"Uncle Clayland." The Duke of Cornwall shouted: "Why are you here?"

"They want me to come to you," said the giant wolf, which made a deeper sound than the sound of a man talking, with some breathing sounds: "Your Highness."

"Are they those members of the Scottish Presbyterian Church?" Charlie said: "I don't believe them."

"You don't have to believe them, you just use them." said the giant wolf. "The most important thing you have now is to hold a coronation ceremony and become a king."

"I'm still mourning for my father."

"Believe me, the best way to mourn is to hang all the traitors in the square. Of course, if you are sure, you can also pull out their intestines. All the thugs who dare to assassinate the king should end up like this, and even Cromwell should not be an exception."

"Of course." Charlie said: "But now, you see, I don't even have a horse that can get me out of Paris."

"Have you asked the Queen Mother Anne?"

"Please."

"Where is Bishop Mazaran?"

"I've asked for it too."

"Don't they want you to leave?"

"This is exactly what I fear the most. They are said to be in contact with the messengers of the traitors, and I don't know if they will reach an agreement."

"Then go and ask for advice from King Louis of France."

"He's still a child, Uncle Clayland."

"Precisely because he is a child, there may be a precious light on him." The giant wolf said: "Also, don't call me Uncle Clayland anymore. Don't forget that the world of the surface and the world of the inner world are not connected. Those who cross the country without authorization will be punished and attacked by the two worlds."

"So that's the case," Charlie said after a moment of silence: "Mr. Clayland, I'll try it."

The giant wolf nodded and "stand up". His figure changed in an instant, shrinking and elongating. The wolf's long kiss shrank back, his hair retracted into his flesh, and his bones and muscles were quarreling. It was not the first time Charlie saw it, but he still couldn't help but feel a faint pain.

By the time Clayland was transformed, there was only an ordinary man with a strong face and tall figure. If there was a third person in the room, he would have discovered that he was somewhat similar to Charlie Cornwall. This was not surprising, because the Serbian werewolf originally moved from England.

This dates back to 1216 AD. King John Reckland of England was poisoned by a wizard and died. The poison contained wolf-headed grass. In other words, the poisoned person would eventually turn into werewolfs. Soon after, someone heard the desolate and terrifying howls from the king's tomb. The fearful people decided to drag the king's body out of the tomb and perform an exorcist ceremony. The ceremony was held, but the result was not satisfactory. Although the new king repeatedly insisted that his father had rested, someone later saw werewolf wearing a crown and a golden crown wandering in the forest.

The reason why the new king did this at that time was completely understandable, because according to the tacit agreement between the inner world and the outer world, werewolf, blood clan or wizards in the inner world were not allowed to interfere in the secular regime. Similarly, people in the inner world were not ruled by the king or emperor of the outer world. If the new king dared to admit that the werewolf was his father, then he would either be deprived of his heirs by the church and princes, or died under continuous attacks in the inner world, and even his father who became the werewolf would be difficult to escape.

Perhaps King John Rekran, who became a werewolf, also noticed that he not only left England and settled in Serbia, but also gave up his original surname and changed it to Clayland, which is the origin of a series of werewolfs in Serbia.

The Duke of Cornwall watched Clayland put on the guards one by one, "So, what's going on with those werewolfs who attacked Louis?"

Clayland paused a little with his buttoned hands: "They are for you, and your father." He said: "It is said that you can get a pretty generous reward."

The Duke of Cornwall pursed his lips. He was sad for the werewolf. They could be said to be his relatives. Compared with the rebellious princes, the swaying ministers, and the greedy priests, the werewolf in Serbia could be said to have exhausted their last bit of effort for their father and son. Now Uncle Clayland is still mediating for him, making great efforts, and even risking the possibility of being discovered to sneak into Paris. There have just been a major event of the werewolf attacking the king. The church may also have ascetics and paladins stationed in unknown places.

"Your Highness?"

"Uh, what?" Charlie looked up: "What? Sorry, I was a little distracted just now."

"My daughter Louise..."

Charlie shook his head, "Nothing, she's still a child," he said. "Of course I'll be afraid to see the wolf skin with a wolf head, and no one doubts her."

"I think I'd better let me take her away," Clayland said.

"I hope you don't care," Charlie sighed: "Your situation is not suitable for a little girl of five or six years old-fashioned-the war between you and the Hungarian werewolf is not over yet. Leaving her with my sister is safest, at least the king of France has not been arrested and beheaded."

Clayland hesitated for a moment, "Well, if you think this is possible."

"She's a good girl," Charlie comforted him, "we all like her very much, she will be Henrietta's best female companion."

"I hope so," Clayland said.
Chapter completed!