I Am Louis XIV

"Uncle Cleland." The Duke of Cornwall called out, "Why are you here?"

"They want me to come to you," said the giant wolf. Its voice was deeper than a human's voice, with some panting sounds: "Your Highness."

"The Scotch Presbyterians?" said Charlie. "I don't trust them."

"You don't have to trust them, you just need to use them." The giant wolf said, "The most important thing for you now is to hold a coronation ceremony and become the king."

"I'm still mourning my dad."

"Believe me, the best way to mourn is to hang all those rebels in the square. Of course, if you are sure, you can also pull out their intestines. All the thugs who dared to assassinate the king should end up like this. Even Cromwell should be no exception."

"Of course," said Charlie, "but I now, you see, I don't even have a horse to get me out of Paris."

"Have you appealed to Queen Mother Anne?"

"I beg."

"Where is Bishop Mazaran?"

"I asked for it too."

"Aren't they willing to let you go?"

"This is what I'm most afraid of. It is said that they are in contact with the traitor's messenger. I don't know if they will reach an agreement."

"Then go and appeal to King Louis of France."

"He's still a boy, Uncle Cleland."

"Because he is a child, there may still be a precious gleam of light on him." The giant wolf said, "Also, don't call me Uncle Cleland anymore. Don't forget that the outside world and the inside world are not connected. Yes, those who cross without permission will be punished and attacked by the two worlds."

"In that case," Charlie said after a moment of silence, "Mr. Cleland, I'll try it."

The giant wolf nodded and stood up. His figure changed instantly, shrinking and elongating. The wolf's snout receded, the hair retracted into the flesh, and the bones and muscles rattled. , Charlie saw it for the first time, but still felt a faint pain involuntarily.

When Cleland finished transforming, there was only a tall, ordinary man with a firm face standing there. If there was a third person in the room, he would definitely find that he was somewhat similar to Charlie Cornwall, which was not surprising. Surprisingly, because the Serbian werewolves originally migrated from England.

This can be traced back to 1216 AD, King John Lakeland of England was poisoned by a wizard and died, and the poison contained wolf's head grass, that is to say, the poisoned person will eventually turn into a werewolf, and soon after Someone heard a bleak and terrible howling from the king's tomb-the terrified people decided to drag the king's body out of the tomb and perform an exorcism ceremony. The ceremony was held, but the result was not satisfactory, although at that time The new king insisted repeatedly that his father was rested in peace, but then a werewolf in his royal robes and golden crown was seen wandering the forest.

Why did the new king do this at that time, Charlie can completely understand, because according to the tacit agreement between the inner world and the outer world, werewolves, vampires, and wizards in the inner world are not allowed to interfere in the secular government. Nor is it ruled by the king or emperor of the outer world—if the new king dares to admit that the werewolf is his father, then he will either be deprived of his successor position by the church and princes, or he will die under the continuous attacks of the inner world. Under the circumstances, even his father who became a werewolf would not be spared.

Perhaps King John Lakeland, who became a werewolf, also noticed it. Not only did he leave England and settle down in Serbia, but he also gave up his original surname and changed it to Creland, which is the origin of a series of werewolves in Serbia.

The Duke of Cornwall watched Crelan put on the guard's clothes one by one, "Then, what happened to those werewolves who attacked Louis?"

Cleland paused slightly while buttoning his hands: "They are for you and your father." He said, "It is said that they can get a fairly generous reward."

The Duke of Cornwall pursed his lips. He felt sorry for those werewolves. They can be said to be his relatives. Compared with those unruly princes, those uncertain ministers, and greedy priests, Serbian werewolves can Said that he had exhausted his last bit of effort for their father and son, and now Uncle Cleland is still mediating for him in every possible way, raising money in every possible way, and even sneaking into Paris at the risk of being discovered—a werewolf attack on the king just happened here, the Church There may also be ascetics and paladins stationed in unknown places.

"Your Highness?"

"Uh, what?" Charlie raised his head: "What? Sorry, I was a little distracted just now."

"My daughter Louise..."

Charlie shook his head, "It's nothing, she's still a child," he said, "Of course she would be scared when she saw a wolf's fur with a wolf's head on it, no one doubted her."

"I think it's better for me to take her," Cleland said.

"I hope you don't mind," Charlie sighed. "Your current situation is not suitable for a five or six-year-old girl-the war between you and the Hungarian werewolves is not over yet. Leave her with my sister, The safest, at least the king of France has not been arrested and beheaded."

Cleland hesitated, "Okay, if you think this is feasible."

"She's a good girl," said Charlie reassuringly; "we all like her very much, and she'll make Henrietta's best companion."

"I hope so," Cleland said.