I Am Louis XIV

According to people's legends, King Arthur's teacher, Merlin, a powerful wizard, once fought with the witch Vivienne in an instructive competition. Then the witch turned into a black eagle, then Merlin turned into a gray wolf, the witch fell to the ground and turned into a lion, Merlin turned into a boa constrictor to entangle the lion, and the lion Rolling on the spot, she turned into a porcupine with thorns all over her body. As a last resort, the witch turned into a fish and jumped into the water. Merlin turned into an otter and chased after her closely... The competition ended with Merlin's victory , but this also shows from another aspect that wizards can turn into any animal at will.

As far as the book the king read in the other world, it actually said something that ordinary people can't see, that is, Merlin and Vivienne agreed in advance not to become magical creatures, that is, manticores, nightmares and even Fire Dragon, but because of Merlin's sudden fall, he only had Vivian as a disciple. She disappeared after betraying and imprisoning Merlin. Weak and rare, so that they even had to escape into the inner world when facing the attack and persecution of the church after the death of King Arthur.

Even so, transformation is not something every wizard can do. Only a few of the black wizards here can turn into threatening beasts, but as Bosch reminded, white phosphorus with adhesives Although it will stick to them, the transformation of the wizard also means that the body shape has changed. No matter how stubborn the adhesive and white phosphorus are, they need a fixation point... The white phosphorus that is still burning falls from the sky one after another, and the black wizards one after another. jump out.

The turn of events still surprised the mortals—something like a goat, an elk, or a giant snake rushed out of the solid-like smoke, but the wizards of Gayola Island guessed right away. Uncovering their identities, the former waved his arms, dropped spell-casting materials and recited spells—walls, snares, or swamps appeared in the void, and some dark wizards ran into the trap before they even had time to react. Immediately, the dark wizards returned to their original bodies and fought back with cruel and dangerous spells.

This time the king sent a bold officer to Waterloo. Although he was shocked and terrified - no wonder the king told him not to be too surprised no matter what he saw - although people have been rumoring that there are wizards around the king, He glanced at Hood beside him, and Hood, who had returned to the artillery position, was slowly dropping crystal fragments, and the transparent barrier unfolded in front of these mortals: "Okay," he said, "You can go, then It's our job to get down."

The officer glanced at the scene in purgatory, and determined that even if he could activate the cannon again, white phosphorous cannonballs would pour on these wizards who were willing to protect them. Although the church claimed that all wizards deserved to die, he shrugged. The order to retreat was issued.

Hood is not one of those who are "fortunate" to face dark wizards. Although the families on Gayola Island are very strict with middle and low-level wizards, he must also say that these families also value the honor of wizards. To put it bluntly, they advocate power, orthodoxy, and knowledge, and these wizards who have the best talents, best education, and best resources in the past will not push those low-status wizards in front of them ——They walked proudly in front of the dark wizard, their blood boiled for every battle that was coming.

Although there are hundreds of ordinary wizards here, like Hood, they are not real combatants. After they cover the retreat of the mortal artillery team, they take on the heavy responsibility of maintaining the formation.

Hood has been watching the town of Waterloo. When the magic is cast, it will show different colors because of the use of different casting materials, especially those spells that require the use of flames, and the houses that are burning because of flying white phosphorus , he could see them spreading out little by little - perhaps only a few minutes later, a wizard fell from the broom in front of them in a state of embarrassment - he had the same hair on his shoulders as Hood, exuding The fluorescent red ribbon means that he is a wizard belonging to the king. On his chest is the coat of arms of the Mancini family. Half of his body is dripping with blood. There is a gaping wound on his face, and his white teeth can be seen deeply. Difficult to look directly at, "Need help, my lord?" Hood asked.

The young wizard just shook his head and pointed to the tent not far away.

As he brushed past Hood, Hood smelled a strange and... not familiar, but he had definitely smelled it before.

By the time Hood remembered that it was oil paint, the wizard had disappeared.

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The king insisted on waiting on the plains of Waterloo, which is only two and a half leagues away from the town. Although there is a distance, but... It can only be said that this time the royal conquest, the king has almost no one around him who can restrain him. If he Insisting on his own way, it is difficult for anyone to make him change his mind - the only comfort to Viscount Turenne and others is that the chief judge of the tribunal, Eralio, and a dozen or so monks are by the king's side, and Eralio is always smiling , and now was no exception, he sat with his feet crossed on a chair beside the king, completely different from those humble monks—the monks wore coarse linen robes, hoods lowered, and remained silent throughout.

At this moment, there was a slight commotion outside, and it turned out that the king's artillery had returned, and an officer appeared before the brightly lit tent, and saluted the king once, then again, and again after entering the tent , just in line with the etiquette requirements, he raised his head, it was the person sent by the king to fight with Wizard Gayola.

"How's the situation?" The king wasn't just showing off. Even now, he still had a lot of documents to deal with. He only glanced at the other party briefly, and then lowered his eyes.

The officer stepped forward a little bit, licked his lips lightly, as if he was considering his words, and in the next second, his neck suddenly stretched, and his jaw opened like a tear, revealing the sharp teeth inside— —His head seemed to be there before, the place less than a foot away from the king, but there was only a clang, and his fangs bit on something extremely hard——under several layers of exquisite lace was a thin circle The thin steel sheet, which originated from the linen scarf of the Croatian cavalry, has evolved into a thick decoration at this time, so that...Jeromenis Bosch failed to discover the existence of the steel sheet.

Jeromenes was indeed a man of madness, and he might have escaped, but after leaving the town, the star-like tent in the darkness attracted his attention, so he repeated his old trick, disguised himself as a The commander of the artillery company, and sure enough, he almost made it all the way to the king. "Oh, no," said Bosch, "it's you."

