I Am Louis XIV

The bloody smell from the tip of Duke Don Juan's nose suddenly became stronger.

The reason why they gave up Carlos II was because, as the black wizard said, the potion that healed the deformed king contained many terrible substances. These blood and internal organs from monsters, monsters and humans would gradually make a People lose their minds, but it doesn't matter to them, there are plenty of kings in history who lost their minds, or were simply idiots.

Moreover, it’s not that they haven’t planned to use deception to sign a marriage contract with the great princess of France when Carlos II is still sensible and can wear that gentle mask. The princess’s dowry is so generous. Dazzling and adult, as long as Carlos II insists on it for a year or two, her dowry can accomplish many major events in Spain-fixing prices, rebuilding the navy, expanding the army, and so on. The princess has also come of age, and Patinho went to meet her in person. Her charming figure also means that as long as she marries, she will be able to have children. As long as the king has an heir, then the French and Austrian Habsburgs will All plans are in vain.

What's worse is that Carlos II knew about this matter somehow, and his sudden visit was self-defeating. The attitude of Louis XIV and the Duke of Orleans, the father of the grand princess, was even worse than when Carlos II was a fool. Be firm, Carlos II was also stimulated by this. Before this incident, he would have whipped the groom or the maid at most-but he would not make the matter so unmanageable.

After Duke Don Juan cut off the tongues of those wizards and priests, they left them all to the mob to appease their anger. If you ask him, they deserved what they deserved. They were the ones who brought the king down, and those guys still wanted to escape. ——But I don't know why, they seem to be unable to use magic suddenly, the wizard around the Duke is a little uneasy, but the Duke doesn't care, anyway, for him as a mortal, magic is not a good thing.

He raised his eyes, and then moved away—the dark wizards said that Carlos II might not live for another year, they came here for less trouble, and also out of pity, this is a king after all, they want , let him mess around, anyway, he will die in a few months.

Who knows... no, it should be said that they are too negligent, their enemies will not think a few months is a long time, look at the good things they have done!

But the Archbishop of Toledo was right. They couldn't wait for the second wave of the enemy's attack, and they couldn't wait for the church to excommunicate the King of Spain. Then, let Carlos II die before the Pope made the decision to excommunicate. Although Innocent XI is inclined to the French king, he will not be completely inclined to Louis XIV. The church has always been self-sustaining and neutral. So, if Carlos II dies, the Pope will not be able to throw a blow to a The point of excommunication.

The people in the room did not continue to speak, and the archbishop did not say it clearly-repeat, it was a king after all.

The Queen Mother did not speak, and the Archbishop of Toledo walked out. As the Archbishop, like Mazaran back then, he always had some small collections in his hand.

"Who will deliver it?" asked Duke Don Juan. He was not really asking who would send the poison, but who would be the possible scapegoat. It would be fine if Carlos II could die here. If someone finds out that he was murdered, then they must hand over A credible candidate.

The archbishop did not speak, he provided the medicine, and other people had to participate in it to conclude the covenant. Duke Don Juan took out a snuff bottle and handed it to the archbishop. Poison: "I have an officer under my command, and his sister died at the hands of His Majesty."

That's all, and if anyone asks, the officer has a motive for doing it.

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The officer was the one who let Queen Antonia go. When he heard someone knocking on the door in the room, he thought that this matter had been exposed, but he was also prepared. After standing up from the table, He tidied his clothes leisurely before opening the door.

When he saw Patinho, he was almost sure, he almost apologized to his master and general first—unexpectedly, Patinho waved his hand, pushed him directly into the room, and then closed it with his backhand He opened the door, because his back was facing the light 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 could it be forgotten," said the officer, "although I respect and love you, but sir, when the day of the final judgment, my sister sits beside the saint, I must continue to stay in purgatory, watching my enemy Crawl out of hell so that he can be melted in the lava with him."

"Then you have this opportunity now," Patinho said. "I will tell you that if you make a mistake, you will be executed as a treason."

"Your words scare me, not because of what will happen to me, but because I can't help but guess what kind of crime that demon committed, so that you no longer continue to protect him."

"You may soon find out, but now," Patinho said, "take this snuffbox up and drip the contents in the man's ear or nose."

"Then, did he die?"

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

"Is it silent, is there no movement?"

"no doubt!"

"I can not believe it!"

"You'll get what you want soon, sir, but hurry, there's not much time! Today, today!"

"I am 120,000 willing to do this."

After speaking, the officer took the snuff bottle, carefully put it in his personal pocket, passed Patinho, and walked out.

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It was just dawn, and with the acquiescence of those in power, the officer came outside the king's suite without any hindrance or any attention.

He pushed the door lightly and it opened. The king's bedroom is at the deepest part of the suite, that is to say, visitors have to go through three rooms to enter the bedroom. The son generally crossed the obstacle and came straight to the king's bed.

