I Am Louis XIV

   Chapter 434 Return (Part 1)

   The **** aura from Duke Tang Huang's nose suddenly became intense.

The reason why they gave up Carlos II was because, as the dark wizard said, the potion that healed the deformed king contained many terrible substances. These blood and internal organs from beasts, monsters and humans would gradually make a People lose their minds, but to them, it's not a big deal, and there have been many kings who lost their minds or were simply idiots in history.

Moreover, it is not that they did not plan, while Carlos II was still sensible and could wear that gentle mask, they used deception to sign a marriage contract with the Grand Princess of France, whose dowry was generous. Dazzling and an adult, as long as Carlos II persists for a year or two, her dowry can accomplish many great things in Spain - set prices, rebuild the navy, expand the army, and so on. The grand county master is also an adult, and Patinho went to see her in person. The moving figure also means that as long as she gets married, she can have children and children. As long as the king has an heir, then France and Austrian Habsburg All plans will fail.

The bad thing is that Carlos II didn't know how this matter was known, and his sudden visit was self-defeating. The attitude of Louis XIV and the Duke of Orleans, the father of the grand county master, was even worse than when Carlos II was a fool. Be resolute, Carlos II was also stimulated by this, and before this incident, he would at most whip the groom or the maid with a whip - but he would not make things so unmanageable.

After Duke Don Juan cut off the tongues of the wizards and priests, he left them all to the thugs to quell their anger. He told him that they deserved it. They brought the king and those guys wanted to escape. - But I don't know why, they seem to be unable to use magic all of a sudden. The wizard beside the duke is a little uneasy, but the duke doesn't care. Anyway, magic is not a good thing for mortals like him.

He raised his eyes, then looked away—the dark wizards said that Carlos II might not live more than a year, and they did it for less trouble and pity, after all, he was a king, they thought, Whatever he does, he'll be dead in a few months anyway.

  Who knows... no, they're too careless, their enemies don't think a few months is a long time, look at what they've done!

   But the Archbishop of Toledo is right, they can't wait for the second wave of the enemy's attack, can't wait for the church to excommunicate the Spanish king, then let Carlos II die before the pope makes the decision to excommunicate. Although Innocent XI is inclined towards the king of France, he will not be completely partial to Louis XIV. The church has always been self-neutral, so if Carlos II dies, the Pope will not fall into the trap. The point of excommunication of the dead.

   The people in the room did not continue to speak, nor did the archbishop say it explicitly - repeat, it was a king after all.

The Queen Mother didn't speak either. Archbishop Toledo walked out. As an archbishop, like Mazarin at the time, he always had some smug little collections in his hands.

   "Who will send it?" asked Duke Don Juan. He wasn't really asking who would send the poison, but who would be the possible scapegoat. If Carlos II could die just like that, in case he was found murdered, they would have to hand it over. A credible candidate.

The archbishop did not speak, the medicine was provided by him, and other people had to participate in order to reach a covenant. Duke Don Juan took out a snuff bottle and gave it to the archbishop. Patinho took the modified snuff bottle. Poison: "I have an officer under my command whose sister died at the hands of His Majesty."

   That's it, if anyone asks, the officer has a motive to do so.

  ———

The officer was the one who let go Queen Antonia. When he heard someone knocking on the door in the room, he thought it was exposed, but he also prepared himself and stood up from the table. He calmly arranged his clothes before opening the door.

When he saw Patinho, he was almost certain, and he almost apologized to his master and the general first - unexpectedly, Patinho waved his hand, pushed him directly into the room, and closed it with a backhand. The door, because he turned his back to the lights in the room, he couldn't clearly make out the minister's expression, but Patinho's voice was undoubtedly quite depressed: "Do you remember your hatred?"

"How can I forget," said the officer, "though I respect you and love you, sir, when my sister sits by the saint's side on the day of the final judgment, I will surely remain in purgatory and watch my enemies Crawled out of **** so he could melt into the lava with him."

   "Then you have this chance now." Patinho said: "I will not hide from you, if there is a mistake, you will be executed as a sinner of treason."

   "Your words frighten me, not because of what I will do, but because I can't help but guess, what kind of crime the devil has committed that makes you stop protecting him."

   "You may know sooner, but for now," Patinho said, "take this snuff bottle up and put the potion in that person's ear or nose."

   "And then, did he die?"

   "He will die, and your revenge will be avenged."

   "Silent, silent?"

"no doubt!"

"I can not believe it!"

   "You'll get your wish soon, sir, but fast, there's not much time! Today, today!"

   "I am totally willing to do this."

   After saying that, the officer took the snuff bottle, put it carefully in his own pocket, passed Patinho, and went out.

  ———

   It was dawn now, and with the acquiescence of those in power, the officers came outside the king's suite without any disturbance or any attention.

He opened the door with a slight push. The king's bedroom was in the deepest part of the suite, that is to say, people had to walk through three rooms to enter the bedroom. The children generally crossed the obstacles and went straight to the king's bed.

The bed of Carlos II is roughly the same as what people have seen in later generations. Four towering bedposts hold up a heavy and gorgeous bed sheet. The thickness of the bed sheet is even more than the leather armor. The layered embroidery of gold and silver threads is even faint. It was still shining in the light, and the room was filled with the smell of myrrh and sandalwood, obviously to get rid of the stench of Carlos II—not because of the mud. From a very early time, Carlos II had There is this disgusting smell like rotting fish and internal organs.

   This is what the officer's sister complained to him in the letter.

