I Am Louis XIV

Manit doesn't know why, she is always restless, if a mortal, she would only pray to God, or think she is sick, but for a witch, she stays up all night, and warns everyone around her A member of the religious order—as if to prove her uneasiness, the ravens and snakes she released did not return to her. At this time, everything was silent, only the sound of the wind passing through the treetops, and the store's signboard shaking slightly, The place used to connect it to the support rod rustled, she pulled up her skirt and leaned out, a drop of dew fell on her head, she wiped it reflexively, and a stench of stench came from her touch immediately. Spread wherever it touches.

At that time, a dead mouse died on the corner of the eaves.

Wizards are not afraid of mice, they all have mice as pets, but a dead mouse often means a terrible plague, the Black Death is something witches have to fear, Manit cursed , reached out to wipe the skirt, but found that the black and blue marks could not be wiped off at all, she panted, rushed back into the room, stretched her hand into the fireplace, and chanted spells loudly, the flames jumped, Burning her palms—this is not the time to light the fireplace, but Manit managed to light a fire in his room when he felt strange—mortals often use the stake to kill witches, but really Not only is the witch not afraid of flames, but she often uses flames—flames are an essential element for dispelling many evil spells. While repeatedly roasting her palms, she pulled out a screw horn from her chest and shouted loudly into it : "Get up! Get up! There are enemies!"

The reaction of the Bohemian witches could not be described as unpleasant, but as soon as they got up, they heard a burst of melodious flute sounds.

According to mortal legends, there was a flute player who came to a plague-ridden city and told the people that he could drive away the plague of rats, for which the mayor and councilors negotiated a handsome price with him. , so he played his flute at night, and all the mice came out and followed him closely, and he came all the way to the river, and stopped, but the mice all jumped into the river and died, seeing this The townspeople were surprised and lucky, because the rats could not come back, so they didn't want to pay the Piper. The Piper was very angry, and he left the city. Middle—on the second night, he played the flute again. This time, all the children who ran out with the flute were children from the city. They followed the flute player to a place where no one could find them anymore. Lame children were left behind because they couldn't keep up with the line.

This story is true. The piper is also a famous dark wizard. Like Bosch, he is also very good at and likes to play tricks on people's hearts. Obviously, with his means, as long as he is slightly punished or warned, the citizens will pay for it. He gave out the last copper coin in their pockets, but rather than money, he would rather see people being separated from each other and regret it—as long as they are parents, they would not have the heart to hear the fate of these children.

This spell disappeared for a long time later, perhaps because of the spread of the Black Death, the culprit, the rat, also became the focus of the church, and the wizards put away such methods, but just tonight, they again Appeared, first one or two small things with bright eyes, dragging their long tails, erected their bodies, erected their ears, as if they were listening to some moving music, then dozens, hundreds of them Thousands of rats, and these just came out of the town, and more rats are galloping from farther away.

Manit stretched out her hand to pull the broom, and flew out of the window. She saw the streets crowded with black rats, which made people tremble all over. A baby was crying in the distance, and then turned into a woman The screams of the man, the roar of the man, Manit made a few gestures, and the witch beside her rushed out like flying - her flying tool was a huge iron pot, which is also the means of transportation that witches often use One, it is safer than a broom, but the target is also bigger, but in this kind of thing, the iron pot is better than the broom, because the mice climbed up the walls, window lattices, and doorposts like a tide, and jumped towards the witches , there was a crackling sound outside the rapidly rising iron pan, their strength was so great that they almost smashed themselves into meatloaf.

A few mice even bit Manit's skirt. She rushed up with the broom, and then searched in all directions with the other witches, trying to find the flute player, but they couldn't find it. I also met a few wizards riding nightmares. The flames, freezing or spikes they cast caused the witches to fall from the air. Among them was the witch riding an iron pot. Manit watched her being swallowed by rats , couldn't help but shed tears in pain—but she still remembered her duty: "We must leave here immediately!" She shouted: "Tell the sisters, we must leave, these are dark wizards!"

