus is suspended on it with a twisted body, merciful eyes watching the flames and those unfortunate victims.

Daramiz made an unexpected move. He drew a cross on his chest, muttered two words similar to forgive me, pushed the sacristy table under the cross, and forcefully Shaking the cross that was tall enough for two people, the soldiers below thought he was crazy at first, but then two or three brave people climbed up the sacristy table to push the cross with him, and some even drew their long swords , Prying the fixing nails, it seems that some priests are condemning their blasphemous behavior, but Dalamiz doesn't care.

When Louis fell, because there was a kneeling stool and a velvet and feather cushion under his knees, he was not injured. He quickly covered his face with a scarf and lowered his body. The poison of the smoke would not be so harmful to him. The increasingly hot and thin air indicated that the time given to him by fate was running out. The young king almost frantically pulled out a corpse from the alcove—there was still some cold and rancid smell left here. He dragged Mr. Bishop Coming to himself, Monsieur Bishop woke up with a groan.

"Did I go to hell?" These were the first words of Mr. Bishop, and then his vision became sharp immediately, indicating that he had woken up from the brief confusion. Coughing violently, the king supported his shoulders from behind, feeling that the body under his fingers was no different from those bones that had been stored for hundreds of years.

The first thing the bishop thought of was the king, and he eagerly searched among the fallen people. The king's costumes were especially gorgeous, but he couldn't find it, until he heard a familiar voice behind him: " Monsieur Bishop?"

Mazaran immediately held the hand on his shoulder.

When he was about to say something, he heard a cheer, and then Mr. Bishop saw the Holy Son Jesus descending in front of them from the sea of ​​fire.

Of course, not the real Son, but since Jesus gave his life for the world and took his blood and flesh as communion, we don't have to care too much about whether the old man is willing to use his oak body to save his bishop and The king passed away, but to the surprise of the bishop, the king put him on his shoulders and pushed him to climb up—this was not the time for hesitation, and the bishop moved with agility that a sixty-year-old man should not have Quickly climbed up, and then the King, who climbed up clutching and stepping on the Son's feet, loincloth and chest, and was immediately caught in strong hands.

Louis recognized that this was the musketeer Daramiz who had been deprived of his position not long ago. In fact, he was only used by the king to scare the monkeys. After all, although these musketeers were loyal, their discipline It's hard to say, but I didn't expect this young man to show superhuman calmness and determination at such a critical moment - if other people pulled the king out of danger, they would definitely not be willing to leave the king, but Dalami Zizi immediately ran to rescue the people in the fire hole with other soldiers. When he saw Viscount Turenne and Sebastian Vauban climbed out of the fire hole intact, the king had already decided to record in the pamphlet On the name of Dalamiz.

Not many people were rescued, and people at this time did not know that smoke is the biggest killer when a fire breaks out. They ran around in the flames in vain, not only wasting their own strength in vain, but also inhaling There was a lot of poisonous smoke, and he couldn't get up after he fell down. When he saw that only fourteen or five of the twenty-four soldiers were still with him, Louis couldn't help shaking with anger. He was not a favorite soldier. Those who use torture, even the traitors, he will at most let them die cleanly on the gallows or on the guillotine, but he swears that all who are involved in this must be punished with the most severe punishment. Punishment is allowed to die!

At this time, only a loud bang was heard, the door of the church swung open, and a huge battering ram appeared in front of everyone, and then with the influx of a large amount of fresh air, the flames suddenly rose, but at this time, the escape People in the side corridor no longer have to worry about their own lives, but those who stay in the fire pit may no longer have a way out, and the cross will also burn, and the flames will engulf the holy Christ.

Louis took the bishop on his arm and ran out of the church surrounded by survivors. His army was outside. The familiar bright red shoulder straps reassured the king. He turned to look at the church. Fire and black smoke were coming from the broken windows and The door gushed out, and in the thick black shadow brought by the flames, something seemed to be distorting... The monk beside the king whispered the name of the saint, and waved a long scythe to meet him. The scorched black arm fell to the ground.

Another monk also met another strange shadow, which was hidden among the soldiers, but he still found it. The desecration of the church’s destruction made this pious man full of anger. After discovering that shadow quickly Shrinking and falling back to the ground, as if he was about to escape, he took a step forward subconsciously, but only with this step, he heard Bishop Mazaran utter a tragic cry.

He turned quickly to see the king lying on the ground, blood running fast from his cobalt blue velvet coat.

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Mary jumped up from the crystal ball, ignoring the black silk cloth covering her precious crystal ball, and rushed all the way to the queen dowager's bedroom. Her expression was terrifying, her eyes were round and big, but her pupils shrunk to the smallest size, her curly hair was so wet with sweat that she seemed to have just left the bathroom, and her thin clothes clung to her body.

She said that she wanted to see the Queen Mother—when there was an urgent report related to the king, her upper and lower teeth kept chattering and rattling. When the Queen Mother saw her like this, she hesitated. According to Mary's request, she waved away the maids around her. She used to like Mary, but this was before Mary showed her ambition for the king. The queen mother could allow and even encourage the king to seek love, but marriage is a state matter. , can’t be favoritism——but she is also very clear that the king may just like and admire Mary, but Mary loves her eldest son outright, so when she hears about the king...

