Louis laughed as soon as he heard this question.

He looked at Bishop Mazaran: "Mr. Bishop," he asked modestly: "Who do you think I am?"

"Louis XIV," although he had no idea why Louis asked this question, Mazaran replied: "His Majesty the King of France and Navarre."

Then Louis turned to Queen Mother Anne again: "So, mother," he repeated the previous question: "Who am I?"

If it were normal, Anne would definitely answer, you are my dear little Louis, but since Bishop Mazaran has made the right demonstration, she followed, "You are the king of France and Navarre."

Louis nodded and asked all the people present who were qualified to stay in this room—not many, but they were all trustworthy and relied on their corresponding affairs.

Everyone replied, "You are His Majesty the King."

Then Louis leaned gently on the back of the chair and continued to ask, "So Charlie, Duke of Cornwall, who is his father, and who will he be in the future?"

The room suddenly became quiet. Bishop Mazaran frowned and thought for a while before answering tentatively, "His Majesty the King of England?"

Louis looked at the others, and the others also gave the same answer one by one. Only Queen Mother Anne added a little dissatisfiedly: "A Protestant."

Louis patted his mother's hand comfortably: "I know your devotion to God makes you unable to bear a Protestant." He said: "But, mother, we must be aware of one thing, that is, whether it is me, Charles, or any emperor or king, they may be Protestant, or our enemies, but there is one thing we are absolutely the same, that is... we are the only rulers of the country in this secular world."

"And," he looked around, "this attribute is more important than belief, position, and personal grudges. No, it should be said that it is the basis of everything. Without it, we will not have the qualification to continue to exist, let alone others."

He looked at everyone. Although he was only eleven years old, his stern eyes still made many people press the words on their lips... This is too... But when they saw Bishop Mazaran who was calm and confident, and the Queen Mother who wanted to say something but still held back, they still kept quiet wisely.

"I know you must have a lot of opinions. Yes, Charles is not only a Protestant, but England is also our enemy, but today we must accept him and support him until he returns to England and becomes crowned king - maybe you will be confused. Of course, it will be a pleasant thing to be able to laugh at and play with the once extremely powerful enemy, but first of all, it must not be based on rebellion. Any rebellion, especially for the king and the royal family, is absolutely intolerable, I mean, everyone." Louis emphasized his tone: "Even if the Ottoman Turkish Sultan was betrayed by his subjects, I will not be happy or proclaim it or even help his enemy, even if it is an absolute pagan... because I am also a king."

The king's sharp eyes swept across the people present one by one: "All rebellions will be condemned. From today on, I do not want to hear any comments or rumors about Charles I in the palace, nor do I want to see any words that encourage such behavior in newspapers or books, nor do I want to have any contact among you with the traitor of England and the bandit Oliver Cromwell - at this point, I will welcome my cousin Charles and do my best to help him, and hope that you can do the same."

This was the first time that the French court officials had faced such a king. Although his figure had not yet grown up, his thinking... was obviously as organized as an adult, and his understanding and explanation of the term king had reached a height that many people could not reach. Until they entered this room, some people were mocking Charles I and attempting to persuade the bishop and the queen mother to refuse to provide assistance to Charles Duke of Cornwall.

But the king was right. Charles I may be mediocre, but he was a king in any case. Cromwell may be heroic and wise, but he was a minister after all. They could be happy for the death of their old enemies, but they could never encourage such behavior, because they also had kings, and they were born on the king.

The Queen Mother Anne looked complicated. She could understand Mazaran's worries and gratitude. Not every king could understand his meaning and responsibilities so quickly. She knew that she should be happy, but there was always an indescribable pressure that made her unable to let go. Perhaps she suddenly realized what dangerous and magnificent road this huge carriage in France would be driven by her son Louis.

Bishop Mazaran looked at his colleagues with some treacherous sarcastic eyes, but before he could say anything, he suddenly stood up, "Abide by the imperial order! Your Majesty," he shouted firmly, "Ah, Your Majesty, I am willing to obey any orders of yours, and it is so wise and correct! Please rest assured, we will follow your words, for you, even if you are crushed to pieces, we are willing!"

This sudden sudden, let alone the Queen Mother and Bishop Mazaran, even Louis was surprised. He subconsciously looked at the Bishop. The Bishop shook his head. This was not the person he arranged. Then Louis recognized this person. It was at Saint-Germain Anghlai that he sent a large sum of money-raising Mr. Nicholas Fukai, who was in trouble, to reward him. In order to reward him, the cash-strapped king also gave him the honor of hunting with him. However, after returning to Paris, the exhausted king could not remember this person for a while.

Fukai followed the finance director Partichiri Emery, who could be said to be a member, but he was so bold that he could speak before the Queen Mother and the Bishop, which was beyond everyone's expectations. But since he had expressed his loyalty to the king, the king would not scold him for this little thing. Sure enough, the king waved his hand helplessly and let him sit down: "You are a little too rude." Louis blamed gently, but everyone could see that the king was not angry at all: "I should punish you," he looked at the bishop: "What punishment should he be?"

"How about letting him take charge of the Duke of Cornwall's living and living in Paris?" Bishop Mazaran certainly understood what Louis meant: "If he could do as good as he promised."

"Then it," said the king: "I don't need you to be crushed, Mr. Fukai, if you do well, you can still serve me for many years."

Fukai immediately jumped up from his chair, and he saluted the king first, then the bishop, then the queen mother, and everyone in the room.

The financial director Emery's face was pale and pale. Fu Kai's move was undoubtedly climbing upwards on his face. However, the bishop present, the Queen Mother and the King, did not care about him. Emery's background was not high, and he was able to make a name for himself because he was a relative of Bishop Mazaran. In fact, he was just a farmer of Siena not long ago. However, after he came to power, he used his identity and the power of the bishop to gain a lot of benefits for himself. However, after the royal family was forced to flee Paris and came to Saint-Germain Ah Lai, he showed his despicable nature and short-sightedness. He was unwilling to pay the king and the queen Mother, as well as the bishop's daily expenses, which made the entire royal family feel embarrassed. The reason why he could still attend such a meeting was just because he could not find someone who could replace him for a while.

Nicholas Fukai seized this opportunity very well.

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Charles Duke of Cornwall came to Paris, and he was surprised by the treatment he received. After all, he knew that the French Queen Mother Anne did not like him and his father very much, or that of any Protestant, and many people in Paris were the same. This time he arrived, nothing was left except his title and a few confidants. His country was occupied by traitors, his army was dispersed, and his treasury was looted by a group of mobs, and there was nothing worthy of his body.

But his cousin, the official residence, carriage, food and clothing prepared for him by King Louis of France, was like a king, which moved the Duke of Cornwall. On the third day in Paris, he did not care about his exhaustion on the journey and insisted on going to meet the king.

King Louis, as his sister Henrietta said, was a gentle teenager. They talked for a long time, and even when they were dining, they couldn't bear to part with each other until they had to sleep.
Chapter completed!