The king and his party were finally able to reunite with Cardinal Mazaran and his party in the afternoon of the next day. The town of Versailles was about four Faris (one Fario equals four kilometers) from Paris. There were forests, hills and swamps. Originally, when Henry IV was hunting here, a castle imitating the Renaissance, a chapel, some houses and inns were built - later people gathered here to form several small villages, but there was still only one road where horses could be galloped.

Even after the expansion of this remote palace by Louis XIII, the number of rooms is still lacking. The king, queen mother, brother, cardinal and imperial guards filled the entire second floor, and the ground floor was originally used as stables, arsenals and furniture storage rooms, which became the bedroom for people who were not important enough.

Even the king had to share the room with the Cardinal, but the king didn't care at all. He sat on the chair and the Cardinal walked over and poured him a cup of hot wine. "It's a pity that there is no honey, your majesty." He said, "But drink it, it's good to warm up."

The king took the wine glass but had no desire to drink, and he felt that he needed to be sober.

"You look very worried." Bishop Mazaran said understandingly, he sat down in front of the king. Mazaran was a handsome man with a good appearance, raising a Louis XIII-style beard (the combination of a beard and a goatee) beard and long curly brown hair, a fair face, and the crimson robe added a bit of majesty and sacredness to him.

"We met werewolf."

"Oh, your majesty, yes," the Cardinal frowned: "Werewolf, a group of devils from Serbia, yes, we must pursue this."

"Do you know the werewolf?" the king asked in surprise.

"I thought the werewolf was not uncommon." The bishop raised his eyebrows in confusion. Although the king had not yet been exposed to government affairs, what would never be missing in the court was rumors and gossip.

"But that's just a legend... I mean, fictional, fake, and..." Louis wanted to say fairy tales, but he was not sure whether there was a genre of "fairy tales" at this time. After all, at this time, the concept of children is still very vague. People either regard children as "animals" or as adults: "In short, it is something that does not exist in reality."

"Why do you think so, Your Majesty." The bishop paused, then showed an inquiring look: "Who made you think this way?"

Louis realized that he had made a mistake. Of course, if he was indeed just Louis XIV, a boy born in the seventeenth century, even if he was destined to be the king of France, he would not have the rational perception that an adult who had received decades of materialism education could have hundreds of years later - he would only think that gods, devils, heavens, and hell are no exception, and werewolf.

Although the perhaps only materialist in the seventeenth century now doesn't know how long his rational cognition can last without collapse. "I have never seen a werewolf before - until a werewolf is only as far away from me as a law ruler (a law ruler is about 325 mm).

"This is my negligence." said the Cardinal: "But, Your Majesty, according to people's opinions, you are still young." In fact, neither the Queen Mother nor Mazaran meant to let him get in touch with the outside world and political affairs too early. They were quite indulging him and almost didn't say to him, "Go, go, have fun, let the adults do those troubles."

Although he was an adult, Louis never cared about this. When he was a five-year-old child, he was carried to the throne by his mother. As others criticized, in 1642 years ago, the power of France was seized by Cardinal Richelieu. After Richelieu passed away, the man who managed the country was his mother and Richelieu's heir Mazaran. But he had no disgust towards the Queen Mother and Bishop Mazaran. He had passed away, and the children and teenagers were very clear that what he needed most now was to understand and be familiar with this strange and dangerous world. Although Mazaran and the Queen Mother were very fond of power, without them, the hyenas around probably had already split the young king and brother-in-law - when someone was willing to hide the wind and rain for you, don't complain that he forgot to give you sunshine.

Similarly, Bishop Mazaran was not worried about the king's strange perception. The only thing he had to be sure was whether anyone said something dangerous in the ears of a young ruler to affect his mind, but if that was the king's own thoughts - he was very happy. After all, in this era, the most common idiots who were blindly listening and believing, and would not or not want to think. Of course, if it was a farmer, a merchant, or even an earl, it would be indifferent. To be more outspoken, the church would even hope that there would be more such people, at least the priest who preached could spend less verbal and brain. But a king, especially Bishop Mazaran, who supported and loyal, would rather accept an ending of being cold and exiled than work with a big fool who did not know how to think and judge.

