A man, who was only about thirty years old, was sitting on a high-back chair waiting for the duke. This high-back chair, which was completed in the thirteenth century, was the most typical "pope" chair. That is to say, the backrest was particularly wide and composed of three pointed vaults. Then there were three pointed arches on the three sides formed by the chair and the feet. In this way, one could see a total of twelve arches and dozens of thin columns. Above the armrests of the chair, there were curled lines, and the handrails were not allowed. The seat was covered with brocade cushions, and the four corners of the cushion were hung with golden fringes. Apart from this chair, there were no other furniture in the room, only curtains and tapestries, and the wall panels were dark black. On the hanging brass brackets, candles with rich fragrance were burning.

When Duke Larochefuko saw the other direction, he stretched out his hand to walk forward and kissed the ring on the hand. The cold chill from the hand made the Duke shudder.

"Your Highness..." said the Duke stutteringly, and the hand sucked back and waved, "I know what you are going to say," said the Lord: "But no need, Duke, no need, because we have been watching you, my good sir," he said jokingly, "we know what you have done."

The Duke suddenly became weak on his knees and couldn't help but kneel on the ground, "Your Highness...ah, Your Highness..." He begged: "I swear, I can swear to God..."

He realized that he was saying the wrong thing when he heard someone joking and laughing.

"Okay," said the Highness, "Have you really done something? I believe you, Duke. It is not necessarily true that you are loyal, but I do not believe that you have such courage."

This sentence is humiliating to most men, but to Duke Larochefuko, it is tantamount to a pardon. He raised his head gratefully, but when he saw the strange red eyes, he couldn't help but lower his head. "Raise your head." The highness ordered, and he had to look at those eyes again. He saw his own shadow reflected in those eyes, like Duke Larochefuko was immersed in blood. This scene made him attracted with fear and uncontrollable.

"Get closer, Duke." The voice said, and the Duke immediately obeyed the order. He moved his knees and almost touched the footstool in front of the chair. He could clearly see the relief on the panel, which were four oak leaves and doves, and lilies, which symbolized the four gospels; doves and lilies represent the Holy Spirit and Holy respectively--how ironic, such a solemn and sacred chair was occupied by a vampire.

Amon, the patriarch of the Tsmith tribe in the Demon Party, according to the tradition of the blood clan, he is the prince and the parent of all vampires of the Tsmith family. It is precisely because of surrendering to him that Duke Larosfuko was able to maintain youth, have a beautiful appearance, a strong body and flexible skills, and his attraction to women and even some men. It is precisely because of this that Amon does not think he can betray him, because compared to money, honor and faith, what he can give to the Duke is much more important and precious to the Duke.

"You didn't betray us," Amon said. "Then I can only think so, that you have been delaying your meeting with me because you couldn't meet my request."

"Yes." The Duke whispered.

"You don't have to do this," Amon said with a smile. Although dark creatures, including the secret party and the neutral clan among the blood clan, all believe that the Tsmith family in the Demon party are all crazy, from the perspective of appearance and attitude, as long as you don't look at the red eyes, no one will think that this gentle and elegant gentleman who always smiles will be an extremely cruel and cruel monster. But in fact, even the vampires in the Tsmith family have died in Amon's hands. The Duke may not know, but he can feel it occasionally-but the desire for power makes him unable to refuse Amon's gift, even if the other party wants him to do more and more dangerously, "You know I have always been tolerant of you." Amon said: "And sometimes I miss you very much. Although you are not my child, there are not many people around me who can discuss literature with me."

He paused: "Some are too old-fashioned, some are too frivolous."

"I am very honored, Your Highness," said the Duke.

"I know you've always been cautious," said Amon. "Maybe you just don't want to come to see me with your hands, but it's okay, Duke, even if you're just talking to me about some interesting rumors, I'm willing to listen to it."

"What kind of rumors do you want to hear?"

"How about your king, Louis XIV?"

"I can only say he's still a child."

"Inner, or body?"

"Body." said the Duke: "He is still young, but he is already a lion."

“It sounds amazing,” Amon said. “There are rumors that he has not received an orthodox education.”
Chapter completed!