I Am Louis XIV

Bruegel returned to his lodgings with the black wizards of Flanders.

This can't even be called a residence, because it's just an abandoned church, and outside the church is an unmanaged cemetery. When they came here, they also sent a lot of ghouls and little monsters—these dark wizards They have always been quite reserved and arrogant, or in other words, under the pursuit and search of the almost ubiquitous Inquisition during the period of the double kings (after the merger of the kingdoms of Castile and Aragon), black wizards can still maintain their own inheritance, Rather than end up as crooks and prostitutes in the Bohemian caravan like the wizards of France, this is already remarkable.

The hateful thing is that the king of France didn't care about the rules and gaps between the inner world and the outer world. Not only did he boldly use himself as a bait, he killed Bosch and his vassals in one fell swoop——Bosch was in the black Although he was notorious among the wizards, he was recognized and followed by many of his kind. His death made the black wizards feel depressed—because they all knew that Bosch was not only dangerous, but also cunning, even despicable, and wanted to kill him. Such a dark wizard is not an easy task.

In addition, it was Louis XIV, whose army combed through every inch of land he conquered with ease like a grate. In the army, there were Italian wizards from Gajola Island and priests from the Inquisition. Intertwined with inhuman forces—because they are all enemies, whether in the city or in the village, the army does not need to consider the feelings of the local residents. When it humiliates the Flanders, And let the dark wizards have nowhere to hide-according to the king's order

According to the law, everyone in Flanders must apply for a so-called identity certificate. One person needs three adult certificates. Those without fixed assets will be strictly questioned, and if a person wants to leave In his own city, such as a businessman, he needs to obtain a license from the French. It is impossible for the dark wizards to walk around the city as they like in the past.

Especially those dark wizards who cover up as painters, bards and alchemists, they find that as soon as they reveal their identities, they will be thrown into prison immediately. If you resist, the sharp police whistle will attract the priests and wizards accompanying the army. Not only are they superior in numbers to the dark wizards who are always alone, but they also despicably ask for help from mortals - black wizards can also be pierced by arrows and bullets, not to mention, those hateful mortals are still there For tricky game, bring in the mortar—hell! Is that something for wizards? Even Merlin, who can turn into a dragon, would feel a headache...

Therefore, although Bruegel immediately started to gather the forces left by Bosch after confirming that his teacher Bosch was dead, there were still only a few dozen black wizards here. Fortunately, although the church was deserted, It's still quite big, but the cold and damp evening wind blows continuously through the damaged glass, and the dark wizards don't even dare to light a fire. A dark wizard who is good at refining potions walks around, selling the so-called " Hot medicine", and it was quickly revealed that it was a plant fruit that the French king got from the colony. After eating it, it would feel very spicy, and then the body would become hot. The black wizard was not ashamed: "Do you want it then?" he said brazenly.

A few dark wizards still bought it. The fruit of this plant can indeed expel the cold air on the body as soon as possible, and it has no bad effect, but these are some wizards who are not deep enough in magic. The skin turns to stone or clay so they don't feel cold.

When Bruegel walked in, they all looked at this dark wizard who could only be said to be a middle-aged man from the outside. Bruegel didn't speak, but walked to the altar—the altar of stone There is no white linen on it, and there is no exquisite sacred vessel, but it can show the beauty of gold... a lot of gold coins, they are the currency used in the entire lowland area, they belong to the provincial mint, and the purity is very high. The value is equivalent to the gold Louis. On the front is an anthropomorphic portrait of Holland, and on the back is a lion holding a sword in one paw and an arrow bundle in the other. They fell from Bruegel's hand on the stone altar like flowing water. An incomparable playwright once described it like this—the luster of gold is incomparable to anything. It can make ugliness beautiful, old people young, and a person with a bad reputation into a saint. but he didn't say, the voice of gold has the same effect, it sounds so sweet, the black wizards are walking towards the altar, Bruegel looked into their eyes, as if he had seen his leader position.

"It's all... true." A dark wizard murmured.

"It was our Prime Minister who took it out of the treasury with his own hands." Bruegel said excitedly. At this time, these gold coins have been piled up on the altar. In the past, these money would not be placed by these black wizards. In the eyes—they always had a lot of business to do in Flanders, but now, their customers were either dead, in prison, or burdened with heavy taxes—the new master The regulations issued do not allow them to dodge and perfunctory. France is like the rising sun, not Spain, which is getting weaker and weaker.

It has been a long time since these dark wizards have comfortably enjoyed a warm and soft bed, a good meal, and a lovely girl. Some of them even have very few materials left to cast spells and curses ——By the way, their bazaar has also been severely hit. Those priests are wolfhounds with a keen sense of smell, and those wizards are foxes like them. Some lairs may not be found by hounds, but for the same kind, they are simply It's like being out in broad daylight.

"That's not all." Another dark wizard asked greedily.

"Of course not," Bruegel said: "Think about what price Louis XIII is, and Louis XIV will only be higher. Everyone, as long as we can succeed, then we will not only get money, contacts, and the East India Company." shares, and an island, which will be our domain.” There was also a king, of course, Bruegel was careful not to reveal a single bit.

The black wizards suddenly let out a burst of excited clamor.

