It is a coincidence that Sebatisian's friend had a lover on the streets of Turbig. Her father was a stubborn and irritable person, so Sebastian's friend had to sneak through the alley to date her. So when he heard what the prince's servant said, he immediately knew the prince's current location. "It's just that kind of alley can't ride a horse," he said in embarrassment: "Even if you walk, it's very difficult."

"Then we won't ride horses," said the king, then waved his dagger, tore his horse's clothes apart, and wrapped them in soft and beautiful square shoes. They were going to fight, and of course they could not step on wooden clogs anymore. Looking at the market that had been "cleaned", we also know how terrible the streets and alleys isolated from the king's sight were.

The musketeers followed, their horses were handed over to the mayor's custody, and Sebastian and his friends were wearing long boots, saving the trouble, and the king's eyes stayed on their light maroon straps for a while, "Are you officers of the Condé Legion?"

"Not all, your majesty." Sebastian Vobon said proudly: "I am still an intern officer now. I came to Paris because I received the praise from the prince to receive the position of praise and officer."

His friend glanced at the king uneasy.

Louis smiled: "I swear that Prince Condé will be extremely willing to give you this position," he said: "You, and your friends, you will not only receive the reward from the prince for your bravery, but also mine. I have said before that I will give each young man five gold Louis, so do you."

Sebastian's friends squirmed their lips as if they were to say something, but at this time they had to set off, and he had to take the noble master and the musketeers into the nearest street with dejectedly.

Everything was as Louis expected, in places where the king could not see it, it was full of filth and terrible-the roads of the Red Kids Market were just flat soil, there were only mud and pits, and the pits were filled with black water. The indistinguishable waste was the hills of swamps. Maggots and flies were dancing all day long, and all kinds of odor kept pouring into their noses. At most, of course, the hot smell after the feces fermented, and the moldy smell of dried meat.

, or the sour smell of cheese, the sticky smell of the fur after being marinated and fermented, the chilling and straight smell of dead cats and dogs... When they passed by an open courtyard, they saw a woman with a big belly squatting on the pile of coal ash. She looked at every man passing by, continuing the delivery process without any concealment. A baby fell from her skirt, and a lot of dust was raised.

She looked down, lifted her skirt, threw the baby into coal ash, and continued to do her work - washing clothes in urine.

Sebastian almost rushed over, and his friend grabbed him and shook his head to signal that they had something more important.

Louis could only write down this matter. It was not that he could not give the woman some money, but he also knew very well that the dark windows seemed to say that the room was empty, but there were many hungry mobs here. They could hold back only because the king and his group were dressed well, wearing muskets and daggers. But if he took out gold coins, it would ignite the fuse to sin. He knew how terrible the people were when they were crazy. Sometimes they themselves didn't know what they were doing and were completely dominated by impulse.

Fortunately, this small street is often moved by Sebastian's friends. Although it is indeed dirty, rugged and narrow - the widest place only allows two slender women to pass by face to face, and the narrowest place requires the musketeers to raise their hands and move them sideways. Each house is covered. The upper floor slabs directly extend out of the bottom wall several feet, facing the ground of the alley, blocking almost all the light - the scene in the room can be seen from the gaps between the sparse wooden boards, with traces of burning and water soaking, and holes dug out on purpose. Below is a pile of historical feces. It seems that someone regards this place as his private toilet.

Such caps vary in height. Even Louis had to lower his head at the lowest point, and the highest point could only allow them to raise their heads.

The only benefit was that they saved a lot of time. In just a few minutes, they arrived at the place where Prince Conde had an accident. The prince's carriage was lying across the street with loose bridles and no horses. Sebatisian swept across the street with sharp eyes and immediately pointed out where the prince might be. The musketeers officer was not willing to believe him, but Sebatisian argued that he was attracted by his superiors because of his unusual talent in the barricade tactics and recommended it to Prince Conde. He knew at a glance that the carriage was deliberately overturned, and it might be that Prince Conde used it as a protective barrier - there were obvious signs of musket projectiles passing through and cracked in the carriage. He had seen it countless times in Lorraine.

The traces left by these projectiles are almost concentrated on the left side of the carriage, which means that the prince must be hiding on the right side. There is a tavern, antique shop and hard collar shop on the right side. He chose the antique shop without hesitation. "But how do you know that the prince is in the antique shop?" the king asked.

"That's inevitable," said Sebastian. "If it were me, I would have chosen an antique shop. His Majesty, the prince is a brave warrior. In the antique shop, in addition to the jewelry that ladies like, there are also daggers and armor that men like, and he can arm himself immediately."

Sebatisian's speculation was correct. As soon as they rushed to the store, they saw Prince Kongde holding a small shield and holding a stabbing sword, confronting three assassins at the same time.

There is no reason why the Duke of Monponcier is so obsessed with this prince. He is in the thirty years of a man's best, fighting for France for twelve years. His long military life gives him a healthy body and fearless heart. He has a broad forehead, black curly hair spread over his shoulders, his eyes shining with anger, and his neat and white teeth are bitten tightly, but every time he swings his sword, he will roar like a lion.

Because they were so close, the king did not order the musketeers to shoot, but drew their swords to talk to the assassins. The musketeers were all strong and brave young men, and the two helpers who volunteered were not out of weakness, but the narrow and messy shop restricted their performance. Sebastian and his friends followed the king's gesture to help the prince, while the others helped the other two.

Seeing so many helpers coming from the prince, the assassins immediately showed a look of flinch on their faces. Prince Kong Dai showed many times more courage than a pampered person. Even if his enemies escaped, he would chase after him and stab the sword into his back himself, then turned around to fight side by side with the two officers who obviously belonged to the Kong Dai Legion.

They almost pushed the shelves in the antique shop. At first, it was the prince who delayed the pursuit, but later it was the assassins who wanted to get rid of the entanglement of the musketeers. They jumped around in the shop, and anything could be used as an armor and a weapon. The wholesale and retail sounds were endless. Only two musketeers stood by the king and observed the surroundings vigilantly. For them, although they regretted not being able to let His Majesty see his outstanding skills and strength, it was an extremely honorable good thing to be able to protect the king.

When they saw Prince Condai walking towards the king with his sword in his arms, they immediately placed his hand on the musket and the hilt of the sword that threatened him. Prince Condai seemed to realize something. He threw his weapon to the ground and knelt down in front of the king.
Chapter completed!