I Am Louis XIV

Of course, this black wizard was not hired by the Austrians on the commission of Queen Antonia—he was the one who escaped from the Louis XIV Named Hospital and was actually a research institute... the experimental product.

This Mr. Experimental Product did not disappoint the king's trust, he gained the trust of his kind easily, and to be honest, if he hadn't known that Louis XIV had many more powerful wizards than him, he would rather be with these people, What a joy, mortals are like livestock tools to wizards, and they are like dirt under their feet to black wizards. This is what black wizards fear the most in the inner world. They have no scruples in their actions.

Even in the most honorable era of wizards, that is, in ancient Greece and Rome, wizards called priests and shamans still needed to find opportunities to sacrifice alive, and now it is almost impossible-even the king can't, All those who were tortured to death were not sacrifices, but sinners.

what a shame.

Mr. Experimental sighed one last time in his heart. The spices thrown into the fire changed the smell unknowingly. A dark wizard who had always been very vigilant suddenly raised his head, but before he could make a sound, he knew He's a good potionist again, and a cunning slip-through (he's from Flandres) and Mr. Experiment has delivered his blade.

The secretly summoned vines entangled the potion master's body, keeping his body upright. Hot blood gushed out from his lower back, taking away his strength and thoughts. He was not without a last resort. But the fingers and waist of the Mr. Experimental who was close behind him were shining with the light of the magic weapon ring—since he got Gayola, the assets of several big families have become the king's private collection. Of course, among them The most valuable things are not gold and gems, but magic items that can be traced back to ancient Egypt.

It is too easy to deal with a black wizard with no background and family. Even if he exhausts his life and magic power for the last blow, it is like an insect and ant. Falling into the mud, no one noticed, even Carlos II who was only a few steps away from him.

In the narrowing field of vision of the first dead man, he saw someone carrying a torch rushing down the high edge of the arena.

He remembered things from a long time ago.

At that time, he was just an apprentice of a dark wizard. Like most apprentices and disciples of dark wizards, he was abducted, but he didn't remember his parents, relatives and friends. The only clear memory was when he got along with his teacher. Over ten years. To say how deep the relationship between him and the teacher is, it is simply nonsense. The disciples of the black wizard have always been regarded as experimental materials, sacrifices, or the teacher's prepared body, and at the same time, they must also serve as hard-working assistants and laborers .

But this is the first time he saw through the teacher's lies.

The teacher said that they were born to be superior to ordinary people; the teacher said that ordinary people fear them, just like rabbits fear wolves; the teacher said that they hide their identities and disappear in order not to be disturbed... He almost believed it At that time, they were discovered—they were in a village, pretending to be a doctor and his disciples, for the sake of an ancient Roman tomb near the village, and for the living population in the village.

There are ordinary people and foolish women in the village, but there is a steward who was lucky enough to serve a priest of the Inquisition. Although the time is short, he has seen real wizards with his own eyes. When he saw their appearance, he was puzzled. When they left to investigate the mausoleum, they secretly looked through their luggage—they were careful enough, but they didn't need any conclusive evidence.

In the village, the word of the steward is very authoritative. When they were still in the mausoleum, the villagers gathered together. They rushed into the half-abandoned mausoleum with torches as they are now, and the torches flashed in the darkness. into a line, and then spread into a red tide.

The tide was rushing towards them, if there were only one or two people, or even ten people, his teacher, a dark wizard who was also famous in the other world, could easily kill them, but——his teacher was very weak at first. Calmly, his potion and curse melted the first person who rushed in front of him, and summoned a few clumsy clay puppets - he also proudly told his disciples before that if such a situation really happened, as long as Destroy the first few, and those stupid mortals will turn and run in terror.

He was right and wrong, and the villagers did panic—while seeing the bravest few melt like candles in the heat, fear made people recoil most of the time, but Sometimes, it also makes people burst out with fierce courage.

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Death didn't leave much time for the first victim. Before he recalled the teacher's screams on the stake, he completely lost the power to think. And when his head was slowly lowered, the dark wizards also saw the crowd rushing towards them.

Carlos II's first reaction was to shout "Guards!" But he immediately realized that he didn't bring the usual guards with him to have a good time tonight. He is a black wizard and a priest of the Inquisition, but he is in Toledo, the center of Spain. He is the king, so how could he encounter any danger?

He has long been tired of the queen mother, Duke Don Juan and the archbishop, and the ministers who restrained and disciplined him. After he returned from Paris, this harsh treatment had relaxed a little-he didn't realize that he had already He was abandoned, but because of the incident not long ago, his supervision began to be strict again. Those attendants selected from the children of noble and close officials, just like Jose, were regarded by the king as his eyes and ears to monitor him.

The king let out a sharp and strange cry from the chair, "Kill them!" Driven by panic and drugs, his eyes were red and his whole body was trembling. He had no other thoughts except to kill these presumptuous civilians .

"Kill them!" Even without the king's order, the wizards and priests thought the same way. They didn't know that the Santo Domingo Cathedral had fallen, and they thought it was discovered by chance—they were not afraid of killing, and Not afraid to take responsibility. Even if these people don't know that this is their king, but after they have sealed all their mouths and eliminated all traces, these people are bandits who dare to attack the king.

Playing and torturing innocents for a long time has given these Extraordinary people the illusion that mortals are fragile, stupid and incompetent bastards.

