I Am Louis XIV

   Chapter 475 Backlash (Part 2)

Suddenly, the world was spinning, and the murderer was violently pulled from Gemma. He was pushed to the wall, and just as he was about to shout, a cold dagger stuck to his neck, dealing with a weak and weak man. He was as brave and fearless as Samson (the biblical Hercules) when he was a woman, but as a childish coward when confronted with a man as strong and armed as he was, he shut up .

The visitor turned to the back and had a few conversations in French with someone who was walking in. The light of the candle shone in, and in the dim red light, the murderer saw a face that was both likeable and disgusting - the Duke of Orleans in France , the servant behind him held a candle for him, and he was only covered with a cloak, with a linen robe showing under the brim, and slippers.

"Who are you?" asked the duke, looking at each other with stern eyes, dressed like the Catalans he had seen, black trousers and a white shirt, wearing a dangling top. The hat, the hat has been half detached from his head, making him look very embarrassed: "Assassin?"

The murderer saw the duke move his lips and turned his attention to the attendant who was pressing him. He was afraid that the next sentence the duke would say would be to have him executed. There were many people who could attest to his innocence, and he never dared to harbor any malicious thoughts towards the Duke.

   At this time, a Catalan entourage behind the duke also stepped forward and said that he did know this person.

The Duke felt a little confused. Gemma’s location was really remote, so that even if she shouted, no one might hear her, and it was some distance from the Duke’s room, but there was Prince Theoderic catboy beside the Duke, as a blood clan , he is extremely sensitive to the smell of death and blood. If they are still in the chapel or in a place full of turmoil, Theoderic has to distinguish carefully, but this place already belongs to the Catalans, as the French in Canada The agent of Talonia, the undercurrent is surging around the Duke, but this kind of disgusting thing should not happen.

It's even more strange for the duke to hear that it's Gemma... Anyway, Gemma is the kind of person who doesn't even have the meaning of death, so the duke casually said that he was taking her to France because of the The empathy of a man who doesn't think he or anyone else can get anything out of this poor girl - and Father Clarice doesn't care too much...

Of course, the duke's confusion will be solved for him. When the duke's Catalan entourage asked why the other party wanted to do something to Gemma, he quibbled and said that he was just here for fun... He also gave money and got consent , as for the streak he left on Gemma's neck, it's a "playing style". The young entourage listened, and even blushed a little, he turned to look at the Duke, looking uncertain.

The duke laughed, and his French guard immediately reversed the dagger, struck the murderer hard in the face, knocked him to the ground at once, and then gave him two feet - in the lower abdomen, the severe pain caused him to fall. Both of the man's eyes were turned upwards until he could see the whites of his eyes, and he barked like a tortured pig.

   "Full of lies," said the French guard contemptuously, "do you think we haven't seen the dead?"

Of course they have seen it, and after the wizard, some of the wizard's research on mortals was secretly introduced into the underground research institute. The Duke of Orleans could see at a glance that Gemma's neck was a fatal wound, not a flirt. The slight traces left behind when he asked, "What did Gemma get in your way?" The duke seemed to be asking, but also thinking, he looked at Gemma, who was sitting there, panting blankly, as if he didn't know what was going on. what happened.

He looked at the man again, and the guard understood it. Holding the hilt of the dagger, he smashed the opponent's face a few times, causing his teeth to fly off, so that he could answer the question in a low voice, but don't expect to shout. Yelling to attract people.

The Duke pulled on his cloak, touched his fingers, and took off a diamond ring and threw it in front of him: "This ring is worth about eight hundred livres," he said: "I give you two choices, or you say To be honest, I let you leave with the ring, or..." He possessed slightly: "Either you die as an assassin, and I will seek answers from another person who is willing to hold this ring." He shook his head : "I don't think you are someone who can keep secrets. What you know should be known to others."

The duke's Catalan entourage moved, and the two French guards held the dagger calmly, but after a moment of hesitation, the young man made no sound to stop the man, or question the duke's intentions - In these few seconds, the guard who controlled the murderer simply chopped off one of the murderer's fingers. The murderer fainted from the pain and woke up again - after waking up, he didn't dare to shirk the blame, Not daring to lie to tease the duke, he said something vague... In Spanish, maybe he thinks Gemma doesn't understand Spanish, Catalans have always had their own language.

The duke understands, he is even a little ridiculous... But the fools in the world can always surprise you, this is what his brother and the king said, but this kind of behavior that hides the bells and steals the bell, there will be someone like the Tamarit Senator For such an important person, it can only be said that the bravery and wisdom of the ancestors may not be inherited by the descendants. He made a gesture: "Okay," he said, "I will fulfill my promise, you can go with the reward."

The Catalan entourage beside him understood, his black eyes widened suddenly, he almost thought it was a scam or a frame-up, but this person was indeed the entourage of a member of parliament, even if he was not a confidant, The one who was always by his side.

And he didn't think the Duke of Orleans would do it, the latter was indeed a Frenchman, but he was not as arrogant and ruthless as the Frenchmen mentioned by his parents and elders, not to mention how kind he was to them, just look at his On the battlefield, he had never used any despicable means against the enemy, so he knew that he was a man of noble character.

The murderer clutched the ring tightly and slid away quickly along the darkness under the corner of the wall. The Catalan entourage was sluggish for a while, and without warning, he shoved the candlestick to the French guard beside him, and quickly followed. up.

   "Let him be," said the Duke. "And you, Gemma, are you going to sleep in the corridor outside my room?"

   Gemma seemed to have calmed down, she didn't seem to understand what the duke was doing, but she was also used to accepting all injustices, so she just shook her head.