The remaining witches immediately turned around and rushed to the small town of Waterloo. The place was originally quiet and dark, but now it is completely chaotic—rats have completely engulfed every building, and the wooden doorstops that humans use to resist the same kind and beasts The rat's sharp teeth could not be stopped, and accompanied by the palpitating sound, a huge hole would appear in the solid gate in a short while. In a hurry, people used grease, wood chips and fabrics to ignite a fire wall to block the rat's attack. But these abominable things don't seem to feel pain or danger. They rush forward without fear, and the flames burn their hair and bodies. The burning mice are like a group of flames with feet. Desperately pounced on people, even if they fell to the ground, the fire was scattered by them, and the weakened fire was crushed by the tumbling rats, and the humans retreated again and again, they overturned the wine barrels, tables and chairs , burned the stairs - which slowed down the attack of the rats a lot, after all, the rats can't jump that high, but then there was a high-pitched squeal in the room, because there were rats coming down the chimney, they never had a fire Fortunately, not every building has a fireplace in every room at this time. After paying the price of flesh and blood, people huddled in several rooms that were tightly sealed, panting in pain and despair. with.

In addition to the original residents, the people in the small town of Waterloo are the women and children of Brussels, and the French soldiers who were injured in the battle. They are here because of the king's kindness, but now it seems that this has changed. Became their reminder.

"You know..." After seeing the witches hurried back to the town and the rats finally gaining an absolute advantage, the piper put down his flute and said to Hieromenes Bosch beside him: "We are doing A very dangerous thing, sir, wizards have not participated in the wars of mortals for a thousand years."

"While I could put some stupid words on you," Bosch said with that Rubens face, "you should say we're doing the same thing as Merlin."

"So who was King Arthur? Leopold I?"

"He doesn't have the courage, he won't even admit that he hired us." Bosch said: "But the king, if he is not too greedy, Paris is a good place to live, but we don't have to say much now After all, we are still wizards of Flanders. If we continue to stand by and watch the mortal kings, Carlos II or Leopold I, we can only watch this place become a French province. As for what it will become after that, just look at Alsace in Lorraine, those poor people, they were driven out of their homes, displaced, starving, don't you also look at Flanders Are the people of Seoul in such a predicament?"

"Of course not." The Piper said. At this time, several other wizards also returned to them, but except for the Piper who still kept a little prudence and conscience, these black wizards only looked at commissions and other special rewards. (sacrifices and experimental materials) will be employed by Leopold I, and Bosch does not need to waste much time with them.

"Have you seen those witches?" Bosch asked, "I heard that the king of France recruited them? As witches, or as matrons?"

"It doesn't matter," said one wizard, "it seems they have no intention of fighting us."

"I don't care what they mean," said the other wizard, "but it's clear we'll have an extra paycheck."

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"What nonsense are you talking about?!" Manit shouted.

It can be said that she made a decision that was not unpleasant or decisive, but what she didn't expect was that not all witches were willing to leave, to be precise, there were only a few who were willing to leave—the witches hidden in Bohemia. The method is good, but the consequences of doing so are also quite bad. Bohemians are a group of extremely free and uninhibited people. Their laws are like child's play, and their morality is like nothing. What they advocate is passionate love and a wonderful These young witches are either unwilling to give up their husbands easily, or they are unwilling to give up this group of mortals who need help.

"Those are dark wizards! We're going to die" Manit stomped her feet anxiously, she couldn't believe it... Yes, give her a few more months, let alone a dark wizard, with the departure of love, These witches would all urge her to leave, but now, an ironic stubbornness jumped out of these witches.

"How did they appear here?" asked another witch. Manit glanced at her, and she also wanted to know this question. In order not to fight these dangerous dark wizards, they had made enough compromises. In Manit's mind, wait until the mortal army occupied Flanders, and then There will inevitably be a war in the outer world. The king has wizards from Gajola Island, and they should not be needed. She tried every means to get information from Vauban. It is precisely for this reason that if the war ends, the king still does not let them The meaning of leaving must be a intentional breach of the contract.

Unexpectedly, before the king's war was over, they collided with a group of dark wizards.

She glanced at those innocent girls, even if they ran away immediately, there were not many who could get away safely. Manit raised his hand, stopping the witches who gradually changed from persuasion to quarrel—in this room , most of the elders of the Witch Order, and the representatives of the young witches. Manit's expression made them unconsciously lower their voices and then fell into silence—"It's too late." Manit said, she Take out a mirror—produced in Lorraine, which is cleaner and smoother than Venetian mirrors. Manit bit his thumb and wiped it with blood, which immediately showed the scene outside—for a while, the witches thought that It was raining heavily outside, and then they realized that it was huge bugs, they fell on Waterloo like hailstones, and now, let alone brooms, even iron pans can't fly away, unless they can do it like Gayola Island There are not many people who are strong enough to do this, but Manit can, but she will never leave. These witches are all selected by her...