The skin on the king's face was flowing like melted wax, and behind that fake face was Rubens, Bosch's disciple.

Bosch didn't hesitate, his body was strangely distorted and faded. If Rubens faded from the appearance of a king like a melting candle, then Bosch shed his mortal appearance like oil paint thrown into water, just blink of an eye, He became a thread of half-set paint, and the tent floor was carpeted, and he just penetrated it, and there was a smile on that almost shapeless face, but the smile was fleeting, because on the carpet The bottom is solid metal.

Bontang may never have guessed that the king's brass tub would have been used in this place, it was knocked open, rolled flat, then welded on again, and under and around the tub were steel shields and armor, some from cavalry The breastplate, some captured from Lille and Charleroi, gave Bosch some time, he could find the gap and slip in, but at this time, Rubens jumped out from behind the table, stretched his arms Arms, seized this hideous thief-the devil who stole his honor, his life and his beliefs, and almost became one with him.

Eralo bared his teeth, lowered his hands, and a huge scythe appeared in his hand. Bosch passed Rubens, and stared at the traitors of the wizards with those eyes that seemed to be painted only with white paint. He might have something to say, but Eraro and the monks who had scattered to the edge of the tent at some point swung their weapons together, the blades fluttered in the air, the candle fell to the ground, and the tent was suddenly dark.

"hiss……"

A few hair-thin rays of light suddenly appeared in the tent, and within a few seconds, they suddenly changed from thin to thick, and finally expanded into one piece—the tent enough to accommodate more than a dozen people collapsed.

"Ah..." Eralio sighed, "This tent is very expensive."

"Ah, shall I ask you for this tent?" said the real King, coming in from outside in the starlight. "On the contrary, I shall reward you well."

"I can only say that I only played an insignificant role in it." Eralio said that Bosch was not good at fighting, but he was deeply disgusted by most of the monks in the referee because he He really knows how to kill - firstly, he always uses curses as a means of threatening and assassinating, secondly, he is always changing his face constantly, and, looking for a scapegoat, the Spanish referee has made wrong judgments several times , and then disgraced when Bosch's work appeared again; finally, Bosch has a lot of little-known magic for escape, just like just now-wizards can get out of water, from fire or with the help of plants or deformed animals to escape, but this is the first time even Eralio has seen a spell that directly turns into oil paint to escape like Bosch.

One third of Bosch's death was because he had a disciple who was finally tired of being tortured and used, one third was because the king was willing to believe in a dark wizard who had cursed him, and one third was because he could It fell on Eralius and his monks.

If it weren't for Rubens, who had a deep understanding of Bosch, they probably wouldn't have thought of setting up such a trap, and if the king hadn't acted decisively, it would be impossible to find so many metal objects.

The monks put away their sickles and worked together to pull the tent away. A servant raised the torch, but then he exclaimed, "It's not very good-looking," Eralio said, "Your Majesty, are you sure you want to see it?"

"I have thought countless times to execute him publicly in the Bastille Square, just like executing any traitor." Louis said that the black wizard killed his father and the king. Even according to the law, he should He was first castrated, then disemboweled, his eyes gouged out, and then he was executed and dismembered. His remains were burned and thrown into the river.

But now the monks of the referee have at least completed the last step, the blood of Rubens and Bosch stays together, and there is a gratified smile on the face full of scars, maybe he has long been tired of being controlled like this After getting the king's promise, he can finally get relief-he may not be able to catch Bosch, although Eraro looks a little unreliable, it's just an appearance-but he is still so He did, it was the way he chose to die.

It is the monks and Eralio's sickle who divided the black wizard's disciple and his mentor into dozens of pieces. When they pulled up the tent, they would inevitably collide with the bodies of the two, so let alone blood , their stumps and broken arms were intertwined together. Fortunately, after his death, Bosch's body also recovered into a solid body.

The monks started to pick up the bodies of Bosch and Rubens, divided them slightly, and worked hard to determine whether it was Bosch himself. After the lesson of the Spanish referee, Eralio, who had been prepared for a long time, took out the body. After drinking the blood of Bosch's descendants, after praying for a while, he poured it on Bosch's unwilling face, and the blood was quickly absorbed, "It's him." Even Eralio couldn't help sighing, .

"Burn them separately," Louis said, and he paused: "Well, if you want, give him..." He pointed to Rubens: "Do a last sacrament."

"Since you ordered it so," Eralio bowed calmly, "Your Majesty, I would like to obey the order."

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When the fire for burning the corpse was lit, the light of the torch was not so bright. Louis stretched his waist. He also stayed up all night. Fortunately, this is Brussels, not Paris. No matter who here wants to see him, He can refuse without any psychological burden.

Wait, there's something else...

"Mr. Eralio." The king called out politely, and Eralio showed a suspicious look. You know, this young king seems to be gentle and polite, but he speaks in such an overly kind tone Generally speaking, it will not be a good thing.

"Speak, Your Majesty, I'm listening." The chief judge said dryly.

"Well, I mean, Monsieur, when we get back to Paris, I'm going to..."

"What are you going to do?"

"I intend to establish a special guard company for the royal family."

Eralio looked at the king. If it was an ordinary company, would it be necessary for the king to tell him: "Why don't you just say that you plan to establish a royal wizard group?"

"Hey, will the Church of Rome agree?"

"Do you think that Mr. Pope died too slowly?" Eralio replied not so politely, "Also, you didn't come to ask for my opinion, you just came to inform me."

"It can be said that." Louis replied without shame: "It is imperative, Mr. Eralio, look! They have come."

Eralio followed the king's line of sight and saw wizards flying towards here.

It's late today, and there is another chapter, which will be updated around eleven o'clock.