And at this moment, a small laugh came from above Brueghel, although there were many people among the black wizards who were laughing—a cheerful laugh, a weird sneer, and a vicious sharp laugh, but this sound The laughter was still captured by Brueghel, he raised his head abruptly, and a dark wizard beside him also raised his head, "Oh," he was a little nervous at first, and then relaxed, "it's a bat."

As soon as he said this, he saw Brueghel hurl a plume of sulfur powder: "Don't be stupid!" he yelled, "Our barrier won't let even a mosquito in!"

The light of the fire passed through the darkness and went out before reaching the shadow of the bat.

Dark wizards are always used to setting up all kinds of magic traps, obstacles and snares where they set foot, and this church is no exception. It's not that they suffer from the harassment of mosquitoes like ordinary people, but that there are many curses, all through Worms did it—how could there be such a bat in such a place? Bruegel's shout caught the attention of the wizards, and they realized that at some point, the moonlight cast into the church was no longer so complete—they were cut to pieces by hundreds of bats.

They don't know when they came here, silently, hanging on the ceiling of the church one by one, their eyes glowing red like coals that are about to go out.

"If we disturb any noble prince," Brueghel said as calmly as possible, "we will leave immediately, gentlemen, we are just some black wizards in exile, and we have no intention of staying here for long," He glanced at the gold coins on the altar, waved his hand lightly, and the black wizards moved their steps—this is not the time to be stingy with money, if the affairs of the other world can be solved with gold, it can't be more cost-effective .

But as if the death knell of the black wizards was ringing, the door of the church suddenly closed, sawdust and dust fell down, and the black wizard closest to the door was thrown head and body.

Bruegel's breathing paused.

The big bat that was hanging above Bruegel’s head, its body seemed to be melting, slowly hung down from the rotten lampstand, all the way to the altar, and the slender black shadow slowly reappeared It started to widen, but it seemed like an instant, it swelled to the size of the entire church, and then suddenly shrunk—the fire lit up, the cloak opened, and the "person" inside, no, it should be Amon, Zmich's Prince, smiled slightly.

Although Bruegel called them "Prince" before, it was just to show respect, but when he saw Amon, his face turned pale and his eyes turned black—as a black wizard, Bruegel couldn't possibly not know The existence and appearance of Amon—the devils are all lunatics, and although Amon is their think tank, he is also the most insane one. If he had a choice, Brueghel might be more willing to meet the prince of Le Senbai .

"Your Highness..." Bruegel bent down humbly, almost touching his forehead to his knees: "Please forgive our recklessness, Your Highness, we didn't know that this place belonged to you..."

"This place doesn't belong to me." Amon said in an almost kind tone: "You don't know that Zmich's territory is in Livonia." Hi, it’s not that there are dark wizards who occasionally encounter vampires. Although they are both dark creatures, the relationship between wizards and vampires is not good. Vampires regard wizards as delicious food, and wizards need vampire teeth, blood and body for casting spells. , material for sacrifice or curse, but if both sides don't really want to fight, then one side can get away with a little price.

Amon glanced at the dark wizards, and the look in his eyes became more and more strange: "Oh, although I really want to see what you will use to bribe me," he said, "But didn't you think of it? I , and my children are here—it is for you, Bosch’s disciple, Bruegel... for a small deal between me and Louis," Bruegel trembled slightly After a while, he raised his head and waited for Amon to finish his last sentence: "Although it's a bit regrettable, everyone, death is not such a bad thing."

Amon was not surprised to see Brueghel's eyes change from docile or even flattering to fierce and ferocious. The black wizard took a step back, and when he wronged his hands, a handful of bright rays like the sun burst out from between his fingers. This kind of light that is very close to the sun is a kind of poison to the vampires. The bats flew up screaming and rushed out of the church, while the light in the hands of the black wizards was still exploding. Obviously, they were all ready. Prepare with both hands.

A giant bear transformed from a black wizard slammed open the door of the church. The black wizards either transformed into themselves or called out to their mounts. The light followed them closely, although their eyes were also hurt a lot. Great stimulation, almost impossible to open, but it is worth the relief that the vampires are almost blocked far away, and then look at their respective methods - but faster than them is a tumbling mass Thick black smoke, like a long-awaited monster lurking in the darkness, swallowed the black wizards in one gulp, and the light disappeared immediately.

A swarm of bats rushed into the black mist as if falling from mid-air. The sounds of curses, screams and struggles were endless. A handsome vampire dragged something out doubtfully. Under the moonlight, he looked over and over again. , and took a bite to make sure it was a drawing board.

Bruegel's talent is to be able to walk freely in the drawing board, just like he walked from the drawing board to the prime minister's office, he can also escape to a secret and safe place from the small portrait he carries with him, he falls on the ground, caress Unexpectedly, the floor was full of dust, so he took a few breaths eagerly, and then coughed embarrassingly. He stood up unsteadily, remembering that he had stored a bottle of wine here, and fumbled to get it.

"Why don't you light the lamp?"

There was a sound, a little flame jumped from the candle, the wine flew up, and a glass was poured to the brim.

Bruegel looked at Amon in despair. He was sitting on a chair with his arms crossed comfortably. He glanced at the cup, and the silver cup full of scarlet liquid fell in front of Bruegel’s eyes. .

"Since when did the prince of Zmich fall to the point of being hired by mortals?" Bruegel, who knew he had no way out, asked hoarsely.

"Probably because Louis gave me an offer I couldn't refuse." Amon said.

The last thing he left to Bruegel was darkness and coldness.