They, as well as Carlos II, have forgotten that the people they dealt with in the past were all in shackles, without water and food, and spent many days in a dark prison. When they finally saw people, It's also often a weak girl, or boy, against a dozen strong (or specially gifted) grown men.

Sometimes there are several jailers who are good at torture. At that time, the torturers were not able to do it unless they were big men with swollen muscles-Queen Antonia could not strangle poor Bella, such as torture by limbs and wheels , Trojan horses, etc., also need to have enough strength to turn the winch, break bones, and move heavy objects.

Therefore, as the teacher of the potion master encountered, whether it is wizards or priests, their attacks did successfully hit the people who rushed in front of them first, but compared to the thousands of people here, these few The ten people are like the foam on the eggnog, which disappears after a little overturning. Even if they died miserably, except for the most central altar, other places can only rely on the faint light produced by the shaking torches Depending on things, the result is that the deterrence they want has not entered the hearts of too many people.

Instead, their behavior was like adding fuel to the fire, confirming that these people are really wizards or fallen priests!

People shouted one after another, some shouted: "Here!"

, uncle) is dead! "Because they didn't directly see the bloody tragedy, the people who heard it aroused infinite anger and courage. They roared and turned over the rows of stepped seats, raised their weapons, and rushed towards the people in robes .

They don't even need to be identified, civilians rarely wear robes - and if they do, they don't walk out wearing them at this time.

What followed was a chaotic brawl, or a submerged crush. People grabbed a man in a robe and beat him, with a flail on his head, a pitchfork on his body, and a rope around his neck... …Wizards and priests protected Carlos II and wanted to escape, but why did Milady choose the arena? Because the arena is a perfect trap, and people are pouring into the center from all directions, looking for a crack to escape-perhaps it would be possible without Milady and her wizard.

Carlos II seemed to be dazed, a priest next to him suddenly put his hand on his throat, and fell down, a black wizard glanced down hurriedly, and saw the metal arrow tail protruding from the gap between his fingers, "It's a short crossbow bolt! ’ he cried out aloud. "We must get out of here immediately!"

If this was a premeditated assassination...

if……

"No!" Another wizard shouted, they have been forced to sit on the dilapidated emperor's seat, this place is reserved for the emperor or priests, it is a semi-circular platform, because the quality is good, it has been kept until now, the wizards Throw spells to the crowd, blocking the boiling mortals about eight or nine feet around the platform, but they can't leave, their strength is not enough to take Carlos II, even if they want to escape, when the spell is cast It will also be escaped by wizards hiding in the dark.

There was no other way, the dark wizard who watched the priest die looked at the king—something that surprised him happened.

Before Carlos II could persuade him, he shouted: "I am the king! I am your king! I am Carlos II! Spaniards! You are besieging your own king! Do you want to treason!"

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The moment of silence can even make people feel that they have suddenly become a deaf person, and those who are close to the platform suddenly stop and become quiet—before they understand that they are delusional, or that the sinner is talking nonsense. At that time, the people behind were still clamoring and pushing them, but soon, like the surface of a lake broken by stones, the words spread rapidly like ripples, and a terrible silence followed.

People looked at each other, as if they were in a nightmare.

It's a nightmare.

There are already people—not every priest in Toledo is from the Santo Domingo Church and Monastery. When encountering such things, they always have an inescapable sense of responsibility. When people besiege wizards, they use their agility, sharp eyes, and professional knowledge to affirm that this place is an out-and-out black mass. altar.

Those poor wretches who had been disembodied and eviscerated were naked, but their clothes were still thrown aside before they could be burned and discarded, and the shells, the symbols of St. They also found bitter whips and iron thorns tied to the legs, which showed that the victims here were either devout believers or ascetics, a crime that undoubtedly cannot be forgiven or shirked at all.

People's disbelief was not because they couldn't believe that such a crime had happened in Toledo, but because they didn't want to believe that their king was involved in such a crime.

How could it be possible——In their impression, Carlos II was a sick but benevolent king under the whitewashing of the Archbishop and the Queen Mother. After he recovered, his recovery was exaggerated as God's. Enci is a blessed man, and his piety is beyond reproach.

But it was this kind of person who appeared at the scene of a bloody and smelly black mass-people looked at each other desperately, trying to find a reason for him, but couldn't say anything-the Spaniards had expected A king like Charles V reappeared in Spain. Even in Spain's most prosperous period, the commoners had never received any benefits, but no one would want their country to fade away like the setting sun.

The miraculous recovery of Carlos II gave them a reason to cheer up. Although the taxes are still heavy, the work is still hard, and the basic necessities of life are still so difficult...But people are a kind of creatures that can burst out with infinite power when they have hope .

Milady stared at the darkness in the silence. She and Louis XIV had planned for a long time, but they didn't want to face a group of such people when Charles Bourbon inherited the Spanish throne.

They want to completely destroy the Spanish Habsburgs.

She nodded quietly.

Looking down at the crowd, Carlos II, who regained his confidence from the obedient silence, took a deep breath and stood up: "I am..."

A cloud of sludge is coming!

Let's have a joke.

A stupid author, sleeping until midnight with dry eyes, took the disposable eye drops - the kind with sharp incisions after unscrewing, tap the drops, tap the right side, good! click left...

poked in the eye...