I Am Louis XIV

The Duke of La Rochefoucauld left worriedly. The young man on the side watched him leave, and immediately returned to his master. His eyes were shining under the candlelight, he hesitated to speak, and Amon glanced at him lazily. With a glance, he stretched out his hand, and gently pinched his ear with sharp nails, "What do you want?"

Everyone knows that His Royal Highness Amon, the Prince of Zmich, likes noble, beautiful and intelligent young people the most, and his "children" often pay him such "gifts", and this young man was once the son of an earl Although the youngest son is destined not to be valued like his elder brother, he lives carefree under his mother's skirt like a sweet kitten, even if he is taken to Paris, far away from his parents, in the dark Serving a dangerous vampire, who is still the most special of his kind, makes his boldness extraordinary: "Your Highness." He said excitedly, "Did you just say about our Majesty the King?"

"Yes," Amon said with a smile, "it is our King, Louis, Louis Dieudonne Bourbon. Have you heard of his name?"

"How could I not have heard of it?" Seeing that he was not angry, the boy said boldly: "When I was five years old, my father held a grand celebration ceremony for his birth—if I hadn't come here , Your Highness, I might have inherited my uncle's position and served as a clothes collector for His Majesty!"

"Oh," Amon said, "I've never heard you say that, so," he gently smoothed the young man's fluffy hair with his fingertips: "You don't want to stay by my side anymore. ?”

"I would rather serve you." The young man said tactfully, "But if you want to know something about this His Majesty, I am willing to ask for you."

"Ah, you are willing to be my Mercury." Mercury is the god of commerce in Roman mythology, but also the protector of thieves and liars. Peter delivered the message and completed all kinds of small and tedious but important tasks. When Amon said this, the young man's heart beat even more violently. He was certainly favored by Amon——Amon's blood gave him more power than before. More beautiful appearance, and strength better than a strong butcher, but as the son of an earl, he can't be satisfied with it. As soon as he heard the news about the king, he couldn't hold back his ambition, and came to beg Amon ——No one can understand what the position around the king means. His uncle, who only worked as a clothing officer next to Louis XIII for a few years, has obtained a generous income equivalent to two hundred thousand livres and a rich and wealthy family. His uncle is also the youngest son, and unfortunately only has a daughter. If he can still get the recommendation of the Duke of La Rochefoucauld and the sister of the Prince of Condé, Mrs. Longueville, it is not a big deal to stand beside the king. Difficult.

It was better than simply serving a vampire, stuck in the Bois de Boulogne, or just being an obedient child under his mother's lap, waiting for his elder brother to gift him with some leftovers.

All kinds of thoughts and fantasies flashed through his little head. When Amon's hand was gently exerting force on the back of his neck, the boy offered his throat without hesitation, and the familiar slight tingling sensation came , accompanied by the dizziness caused by blood loss, the bright light flickered and swirled before his eyes, he floated up, higher and higher, over the chandelier, over the roof, and rose to the bright silver moon , he stretched out his arms towards it...he wants to embrace it, although it is so cold and hard...

The boy's hand fell to the ground weakly, and Amon slowly raised his head from between his neck and shoulders. For some reason, human beings always have the illusion that they have the same status as vampires, no matter how dangerous it is Existence can be dealt with by human means, such as deception and perfunctory, but for these alien species living in the dark, except for a few selected by them, other human beings are just their food And toys - this boy is just a pastime for Amon to pass the time when he temporarily stays in Paris... and he is a bit redundant now.

Amon stroked the boy's face for the last time. The boy's face was pale and blue. Amon almost sucked all his blood, so that his plump skin was wrinkled. The prince of the blood clan gave a slight disgust. Holding his mandibles, he turned his head straight down.

"This is yours," Amon said.

He first threw the boy's head behind the curtain, and immediately there was the sound of crackling, cracking bones, and then the body in the darkness.

These small creatures raised by Amon in the shadows are the products of magic and vampire talents, and they no longer know that they have disposed of a lot of "scum" and "waste" for Amon, the Zmihi tribe, and their ally Le Senbai , to Amon, they are much cuter than most humans.

A little monster stretched out its claws protrudingly. Maybe it was just out of blood closeness, or out of excessive greed. Amon moved his foot, stepped on it, and crushed it with almost no force. His current mood is both good and bad.

He almost wanted to go to Richelieu's house immediately to see that boy, was it what he thought, or would it disappoint him again?

he does not know.

The hot blood of the living is rushing crazily in the cold veins, bringing a strange blush to the pale face of the vampire. When he closes his eyes, human laughter and shouts can be heard not far away. It's Boulogne, a fallen place, a... a place that may become hell at any moment. The prince stood up and stretched out his arms. The black shadow behind the curtain flowed towards his shadow like flowing water, and the tall and thin body instantly It expanded and shrank rapidly, and then accompanied by a soft crack, a wisp of black mist rushed out from the invisible gap.

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This wisp of fog almost merged into the darkness of Paris. It traveled east along the Seine, crossed the Louvre, and finally hovered above the Richelieu House. Inside and outside the palace, there are warnings and deterrents - Amon can tear it apart, but it will definitely alarm Eraro, the new presiding judge. Compared with the rigid and regular presiding judge before, this young ambitious Be wary of vampires - because he is sometimes more vile and unscrupulous than dark creatures.

There is another way, that is...

Amon thought he had to wait, but he saw the young king very quickly. It was midnight and everything was silent, but the Queen Mother still walked to Richelieu's residence with the king and his younger brother. Let them kneel with her before God in the chapel.

"What do you want us to pray for?" Louis asked.

"Pray that Bishop Mazaran's actions tonight will be successful," said the Queen Mother.

"What is he doing?" asked the king.

"Arrest the traitor."

"Give me my name." The king insisted, but the queen mother hesitated, but said it anyway.

The three names the king got from the queen mother made him close his eyes involuntarily. Although he had expected it, when it happened, he couldn't help feeling a deep sense of frustration.

He sighed deeply: "And then?" He asked: "Are you going to execute them?"

The Queen Mother jumped up suddenly, as if being burned by a coal, "How is this possible?!" she cried.

Louis' eyes dimmed suddenly.

Condé, Conte, and Longueville, these three people, Bishop Mazarin and Queen Mother Anne wanted to arrest them by means similar to conspiracy, but they were only imprisoned, not hanged or beheaded directly. The king did not He couldn't be sure that the latter would be better than the former. The only thing he could be sure of was that they would soon usher in the hurricane-like revenge of Prince Condé.