The bed of Carlos II is roughly the same as the ones seen by later generations. The four towering bedposts hold up the heavy and gorgeous bed curtain. The thickness of the bed curtain even exceeds the leather armor. Still shining brightly under the light, the room smelled of myrrh and sandalwood, apparently to get rid of Carlos II’s stench—it wasn’t caused by the mud, since very early on, Carlos II’s body There is this disgusting smell like rotting fish and offal.

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

He remembered his promise to take her away from the court, away from the king, whenever he could.

He failed.

The officer collected himself, lifted the bed curtain, 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. , to the big jaw that takes up half of his face, his eyes are closed but his mouth is open, he's panting in pain, not from injury or anything—his chest even when he's lying down Soaring up like a mountain, forcing his head back, strangling his neck, his shriveled arms and calves were exposed, and the ends of his toes swelled like ten berries about to explode.

For a person like this, death would be a relief to him.

The officer leaned forward, and even smelled a hint of grease from the dirty smell. The king's forehead is indeed shiny—someone anointed him with holy oil and performed the last sacrament, so say, wait If he is dead, can he still go to heaven?

He had said mass for his sister and bought indulgences, but even so, it still haunted him that his sister died without a deathbed sacrament.

The officer smiled in the darkness, and poured the poison from the snuffbox onto the king's bed sheet, and took out his own poison, which he had managed to buy from a wizard since his sister's death. , It is said that it can make people die in great pain, just like his bruised and 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 unpredictable.

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When Carlos II woke up, he felt thirsty first.

He first called the servant, but he could only make a small sound. In his anger, he swept everything on the small table beside the bed on the ground, but there was no one, no, he became alert, no! There must be a servant sleeping under his bed, 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 he knows that something is wrong.

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

If the blood was on other people, Carlos II would only be excited, but on himself, it would be bad.

He repeatedly touched his nose, ears, and mouth in panic, and now they were bleeding. He stood up, pulled up the velvet pajamas and wiped his face. He wanted to find a mirror, but then he remembered that he had a It's time to stop looking in a mirror, and without a mirror, especially a French one, he can still lie to himself that he's as handsome and strong as Apollo.

But he wants a mirror now.

He thought for a while, and unscrewed the door leading 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, the room was dark and cold, and there was no breath of living people, so he knew something was wrong.

Carlos II suddenly forgot about the mirror, he pulled down the curtain of the queen's bed suddenly, and rampaged again, lifting the furniture of several rooms in a row, as if he could catch the queen out by doing so, but no, everywhere No.

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

He went straight to the Queen Mother's room.

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The Queen Mother has already changed into black mourning clothes. Although she has always said that her son died long ago and that the person living in the body is a devil, 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 mother temporarily forgot the joy she had when she was fighting for power with Duke Don Juan, the archbishop, Patinho and other ministers, and tried her best to brew her grief. Tomorrow, no, she will be able to send this trouble away today.

Just as she was thinking like this, she heard a loud crash, and one of her female officers pushed aside the servants and ran in, shouting: "It's Your Majesty! Your Highness, it's Your Majesty! Your Majesty is coming here!"

The Queen Mother couldn't help being startled, but she quickly stabilized her emotions: "What's all the fuss about..."

There was a louder collision sound, and the queen mother trembled and looked out.

A servant flew in! Absolutely not intentional, because he was obviously caught and thrown in, he smashed open the door, then wiped the ground, lifted the tables and chairs, and rolled straight to the Queen Mother's feet.

The queen mother saw Carlos II. He didn't seem to be dying. No, it should be said that he looked more energetic and strong than any living person. He blocked another attempt as soon as he stretched out his hand His attendants caught him and threw them to the Queen Mother!

The Queen Mother let out a cry, but the shock was the shock, her reaction was still very quick, not only dodged the attendant's pinball, but also let go of the female officer who was paralyzed by fright.

Leaving the maid and attendants behind, she went straight into her dormitory. Fortunately, there was a door between her dormitory and the small hall.

Carlos II ran to the door. He had long forgotten what he was going to do—his head suddenly hurt, a very severe headache, as if someone had used a head shredder, ah. He remembered that machine and used it many times himself—it was like an iron helmet on the head, but the iron ring above the brow bone made it tighten through the screw behind it, and Carlos II also He creatively used a small hammer to hit the helmet during the torture process, and every tiny vibration would make the prisoner feel overwhelmed with pain.

Now he feels that there is an invisible head crushing machine on his head, the iron ring is constantly tightening and tightening, his forehead creaks, his eyebrows are broken, and his eyeballs are under pressure It kept protruding and might burst or bounce out at any time, his vision was blurred, tears and blood flowed out violently, dyeing the entire distorted face blood red.

He couldn't bear the pain, so he beat his head desperately, banging against the wall, but it was useless, he wanted to ask for help, but the people who saw him just wanted to run away, or scream, every scream Like someone with a hammer...

knock.