Compared to the first time, when they left Paris for the second time, both Louis and the Queen Mother and others had to be much more calm. Although they were still cursing the abominable thugs and relatives, the nobles were much more calm this time. When playing cards, the king asked a little and then realized it laughably. Compared to some poor and humble people who did not keep their eyes on them, Prince Conde, who had initiated the second rebellion of the Stone Party, was also a nobleman and also had royal blood. Even if Prince Conde was more threatening, they would not think they were humiliated.

However, this tolerance is only for the nobles. After all, even if Prince Conde is the king, they will only be coldly treated and rejected at most, and their fiefs and titles will not be shaken at all. And who knows, maybe in a few years, the king will change his attention or have another new king. Look at Duke La Rochefoo, because he was involved in the conspiracy of the palace, and now he has become a guest of honor for Prince Conde. In Bordeaux, he has been unconcealed in pairs with the Duchess of Longeville, like a legitimate couple - although the Duchess of Longeville traveled to Bordeaux for help in order to save her husband and younger brother.

But the change of the throne is not a good thing for the king. Not to mention anything else, the only thing that is in front of us is Edward V of England, the poor young king. He ascended the throne as Louis now. However, his uncle, the Duke of Gloucester, the Regent of King Gloucester (later Richard III) declared that the marriage of the old king Edward IV and their mother Elizabeth Woodville was illegal. A bishop took the initiative to stand up and declare that he had witnessed Edward IV with another woman. The woman was still alive when Edward IV married Elizabeth, so the subsequent engagement was not established. Edward V and his younger brother Duke York also became illegitimate children, deprived of inheritance, and the two children were imprisoned in the Tower of London, and mysteriously disappeared a few months later.

Louis also went to search for the whereabouts of the two children. Some people said that when Henry VII of the Tudor dynasty torture James Teleller, a supporter of Richard III, he admitted that he killed two princes at the instruction of Richard III. They were still in the Tower of London, and the bodies were packed in a small box of clothes and sealed in a niche.

When he saw this result, Louis couldn't help but feel cold all over. He had no doubt at all that if the matter really happened to Prince Conde or Prince Gaston of Orleans became king, he and Philip would have the only consequences. The only comforting thing is that in France, there are certainly enemies of the king, and there are many people willing to support and be loyal to the king, including a young general from the Holy Roman Empire, who led about three hundred infantry soldiers to fight for the king.

Louis once asked Bishop Mazaran whether he could take Prince Conde, Conte and Duke Longeville away, at least he should take Conde away. The bishop, who now has some understanding of his king, suddenly understood what he meant, but as a church member, the bishop who was better at conspiracy and dealings than the battle of swords and guns on the battlefield was in a dilemma. He told Louis that even if they took Prince Conde away, they must treat Conde as if they were treating a prince on the way, because he had no substantial crimes. However, in this way, some people may be shaken by Conde's words and actions, or directly helped Conde escape. It would be better to let Conde and the other three continue to be imprisoned in the Castle of Vasenna, which is still the strongest military fortress in France, and the guards inside are also the most trusted subordinates of the Bishop.

Louis didn't say anything more about this, anyway, there would be facts that would soon be replaced by the fact that he would slap the sometimes too stubborn bishop.

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On the seventh day after the king's convoy winded away from Paris, in a late night, the group came to Vincennes in a carriage. The forest at night was like a light-impermeable cloak, swallowing all the light. Only occasionally could hear the sound of the night owl flapping its wings flying by. The sound of the carriage was so harsh in the dead silence. The janitor of the castle was awakened, and he jumped up and pulled the bell. The guards opened their eyes. They had not been able to sleep well for several nights. After all, everyone knew that Prince Conde and his younger brother, and the Duke of Longeville were in Vincennes. The mobs in Paris, those loyal troops of Conde, or ambitious people like Gaston, could break through the city gates and rescue Prince Conde.

