Clayland was unwilling to think about whether Charlie's move had the intention of taking his daughter Louise as a hostage, but even so, what could they do? Although the Duke of Cornwall called him Uncle Clayland intimately, there was almost no blood relationship between them--His Majesty John Reckland was the third king of the Plantain, followed by the Lancaster and the York dynasty, followed by the Tudor dynasty, and after the Tudor dynasty

In the Stuart Dynasty, Charles I was the second king of the Stuart Dynasty. There were more than three hundred years between them. But the Serbian werewolf unfortunately encountered a double sniper from the church and the Hungarian werewolf. He could be said to have no way out and found Charles I. Clayland originally only hoped to find a place to live in England, even if it was to serve or serve as the "annuity" given to the king by the church.

Charles I didn't care much about these werewolfs. He looked at Clayland as if he was looking at a clown. Under the heavy pressure of state affairs, it was indeed a pleasant thing to be able to call a ferocious werewolf like a hunting dog. At that time, not to mention admitting Clayland's identity, he probably did not regard Clayland as a person at all.

Although Clayland is indeed not a human being, he still has all the self-esteem and pride of a person. For the sake of his tribe, he had to endure the humiliation of the king. Charles I, perhaps for the "annuity" - this is another special tax imposed by the Inquisition on the kings and lords (even if they are not willing to obey the will of the church). To put it simply, the werewolf wizards or devils in their territory can be killed or alive. If they really can't pay it, the king will give a huge fine.

Of course, the king, or any bold lord, can be ignored, but the referee will immediately evacuate their territory, so that even if the king and lord have castles and troops, their tenants and merchants will become werewolfs or wizards.

For the werewolf, expelling the old and weak werewolf once a year, or forcing them to die voluntarily, is also a solution to two difficult things - it can reduce the consumption in the clan and meet the lord's demand for werewolf fur.

The Serbian werewolf has actually fallen apart. Clayland was once a strong and intelligent leader, but the bad thing is that he is too indecisive. Of course, a nice saying is that he values ​​feelings too much. He always tries his best to protect everyone in his tribe, but everyone knows that this is impossible, especially those young and strong werewolfs. They are not yet at the time when they need others to pity, and are particularly dissatisfied with Clayland's approach. They either want to compete for the position of the leader or leave alone or in groups.

But what kind of results can the werewolf who have left the tribe and lost their protection? The wolf skin that was stepped on by French King Louis gave the best answer.

Clayland also went to see the wolf skin. In fact, he could smell the smell of his nephew who had just left not long ago without looking. Speaking of which, this young werewolf did not hate Clayland and the old and weak werewolf as much as other werewolfs who left. He just didn't want to die with this tribe that was heading towards destruction - but unexpectedly, he was the one who died first.

Therefore, Charles I's death became the only turning point for the Serbian werewolf. Compared to the cunning Charles I, his son Charles Jr. was just a young man, not cold enough, and a little naive. He did not even question why Clayland did not save his father. Clayland must admit that he watched Charles I being sent to the guillotine with pleasure, but he did not want to surrender to Cromwell. This guardian was a Puritan. In other words, he hated the werewolf wizards or people and things related to the devil. He would never cooperate with a werewolf.

So Clayland chose Charlie Little. When Charlie Little almost died, he and his tribe members rescued the king's son and the heir to the throne of England in time.

Little Charlie firmly believed in what he said, which was why he called Uncle Clayland. He also deliberately asked Clayland's daughter to be his maid, and then his sister's female companion. The generous prince said that this was the treatment a princess deserved. Alas, Princess, Clayland could swear to his ancestors that he had no such thought. He only wanted a small but quiet forest that could allow him to spend the days afterwards with more than one hundred of his tribesmen.

But this was all afterwards. While counting a list of people willing to support the Duke of Cornwall ascend the throne, Clayland walked out of Richelieu's residence while estimating how much practical support he could get. He was wearing the clothes of the guards and not many people noticed him. Only at the turn of the street, a bloody dead dog fell from the sky.

If he was just an ordinary guard, he would have to be hit and stain his clothes. But Clayland was a werewolf. When he smelled the strong smell of blood, he was alert. The dead dog fell three or four feet away from him, and his intestine burst out from his intentionally cut abdomen, which was in a mess and smelled the smell of stinking. Clayland heard someone laughing, and some were mocking someone for being too accurate. When he was in England, he heard that the civilians in Paris, France liked to throw the nobles or guards of the royal family with dead cats and dogs, or anything that could not be eaten. It seemed that this was true.

As he walked, he pressed his keen nose. The streets of Paris were so dirty. The ground he was stepping on was not stone or soil. What was it?

stool.

Horses, cows, cats, dogs, and human feces. Animals urinate everywhere, while people leave feces in the bucket. Housewives or apprentices will carry the bucket every morning, shouting attention, while dumping everything in the bucket on the street. This is why pedestrians try to stay away from homes, or when men and ladies travel together, men humbly leave the lady close to the wall. One is to avoid collisions between carriages, and the other is to bravely leave possible opportunities for themselves to "golden".

No one can clean the feces, nor can they be cleaned. So after years of repeated trampling and crushing of people and wheels, sunlight is exposed and rain is washed away, the residue left behind naturally becomes a new road surface.

Breyran was not walking on the road, but on feces, which made him miss the Serbian forests even more intensely.

As he turned the last turn, about to leave Richelieu behind him, Breyland could almost subconsciously give a last glance to the elegant building, and at this moment, the werewolf's sharp gaze allowed him to see the boy standing in front of a window with embroidered lily curtains hanging on both sides, looking at the street with a serious expression - for a moment he did not expect the identity of this person, but he soon guessed that because the Duke of Anjou, who was about the same age as the boy, was still wearing a skirt to date.
Chapter completed!