When Mr. Breyland left Richelieu's residence, he was still a decent man dressed in neatly and shiny, but when he came back, his boots were gone, his sleeves were shaped like a single, his jacket was orphaned, his collar and his shirt were covered with blood and dirt.

He would not have been allowed to meet the king, but Louis just stood at the window and ordered Bonton to bring him up, because he recognized the gentleman who saluted him at the corner of the street.

Bangtang took several servants to scrub Mr. Breylan's face and hands, changed him into clean clothes, and then brought him to the king.

"Ah, it's you," said the king, "I saw you saluting me on the corner, sir, you said I hired you, but I don't seem to remember this."

Breyland was a little nervous at first, but seeing Louis was so kind, he calmed down a lot: "Forgive me for being rude, Your Majesty," he said: "I remember it wrongly. I am not employed by you, but your relatives, hired by the Duke of Cornwall of England. He had several of his confidants stayed in Ireland and asked me to bring him a letter."

"So have you done the job, or haven't?"

"It's done, your majesty," said Clayland. "But my majesty, I have encountered something terrible not far from you, and have to escape back and seek your asylum."

"This is Paris," said Louis: "It is my territory, sir, if you are indeed a loyal subordinate of the Duke of Cornwall, I would rather help you, but can I know what happened?"

Clayland looked around, Louis nodded, so Bontang and some servants retreated, but there were still six reliable musketeers and Mary not leaving.

"I met a vampire, your majesty," said Breylan.

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Breyland was also quite unlucky. As a werewolf, he ran far faster than the best Serra France horse, so he never relied on horseback on land. Today he was about to walk out of Paris first, then take off his clothes in the forest, turn into a werewolf, and rush back to the port. Who knew that the road that was originally smooth was blocked by a burning carriage, and some opponents of the king were shouting hysterically about blasphemy, and he was unwilling to go to clash with the irrational mobs, so he turned to a dark street.

And in this street and alley that was gone, a man wearing a wide-brimmed hat was snuggling intimately with a "famous man". The narrow alleyway was entangled with them and occupied two-thirds of the body. Breylan hesitated for a while, sighed, and decided to change the road again.

"Sir," he said first, "Would you pass by here?" He said kindly, "Oh, this is our fault. I hope you can forgive us, but love always makes people blind, but we have opened our eyes now. Please, please, let us get out of your position and don't waste your time."

Breyland really didn't want to waste more time. He wanted to rush back to Scotland as soon as possible, so that the members of the Presbyterian Church would start to sway between the Duke of Cornwall and the Duke of the Guardian again. He looked up at the sky. If he moved fast enough, he could catch up with the last ship to England. So he nodded to the other party, expressed his gratitude, and walked over.

This kind of alley is only dirtier than the streets. In addition to feces, there are many mice and corpses of cats and dogs. I don’t know who threw the internal organs of sea fish here, and the smell emitted was disgusting.

Breylan couldn't help but hold his breath. The werewolf's keen sense of smell made his head almost crack. He leaned his body and walked past the men and women. Just as they passed by, Breylan met the woman's hand hanging beside him-the cold and stiff hand without a trace of life.

The werewolf turned his head in surprise, and a deformed face quickly expanded in his vision, with sharp fangs stretching out from his cracked lips.

A vampire who dared to come out to find food in the daytime was a bold and daring to come out to find food. This idea swept through Breyland's mind. The stench of the alley paralyzed his perception of the smell of blood, but for the vampire, he probably had recognized his true identity long ago.

They immediately fought together. The vampire's power was not as powerful as werewolf, but Breylan did not dare to transform into a werewolf directly in the Paris neighborhood, which put him at a disadvantage.

At this time, whether it was luck or misfortune, a girl walked into the alley and found the dead woman. She immediately screamed, and more people rushed over. The vampire's face twisted like a hairless bat would never make people mistakenly think that he was a human. The vampire was suddenly panicked and wanted to escape, but was dragged directly by Breylan to the sun. He immediately burned and turned into ashes in his wail.

But at this time, the priests and monks of the Inquisition whom Breyland were most reluctant to meet arrived, and all the troops belonging to them were judged. These soldiers blocked the neighborhood where Breyland was located, and even arranged people on the roof. Then they began to review the people in the neighborhood one by one.