But when they came to the city wall, they felt much more at ease. Only artillery could penetrate such a thick wall. There was no place to climb on the smooth wall. Even if someone could climb up with a ladder, the narrow windows would still make them in a dilemma. They held the light and looked down. The people below also raised the torches. Under the light brought by the burning torches, they first saw the wide-brimmed hats that the cardinals often wore when they went out, and then took off their hats, handed them to the priests on the side, and raised their heads.

"Oh, God," the guard of Wei shouted immediately, "How could it be you? Mr. Bishop!"

Yes, the person who came was Cardinal Jules Mazaran. He was almost the same as when he left. While waiting for the guards to move away the stone bags piled behind the city gate, he kept frowning, showing an impatient and patient expression. The lines at the corners of his eyes were drooping severely. The thin lips, which once destined the fate of countless people, were even tightly pursed. The guards might want to say a compliment or two, but when they saw this, they immediately lowered their heads wisely and took him to the room of the three nobles as required by the bishop.

As the three most important "guests" of Vincennes, Prince Conte, Conte and Duke Longeville were naturally imprisoned at the highest point of the main tower of Vincennes Castle. Looking down from the tower, you can almost overlook the entire Paris. As the guards said, only the birds could talk to His Royal Highness. There was also a square wall around the main tower. The stone bricks on the tower body had no gaps, and the windows were narrow and sparse. After Prince Conte arrived, the guards also sealed some windows below thirty feet.

Prince Conde was also surprised when he saw Bishop Mazaran, but apart from surprise, the proud prince and general did not show much emotion. Perhaps in his heart, no matter how he climbed to such a position, he would always be a priest from a humble background. Compared with Prince Conde, his younger brother Conte performed much worse. As soon as he saw the bishop, he thought that the bishop might have brought people to execute them. When the bishop asked them to go with him, Conte even shouted loudly and refused to obey. He grabbed a candlestick and waved it, swearing that he would never die silently like a coward.

The wax oil wrapped in Mars and landed on the carpet, almost causing a small fire. Fortunately, the Duke of Longeville was there, and he used a bottle of wine to avoid the tragedy of being burned to death first, and then used an empty bottle to calm Prince Conte, at least like a decent person.

Bishop Mazaran took them away from the main tower and the castle. When he boarded the carriage, Prince Conde looked around. There were not many people brought by the current bishop. He glanced at Duke Longeville. Although he would not shout and scream as embarrassingly as Prince Conte, it did not mean that they would be willing to die.

When the carriage was getting slower and slower, he finally stopped in a clearing in the Vincennes Forest, Prince Condé was asked to get out of the carriage. He jumped out of the carriage. In the castle, the treatment he received was still the same as a prince should have, silk shirts, wine, meat chops, golden bread and carpets, soft beds, etc., without trivial worries, no assassination or conspiracy, he even gained a little weight. He is now very healthy and energetic. Bishop Mazaran was standing opposite him, less than six feet away, and Prince Condé could catch him.

The Duke of Longeville thought so, and he moved his foot and walked to one side to block the bishop's way.

The Bishop seemed to have no idea. He smiled slightly at Prince Conde, raised his hand and lifted his wide-brimmed hat, threw it on the ground, then unbuttoned, took off the bright red robe, and stepped on it. At this time, even the stupidest Prince Conte knew that something was wrong... Even the ridiculous priest would not do this, because the robe was the best decoration, weapons and armor for them.

Finally, Mazaran, or a guy who didn't know what it was, raised his hand and pressed it on his face, and then gently moved it away, as if he had removed an invisible mask. Prince Kong Dai and others saw a completely unfamiliar face. His head was hanging down to his shoulders, almost grayish-white, and his eyes were like the darkest ruby ​​they had ever seen.

Prince Kong Dai couldn't help but take a step back when he realized that he was facing a non-human.

"Nothing scary, Your Highness," said the vampire. "It's a privilege to be able to serve you."
Chapter completed!