   He remembered that he had promised to take her away from the court and away from the king whenever he had the chance.

   He didn't do it.

The officer calmed down, lifted the bed sheet, and when his eyes gradually became familiar with the darkness, he could see - he saw Carlos II, and he looked at the king very carefully, from the tangled hair to the gray complexion, And then to the big chin that took up half of his face, his eyes closed but his mouth open, gasping in pain, not from injury or anything else - his chest was high even when he lay down It rose like a mountain, forcing his head back and strangling his neck, his shrunken arms and calves exposed, the ends of his toes swollen like ten berries about to explode.

   For such a person, death would be a relief for him.

The officer leaned forward and smelled a tinge of grease from the filthy odor, and the king's forehead was indeed shining—someone anointed him with holy oil and performed the sacrament of death, so wait for him If he dies, can he still go to heaven?

   He did Mass for his sister and bought indulgences, but even so, he was always haunted by the fact that his sister hadn't been able to do the sacrament when she died.

Smiling in the dark, the officer dumped the poison from the snuff bottle on the king's bedsheet, and took out his own poison, which he had been trying to buy from a wizard since his sister's death, It is said that it can make a person die as painful as his bruised sister.

   He has never had a chance, Patinho is very vigilant, he is not the king's valet, and there is only one chance.

   He almost used this bottle of medicine on himself, but... who knows, fate is impermanent.

  ——

   Carlos II woke up first feeling thirsty.

   He called the servant first, but he could only make a small noise. Annoyed, he swept everything on the small table by the bed to the ground, but there was no one, no, he was alert, no! There must be an attendant sleeping under his bed, always ready to serve him.

What about    people?

  Although he is almost irrational and does not have any conscience, Carlos II also has the wisdom and intuition of a beast. He can feel the strangeness in the air, and there is something wrong, he knows.

   Carlos II sat up, something came out of his nose and ears, he reached out to touch it, smelled it, it was all too familiar, blood, fresh, warm blood.

   If the blood was on someone else, Carlos II would only be excited, but on himself, it's not good.

He touched his nose, ears, mouth repeatedly in panic, they were all bleeding now, he stood up, pulled up his velvet pyjamas and wiped his face, he wanted to find a mirror, but then he remembered that he had Time doesn't look in the mirror anymore, there is no mirror, especially the mirror of the French, he can still deceive himself that he is as handsome and strong as Apollo.

   But he wants a mirror now.

He thought for a while, and opened the door to the Queen's suite, which the Queen never had the power to close. As soon as he opened the door, he walked in, wondering if the Queen would jump out of bed in horror, like It was the same as before, but as soon as he entered the room, it was dark and cold, and there was no breath of life, and he knew something was wrong.

Carlos II suddenly forgot the mirror. He yanked down the curtains of the queen's bed, and he went on a rampage, lifting the furniture in several rooms in a row, as if he could catch the queen out in this way, but no, everywhere No.

   "The Queen..." he muttered, he remembered that sometimes the Queen Mother would summon the Queen to spend the night with her.

   He walked directly to the Queen Mother's room.

  ——

The Queen Mother has already changed into black mourning clothes. Although she kept saying that her son died long ago, and that the devil living in the body is now, but even this body will still make her feel uneasy when she dies, but she can What to do, she's just a woman. The queen dowager temporarily forgot her joyous energy when she fought for power with the Duke Don Juan, the archbishop, Patinho and other ministers, and tried her best to brew grief. Tomorrow, no, today, she will be able to send this trouble away.

   Just as she was thinking, she heard a loud crash. One of her female officers pushed the attendant away and ran in shouting: "It's Your Majesty! Your Highness, it's Your Majesty! Your Majesty is here!"

  The Queen Mother couldn't help but be surprised, but she quickly stabilized her emotions: "What's the fuss about this..."

   A louder collision sound came, and the queen mother trembled and looked out.

   A squire flew in! It was not his intention, because he was obviously caught and thrown in, he slammed open the door, then brushed the ground, lifted the table and chairs, and rolled straight to the feet of the Queen Mother.

The Queen Mother saw Carlos II, he didn't look like he was about to die, no, it should be said, he looked more energetic and stronger than any living person, he reached out and blocked another attempt His attendants caught him and threw them to the Queen Mother!

  The Queen Mother screamed, but she was horrified, and her reaction was still very quick, not only dodging the servant's pinball, but also letting go of the frightened female officer.

   She left the female officials and attendants behind and headed into her bedroom. Fortunately, there was a door between her bedroom and the small hall.

   Carlos II ran to the door, he had already forgotten what he was going to do - his head suddenly started to hurt, very severe headache, like someone used a head crusher, ah. He remembered that kind of machine and used it many times - it was like an iron helmet on the head, but the iron ring pressed over the brow bone allowed it to be tightened by the screw at the back, and Carlos II was very good. Creatively beat the helmet with a small hammer during the torture process, and every tiny vibration will cause the victim to suffer.

Now he feels that there is an invisible head crusher on his head, the iron ring is constantly tightening, tightening, his forehead is creaking, his eyebrows are fractured, and his eyeballs are under pressure Constantly bulging, possibly bursting or bouncing out at any moment, his vision was blurred, and tears and blood flowed out violently, dyeing the entire twisted face blood red.

He couldn't bear the pain, he beat his head desperately, banged against the wall, but it didn't work, he wanted to ask for help, but the people who saw him just wanted to run away, or scream, every scream Like someone is holding a hammer...

  Knock.

   (end of this chapter)