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Both the king and Eralio thought they were going to face a fierce battle, but when they stepped into the half-abandoned church, they saw only a triptych of curses and a black man with a bloody face. The wizard—this slowed down Eraro's scythe for a moment, just for a moment, Rubens was able to let him see his eyes clearly, under the torch, those eager eyes looked at the triptych— The head of Saint-Denis rolled down at his feet, and the head of a doll was biting in his mouth. Because Eraro came too fast, it had to go back and hide in the painting, but who was Eraro? As soon as he retracted his arm, the scythe that was originally swung towards Rubens circled to the lower left, breaking the drawing board on the left with just one click, and a voice that ordinary people could not hear screamed as the drawing board was cut into two pieces After making a sound, the chief judge saw that there were two Saint-Denis on the drawing board, two pairs of attendants, soldiers, believers and spectators, all glaring at him. Almost at the same time, countless people who should not have existed Shadows—it was as if the people in the picture suddenly came to reality, their shadows jumped off the wall, and hundreds of arms were catching Eralio, the king and others.

The king took a step back and pulled out his musket. The Viscount Turenne was faster than him, but there was one, no, two... "Existence," the blue-black kitten said from Out of the pocket of the king's coat sprang, and while still in the air, grew larger than a lion, and a little headless doll fell upside down from the king's boots to the ground, and went straight to the Saint-Denis, who was cut in half by Erratius, pulled his own head back from his head, and while pressing his head on, he bounced and greeted those people with joy and joy. Filthy stuff.

Even though the kitten has become bigger, its movements are still very cute. Of course, it is only for the king and his people. For those creatures of black magic, it is a cruel and greedy predator. A shadow is a bite and then swallowed—the hammers, greatswords, and scythes used by the priests of the Inquisition can tear them apart, but they will soon fuse together again, like The ones in the king's bedroom were even more tricky, because they seemed incorporeal, but the cat caught them like a slow-moving mouse, and if the cat ate them, the black shadow could not be revived.

The doll didn't seem to take much interest in these shadows, it grabbed one, tied it in a knot like one knots cloth, and tossed it either to the kitten or to the priest.

Forget about cats, the priests had mixed feelings when they received such a gift. They looked at Elliott, but the chief judge just shrugged indifferently and cut off the "knot" thrown at him .

Only then did Louis have time to look at the motionless person standing next to the triptych. He slightly raised the torch and found that the other person had a pair of calm and somewhat relieved eyes—a few minutes later, there were cats and dolls. Help, the priests of the tribunal finally dealt with these troublesome shadows, Eralio pretended not to see the kitten jumped back into the king's pocket, and the doll happily sat on the king's shoulder, He walked towards Rubens, looked at the latter for a while, and then stretched out his hand: "Holy water." He said, a priest immediately gave a silver jug, Erarous took it, and after a short pause, poured the clear water into it. The net liquid was slowly poured over Rubens' head.

Being torn off the skin bit by bit is already considered a kind of torture. When his "pigeon" did this, Rubens could still persist, but when the holy water slowly flowed from his hair, he couldn't help it. His whole body twitched in pain, but the effect of the holy water was also immediate. Stubborn oil paint flowed down his face. Although there were many scars, it could be seen that this was not Hieromenes Bosch.

"But he is also a dark wizard, Peter Paul Rubens." Eralio said, "Bosch's disciple." Rubens knew that he was also on the unknown list of the referee, so he was not surprised: "Bosch left."

"Leave, not escape?" Eraro was a little disappointed, because this time the king can be said to use his body as a bait-they almost succeeded in Dunkirk, and of course they can repeat the same trick in Brussels, and do it The ready king and Grand Judge Elliot have been waiting for them—judging from Bosch’s hobbies and good at cursing methods, the most likely is his specialty—there are many people like this, captured by the picture The people and monsters who walked up and down strangled their necks, drained their blood, or contracted a disease. Occasionally, they would leave the drawing board. Before the sun and water cracked and melted their "bodies", they could be like People who act like animals, like Louis XIII, may fall off the horse because the murloc in Bosch's painting caught the hoof of the mount.

"Leaving," Rubens said quickly, "he led a group of wizards to Waterloo."

"Waterloo?" asked the king at once, "what are they going to do to my soldiers?"