This is a routine operation of the church and the inquisition. Once a vampire or werewolf appears in a certain place, the area where it is located must undergo several cleanings like a comb, and such cleaning is indeed quite effective. When he saw the priests checking everyone's fingers under the protection of soldiers, Breylan knew that something was wrong... Although only vampires appeared here, the churches were not spared the suspicion of werewolf.

Werewolfs in various countries and regions certainly have their own characteristics, but one thing they have in common is that the middle finger and ring finger of each werewolf are the same length. Although it is difficult for anyone to notice this in normal times, the priests can immediately detect the clues as long as the person being examined closes his fingers together.

Breylan's hesitation outside the crowd had long fallen into the eyes of several vigilant monks. As soon as he turned around and left, they chased after him.

"Now they might be wandering outside the door," said Breylan.

"Thank out your hand," said Louis. Breyland had to stretch out his hand under the harsh eyes of the musketeers, so that the king could see his hand clearly. His hand was indeed as long as he said, with his middle finger and ring finger.

"You are wrong, Mr. Breyland." said the king: "The church and the Inquisition are very quick, and they should be asking for an interview with Bishop Mazaran or me now."

He looked at Mary: "Mary, I have a request for you now, I don't know if you can do it."

The king quickly made his suggestion, and Mary ran back to the room immediately and brought a bottle of potion.

"Drink it now," said Louis: "If you would believe me."

"Of course I am willing to believe you." Breylan said, who had also observed Louis for several days, asking him to say that the young French king was not the kind of person who was common to people. Even if he was unwilling to protect Breylan, he would not deceive him with lies.

After the werewolf said that, he drank a whole bottle of potion.

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A few minutes later, Bishop Mazaran brought two priests in black and two ascetics to the king and asked the king to allow them to search for a dangerous werewolf here.

Louis agreed, but: "Don't disturb my mother, my brother, and my guests."

One of the priests immediately stated that they could only look, recite a few verses, and sprinkle a little holy water, not only would they not disturb the Queen Mother and the Duke of Anjou, but also the guests of England, but would also bring blessings and graces.

"That would be great," said the king. "Maybe you can have dinner with us."

The priest was even a little flattered. He thanked the king for his kind invitation. Although he and his colleagues probably could not get out of the heavy work for the time being, he had to sigh at the king's pious and kind heart, and asked him to say that even if it was not a king, but an earl and a general, he had to stop dining because a person suspected of being a werewolf ran into the courtyard. Even if they were not angry, they would not have any good faces to show them.

In this case, the priests and monks could not be too arrogant. They walked through every room quickly, and even the Queen Mother's dormitory was not spared - after all, they had to do it to avoid the royal family members from encountering fatal danger, but to their disappointment, the werewolf did not seem to be here.

When checking the room of the bedroom manager Bang Tang, a monk saw a giant wolf and couldn't help but scream, but the giant wolf didn't move, obviously dead. Bang Tang told them that this was the wolf skin presented to His Majesty the king by Prince Kong Dai. It had been placed at the foot of the imperial throne for many days. However, because he scared a maid a while ago, the king ordered him to put it away, make it into a specimen, and then put it in his hunting hall.

The priests checked the giant wolf. Although its fur still maintained its original plump and heavyness, its eyes were dull and its body was stiff, and it seemed that it was dead for a while. Prince Kong Dai had a human wolf skin, and there was indeed a registration in the courtroom. They told Bang Tang a few words and prepared to leave.

And at this moment, a priest suddenly stopped: "Grate from the Lord's Holy Grate," he smiled and said, "We shouldn't forget this." He raised the holy water, sprinkled a few drops on Bang Tang, and then sprinkled a few drops in the slightly opened mouth of the giant wolf. As soon as the holy water fell into the hideous mouth, a burst of smoke immediately rose up. The priests stared at the giant wolf. It neither closed its mouth reflexively, nor did its muscles twitch or its fur tightened - it was indeed dead, and they really walked away.

It was not until noon the next day that the witch's fake death potion lost its effect. Breylan fell to the ground and returned to human form, gasping for breath. His tongue was bloody and bloody. Fortunately, it was just a few drops of holy water, and he would soon recover.
Chapter completed!