I Am Louis XIV

   Chapter 34 The King of Amun

   This sentence made Amon laugh.

"This sentence reminds me of Richard of Plantagenet, though he was not a king when I saw him, but the Duke of Aquitaine, who was as old as your king then, La Rochefoucault, Only eleven years old, just got engaged to the French king's princess Alice, he is the king's third son, people say he can't be king, but I just look at him and know that this red-haired child is like What you said would be a lion."

"And the future is just as you see history," Amon went on. "He killed his father, killed his brother, killed his younger brother, and picked up the crown with his blood-stained hands. on his own head.

He plundered Messina in Sicily, seized Cyprus, conquered Acre, battered Saladin's army at Assuf, recaptured Jaffa, Ashkelon and Darum, only twelve miles from Jerusalem miles of Beit Nubar garrison.

   Twice in a row, once at Verina and once at Fretvala, he defeated King Philip of France, captured his royal choir, and seized countless horses, tents, jewels, and papers.

   He built the castle of Gayon on the Seine, and you can still see it today. "

   "My God, my God," whispered the Duke, "you speak as if you saw it all with your own eyes."

   "Well, if you could go to Aquitaine's castle, you would see me, on tapestries, on book illustrations, on written records.

   I stood by his side when he forced King Tancred of Sicily to pay twenty thousand pounds of gold as a ransom for Messina.

   It was I who testified for them in Cyprus when he decided to make beautiful Belenga his queen.

   He could almost see Jerusalem, when he was about to retake the holy city, and I, too, wrote to John, thousands of miles away, and asked him to start a rebellion.

Finally, when he was shot at the Chateau de Sharou in Limozain, and was almost dying, I asked him if he would turn his back on his faith and go to darkness, and he refused - even so, duke, from my heart I love this child," the vampire suddenly leaned forward, took out a relic box the size of a baby's palm, and opened it to the duke. It was a tight mass, it was hard to say what it was, his nose smelled a strong odor of musk and myrrh, something he seemed to smell somewhere but couldn't remember.

"After he died, three knights followed his orders and sent his heart, head and body to three places for burial. The body was buried at the feet of his father Henry II as a sign of repentance, and the head was left in the Quidan, the heart was given to his queen Belenga, but I kept his heart, as you can see, extracting all the blood in it secretly, stuffing it with spices and pickling it, shrinking it, bringing by my side."

The Duke of La Rochefoucault widened his eyes, and could hardly speak: "But that is against the secret law," he exclaimed gaily: "That is a king, a great king, and you cannot let it be A king can't even convert a would-be king into a vampire!"

"Zmich never has to follow any old rules," said the prince of Zmich, shaking the reliquary in his hand: "La Rochefoucauld, you let me down, I thought that on this huge stage , you were able to give me a great show...but no, duke, nothing, you, and the Prince of Condé, smell more rotten and lifeless than Nofele's."

"Look, I once had a king," said Amon, "but in the end I lost that child, and I still want a king, one who was destined to be the king of a whole nation when he was a baby. The existence of the Lord - you know, so far, I still don't have a desired heir, I want an heir, and he may be more like Richard." When it comes to this, Amon can almost use his enthusiasm To describe it, maybe at first he was just intimidating because of the duke's incompetence, but now, the new idea made him involuntarily excited.

Compared to the poise of vampires, the Duke of La Rochefoucault was terrified. When he came, his worst plan was to lose Amon's favor. He didn't even think about Amon. , he is also just a human, a "thing" that can only be regarded as a tool and food in the eyes of a vampire.

It is not surprising that a duke thinks this way - people of this age have always thought that a noble man deserves extra treatment, no matter if he has been cornered, or what a terrible crime he has committed, even if a king has been sent to the throne. The guillotine, they still stubbornly believed that blood and birth **** talent and wisdom—and now he was really terrified, because all of the things on which he usually depended were suddenly useless.

  If it wasn't for the last remaining sanity to maintain the Duke's demeanor, maybe he would really die here tonight, like those despicable people who have never been in his eyes.

   "But if you do," whispered the Duke, "he will hate you."

Amon glanced at him, the duke's hunch was right, when a new idea grabbed the mad blood prince, La Rochefoucault, the human he once admired immediately became boring. .

"You would think so," Amon said jokingly, "that's because you're still a human, duke. And I don't care if my children hate me, I need an heir, not a lover. "

"Of course," the vampire stretched out his hand and put his hand on the Duke's shoulder: "not now, your fear is too early, my friend, as you said, his soul may have revealed a moving brilliance , but his body is still very young, and we have to wait, time will polish him better, like my Richard - so your task becomes more urgent, Duke, tell Me, are you having trouble, maybe I should have someone else do the job..."

"No no no, my lord, no," said the duke eagerly, "I already have a solution." The fear of death suddenly made his dull mind work violently—in fact, on the way there, he There was this idea, but it was quickly overturned by himself, because it was too dangerous for him, but now that he was standing on the edge of a cliff and could fall at any time, he couldn't care about it.

   "What way?"

"I will go to the Bishop of Mazarin." The duke said, "I will try to persuade the bishop to arrest the Duke of Condé and others as soon as possible. When he is in prison, no matter his reputation, status or life, he will not be in control of others. It's going to be as stubborn as it is now."

   "It doesn't seem like a bad idea." Amon said: "But if it is leaked, you may be executed as a traitor, or if Mazaran is unwilling to protect you, you will still die."

   So this was not my original plan, the Duke thought bitterly.

   "Let's go then," Amon said. "Don't forget, what I expect is a good enough show... Wait."

The Duke of La Rochefoucault stopped, "Don't forget your reward." Amon said, he clapped his hands, and a boy walked in with a silver cup, which contained a black potion, and Amon cut it with his nails He opened his wrist and dripped his own blood into it. There were only three drops. After falling into the potion, the potion immediately turned into a strong scarlet color. Although the Duke still had lingering fears, he still showed greed when he saw the potion. color.

   He held the cup with trembling hands, drank it, and bowed to Amon again.

   (end of this chapter)