"But." The Cardinal changed his tone: "Since this has happened today, I must also let you participate in a new course in advance. Your Majesty, I didn't want you to get in touch with another world so early. Unfortunately, our enemies don't think so." He sighed.

The king thought about it and he had many questions, but tonight was obviously not a good time to ask questions, "You have said before that these werewolfs are from Serbia."

"The werewolf has their own characteristics." The bishop explained: "The priests peeled off their skins and burned them, and their bodies changed from wolves to humans. This is a sign that only Bohemian or Serb werewolfs have. Moreover, their fur is richer than those of Poland, Hungary and Mordovian. Only Russian werewolfs can match them. However, most of the furs of Russian werewolfs are silver-gray, thick and dark, and only Bohemian or Serbian werewolfs have it."

"So the Turks did this assassination?"

"It's hard to say," said Bishop Mazaran: "maybe it British, Austrian, Spanish, or French."

"This is not news." Louis frowned in distress. Bourbon had many enemies, both within and outside France. Because of this depressing answer, the room fell into a brief silence until the wine was cold. The king raised a finger, "The last question... Mary Mancini."

Mazaran looked at the king gently: "She is my niece," and then he said: "A witch is also."

Although he was prepared, the king couldn't help but shout: "Witch! A witch! Mr. Bishop, Innocent VIII only issued an encyclical to denounce the witch in 1484!"

Mazaran spread his hands: "It seems that your history teacher is quite dedicated. Your Majesty, that adult really hates the wizards." He added kindly, "But the more convincing reason is that the Holy See and the Kings were a little financially nervous at that time."

"Yes," he continued: "This is not something that can be discussed publicly. Your Majesty, many people think that our relationship with the wizards is like water and fire, but the history books of the Holy See always have some secrets that cannot be seen by irrelevant people. Although for a long time, besides war, I don't know what description should be used to express the battle between us and these pagans. But you must never simply call it a war... We are indeed each other's mortal enemies, but sometimes, even the devil, we must dance with him... especially... (He looked at the king meaningfully). When we have to face a major crisis together, those who have not been in contact will never imagine how intense and complicated the situation between the three will be."

He looked at the fire in the fireplace, "A smart man will know that he needs angels and devils, and a foolish man will not let him see the power of the devil, he will throw the angels aside. Sometimes we are helpless, but this is the reality."

"But...she is your niece, that is, your sister... no, don't tell me that you are also a wizard."

"The power of the wizard is deeply rooted in Italy, but my family is just a mortal, no, no, no, your Majesty, the Holy See has not yet fallen to this point." Mazaran said with a smile: "It is my sister's husband. People think he is just a wealthy businessman. In fact, he was born into an ancient wizard family. In the world of wizards, his family has both strength and power. I must admit that I am also very grateful..." He stood up and lit the fire in the fireplace for the king: "For some reason, Mary must leave her parents and come to me, but I promise she is trustworthy, and I believe she has proved this, right?"

Louis nodded. He had previously mistakenly thought that Bishop Mazaran had let her ride with the king and the queen mother to protect his niece. In fact, the opposite, or to be correct, was just one of the reasons: "Did you expect us to be sniped by a werewolf?"

"At first I was not sure, we had established rules, that is, although there are bishops and wizards in every palace, in general, extraordinary power will not appear in the worldly struggles. But when I found that the werewolf in the suburbs of Paris suddenly disappeared..." Bishop Mazaran stared at the flames: "The werewolf tribes have strong exclusivity, and foreign werewolfs will be hated and expelled, but if the outsiders are stronger or have helpers, the native tribes will be wiped out." He made a terrible gesture: "They crossed the line, Your Majesty, I have to let you learn something that should not be touched for the time being at an inappropriate time. I suspect that the situation will get worse and worse in the future - so I hate unruly people."

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It is obvious that Mr. Cardinal thought that this conversation, which only lasted for a dozen minutes, was enough for the young king, after all, the information contained in it was so rich that it could drive an ordinary man crazy. He left, but Louis had completely lost his sleepiness. Compared to his exhausted body, his spirit was as active as if he had given morphine.

What's worse than finding yourself Louis XIV when you were in your infancy?

Of course, for example, it is still a magical version.
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