Mary grabbed the queen mother's hand and put a smelling salt bottle in her hand. The queen mother immediately raised her hand and sniffed viciously, "Okay, tell me."

"The king has been assassinated," Mary said succinctly.

"injured?"

"I'm not sure, but...but it's the work of a wizard," Marley said. "I can see it." It was a mixture of a spell and a golem.

The Queen Mother almost broke the glass bottle in her hand: "..." She didn't dare to ask Mary if she had seen the king... Then the noble lady found it difficult to make a sound: "Then, ’ She tried several times before she could speak: “What do you want me to do?”

"I'm leaving the palace," Mary said, "with Vesalius, and some herbs."

"I will send musketeers to escort you, and there will be new horses waiting for you at each station." The Queen Mother said while pulling out a blank permit.

Mary quickly bowed her knees to the Queen Mother, and then quickly walked out of the Queen Mother's room. When she returned to the room, Varo Vesalius had arrived. He was carrying a heavy box, and Mary opened a Only she can open the box and put everything she thinks she needs into the bag. As the Queen Mother said, when they walked out of the Louvre half an hour later, there was already a carriage waiting for them, beside the carriage were twelve firemen. Gunners, and along the way, there are governors or lords who are ready to meet all their requirements.

At twilight the coaches left Paris, and by nightfall they were at Versailles, and the people at the post-house swore they thought they saw a ghostly chariot, for it went as fast as a storm, The sound of hoofbeats was as light as a feather falling, and the carriage was quickly replaced with a new horse. As soon as the original horse was taken off the bridle, it immediately fell to the ground, bleeding from its mouth and nose, and the horses of the musketeers also In this way, they were full of pity in their hearts, but they also knew that now was not the time to be stingy with horsepower, so they immediately jumped on new mounts and galloped again.

Vesalius watched as Marie grabbed a handful of shiny powder from his pocket and threw it into the air. The powder was inhaled by the horses, and they immediately ran like crazy.

"Do you think we'll make it in time?" Vesalius asked.

"You should pray to Merlin before we have time." Mary said coldly, "Without the protection of the king, you are nothing, you will be expelled from the court, and the monks of the tribunal and the wizards of the Mancini family will find you... ... Even if you die, you may not be able to see your wife and daughter again."

Vesalius sighed, stopped talking, and turned his head to look out the window.

The twelve musketeers prepared by the queen mother for Mary were not superfluous. The king had too many enemies. The road was not peaceful. When they were twenty leagues away from Dunkirk, they were surrounded by a group of enemies, but these people were only bandits, and some even carried sticks. It was obvious that they were just Those who were hired to hinder Mary had pulled at least three or four big trees along the road ahead. Even if they were to disperse them, Mary and the others had to move the big trees away before they could move on.

Marie only glanced at them before opening the car door: "Can you kill them? All, every one?"

This question made the musketeer's team leader hesitate for a while, he was a little confused, but the Queen Mother said before that he should obey Miss Mary as he obeyed her, so he looked at those people and nodded: "Yes " He said, and Mary turned around and shouted into the carriage, Vesalius doctor jumped down dragging Mary's bag and his own box, and then Mary pulled out two brooms in the bag , the musketeer couldn't help but carefully estimate the size of the bag—it really didn't look like it could hold two brooms, Mary gave one to Vesalius, and then snapped it open His own skirt exposed the trousers underneath, turned over and rode on the broom, and suddenly soared into the sky, like a ignited firework.

Physician Vesalius moved slowly, perhaps because he had to carry boxes and bags, but as soon as he got on the broom, he disappeared from people's sight in an instant.

"My God," said one of the musketeers, crossing himself, and indeed there were rumors that Miss Mary was a witch, but really, except for the musketeers who met the werewolf with the king, they only Thought it was pure female jealousy—"Well," said the Musketeers' squad leader, "we're sure to kill everyone here."

So these strong warriors threw themselves on those wretched fools, who might have taken a few louis in gold, or even a few crowns in silver, but since they had seen what they should not have seen, they had to send They've gone to God—let them accuse God of that wretched witch!

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The night wind at high altitude was cold, but Mary's heart was anxious. She held the broom tightly, as if she was holding Louis' life. She prayed to God, Merlin, or any god in the dark in her heart. Even if it is a devil, as long as it can ensure that Louis is safe and sound, she is willing to die, yes, she is willing to exchange her life for Louis.

The speed of the broom may be a little slower than the carriage, but under the urging of Marie, the excessive magic power almost turned it into a shooting star. Under the effect of the potion, the horse ran with all its potential, However, the broom will disintegrate due to the extreme magic power. In order to avoid human eyes, they fly above the clouds again. Vesalius is frightened, but he dare not delay the slightest - after all, Mary said That's right, without a king, he's a lost dog.