   "Your Highness, she may only have this place to stay," the guard said.

The Duke    understood what he meant. In this era of strict hierarchy, he could pity Gemma and give her a place in the castle, but he could not satisfy his own sympathy by humiliating others.

   "No one will come again," the guard added.

  The Duke nodded lightly, and they turned to leave, but left Gemma with a dagger and a candle. Gemma waited after this little light, as if waiting for some important result. She waited, and a few minutes later, the duke's Catalan entourage came back, his face contorted and his body thick with blood - given that the murderer had been beaten to death by the duke's guards, it was not difficult to kill him , he walked up to Gemma, barely daring to look at her face.

He also despised this girl, hated the humiliation she brought to her father and brother, and hated her ruthlessness towards blood relatives, but what he didn't expect was that all the root causes were in Senator Tamarit... Although he had also heard that this congressman had mediocre qualifications and was completely incomparable to his ancestors, but he was very ambitious and cherished his feathers - but he was able to do such a thing... How could he... Gemma's father and brother were for He died for Catalonia!

   Someone might insist that Gemma must be guilty of doing something like the devil in any case, but it's certainly not this young man.

He stood in front of Gemma, Gemma was sitting on the ground, but his expression was like he was crawling in front of the girl - he bent down, released his fingers, and let the ring roll in front of Gemma: "You..." He said dryly: "You go," he said, "get out of here... get out... don't, don't come back."

After   , he ran away without looking back as if being chased by a herd of ferocious bison.

  Gemma looked at the ring, remembering when she was a child, looking through the dark door to the brightly lit living room, where sat her father, brother, and…

   She now has a dagger, a diamond ring, and a candle.

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   Senator Tamarit is waiting.

Killing such a lowly girl wouldn't take much effort and wouldn't make any waves. He wasn't worried about any accidents. Even if there were, he believed that his clever entourage would know how to prevaricate, but precious time It can't be wasted. Before falling asleep, he asked for a glass of mulled wine and a girl who helped him to sleep.

Fortunately, in Catalonia, the custom of wandering girls and Mingshu running with the army is still maintained. His entourage arranged a beautiful girl for him, and according to his instructions, let her take a bath first to see if she has any on her body. "Marseille's disease," in the room next to him, rippling and steaming, Tamarit sat contentedly in his favorite chair, staring at the candles and fantasizing.

   Then someone came in.

   He waved his hand lazily: "Come in," he said, "let me take a good look at you."

The visitor brought a fragrant breath containing water vapor, and the steps were light and hardly made a sound, but she did not go directly to the MP, but walked behind him and put a small hand on his shoulder. superior. The congressman was a little unhappy. His noble shoulders can't be touched by anyone, let alone a famous girl? He was about to scold her when he felt a chill on his neck.

   Did she put her hand on his neck? He thought, a burst of anger welled up, he was about to jump up and give her a fist, but his body slackened uncontrollably, hot liquid gushing out from his neck and between his legs, and he opened his mouth wide. , but could only make a hissing sound.

   Then the man turned around and he saw her face clearly.

Gemma looked at the congressman's face seriously, oh, yes, she remembered, this person is the most common person in her family, and the most honorable person, her father and brother respect him, full of trust...they Probably did not expect him to be a more vicious enemy than the Spaniards, and also more cruel.

Member    finally saw Gemma's face clearly at the last moment, but before he could react, he fell into chaos and didn't know anything.

Gemma pulled out the dagger stuck in the MP's neck. As a woman, her strength is not as strong as men's, and she may not be as fast as them, but she is definitely better than MP Tamarit - she has killed many people with her own hands. People, in addition to her younger siblings, many of the people she killed afterward were strong men - after all, not every time she was able to perfunctory through silence and disguise.

   The first time she was almost killed in reverse, but the second time, the third time... She survived not only with her body, but also with her experience and mind.

She took a deep breath, the strong smell of blood would make ordinary people feel sick, but she could only feel pleasure, endless pleasure - she sat on the bed and rested for a while, when she turned her head sideways, she saw face to face From the mirror on the bed, it seemed that the MP was intent on having a good time. She stood up and uncovered her robes in front of the mirror—the mirror from Lorraine was flatter and brighter than the Venetian one, allowing her to see herself clearly even in a dimly lit room.

She saw her face, a young and rough face, then a neck cut open by an ugly scar, and then a body even more unsightly than the neck, she had "Marseille's disease" more than once, with Unable to afford expensive medicines, the girls treated her the traditional way—cutting out the sores, then using a soldering iron to stop the bleeding and remove the toxins, and her body looked like a dice full of dots.

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Father Clarisse woke up the next morning with a strange throbbing in his heart, which he attributed to the assassination of the duke while hunting, but as long as the duke of France did not leave Catalonia, Not the first time nor the last time.

   He said morning prayers, and then, as usual, went to the small hall outside the suite for breakfast.

   Gemma was standing in the small hall.

The priest was taken aback, he didn't understand how Gemma could stand here, although he forgives the sinner on behalf of God and taught her how to atone for her sins, but he would not approach and pity her, so Gemma was not called, Can't come to him.

   Is there something urgent? Where's the Duke?

   As he thought, Gemma handed him a torn parchment.

Father    impatiently took it over and looked down, he saw only a short line of words on it.

   "Do you know what Congressman Tamarit did to my father, brother, my family?"

Father   's heart sank suddenly, maybe for a moment, he couldn't control his expression, but it was enough for Gemma.

   The dagger she had hidden under the parchment had been accurately stabbed out.

   (end of this chapter)