"You are in line with His Highness Theoderick in this regard," said Louis.

"Yes, the wizard may be in harmony with mortals, but the blood clan is not that possible. You should be the clearest, because you are the kind of person who will pursue the matter with a little threat." Amon said on the candlestick, and the glass eyeballs of the doll were covered with gray under the candlelight, just as Theoderick said, he should have divided a part of the fog and contracted inside the doll's body: "That's what Theoderick is worried about. He knows that you can find it, and then..." He opened his hands: "You will definitely try to eliminate this threat forever, at least in your life. But this is different from the dangers you have encountered from the inner world. Your Majesty, he is also for your own good, and you cannot fight us."

"I will," Louis seemed not to see the doll suddenly show an evil smile and small fangs: "But Amon, have all the thirteen clans involved in this matter this time?"

The doll scratched her face in surprise, although neither the ceramic doll face nor the blood clan would feel itchy: "The last time we did this was the second-generation blood clan. Our parents, you are not qualified yet. Your Majesty, let me just say that the ones involved in the assassination this time were Mokawei and Xinmore. But no blood clan will stand on your side. Whether it is the magic banquet or the neutrality, the power you play in humans cannot shake the blood clan."

"I don't need anyone to stand on my side," Louis pulled another chair and sat down: "Can you drink like this?"

"Yes, but it's better to add some blood." Amon said droolingly: "This shouldn't be too much. Your Majesty, just one cup, and the doctor will take out this blood even if you treat you."

"I don't have that kind of idiot around me." Louis said, "but I can give you a little." He brought a bottle of Brittany's famous sparkling cider, and the golden wine dripped into the blood and turned into a beautiful orange: "How beautiful, I wish you good health," said Amon, "Your Majesty."

The doll was only a little taller than the cup, and it jumped directly into the cup, lowered its head and took a big sip: "Your blood is like a surging lava," it said: "No matter how calm or hard the surface is, it is burning and devastating inside."

"This is the result of me suppressing myself. I want to be a good king. For this reason, I gave up a lot. To be precise, from the beginning, I stood there without crossing the fragile thin line." Louis also took a big sip: "I am not the kind of person who will regret losing it, but Mary's sudden departure still made me feel tired and disappointed. Amon, you and Mr. Theoderick are both princes, and you should be able to understand... When I find that one path cannot be understood, or if it takes a lot of effort and effort to make it work, I will of course give up this path and change to another. Now it seems that maybe I was wrong at the beginning, and some people may not be grateful... No, maybe they understand, but they have never taken bitter medicine, and they will not feel sweet even if it is honey."

The doll Amon laughed twice: "That's true, your Majesty, mortals are like ants in front of you. Of course, you can use the rights granted by God at will."

"Do you and Theodric think I'll take action against the blood clan involved in this?"

"You are a stubborn person, I knew this a long time ago."

"Murcave and Simmor, you said these two names," Louis said. "I know that Simmor's ancestral land is in Oxford, and Murcave's ancestral land is in Toledo, did the Spanish and British deal with them?"

"Yes, Carlos II and Charles II promised to go out for territory and privileges," Amon said the message that Theoderick had never delivered directly: "Your Majesty, each of the Thirteen clans has ancestral lands, but the ancestral lands are almost all parents of each clan, and most of the descendants of the blood clan will be scattered from all sides. You know, we need to eat every day, unless we encounter a situation like the Black Death, the lower blood clans will soon be noticed wrong - they cannot enter the church, cannot use silverware, and are afraid of the sun. But there is a situation, Your Majesty, if he owns the noble surname and territory, his strangeness will be covered by his power and identity."

"Just like the former Elizabeth Bartoli." Louis said that Bloody Mary has two sources in history, one is Queen Mary I of England, and the other is Elizabeth Bartoli in Hungary. Louis saw records about her when he was in the inner world. She was a five- or six-generation blood clan. She was a human before her husband died. She was transformed after her husband died. She thought that the castle had consumed nearly a thousand girls in the name of hiring maids (this is still a record). After being exposed, because of her surname and origin, she was just imprisoned in the castle's own room. It is said that the doors and windows were sealed by bricks and stones. If she was still a human, she would have lived a very painful life, but she was a blood clan, so for her, she was just abandoning some of the less important things.

So for the vampire, if there is a fiefdom, not only will its own food source be easily solved, but it will not be difficult to develop descendants anymore. The nobles have countless quirks, and people can always understand one or two. Even the most troublesome Mass and other sacraments can be "completed" in a small chapel in the castle, rather than completely exposing their true identity in full view of the public.

Nobles with territory can also collect taxes, open courts, hire doctors, raise soldiers and executioners. Their castles are forbidden areas for civilians. Not only are they allowed, even the king's soldiers cannot enter.

"But the only ones who can let you and Theodric warn me are the parents of these two families," said Louis.

"They intend to seek a fiefdom for their direct descendants." Doll Amon showed a strange smile: "I heard that they accused Theoderick of having too close contact with you at the secret banquet meeting to ruthlessly entrusted their guilt."

"Don't they use your deal with me as an example?" Louis said: "You have to go back to Livonia."

"They dare not be enemies with Tsmith." Amon said with a smile, and then he saw the king's teasing expression: "You also said that the blood clan is different from humans," Louis XIV said bluntly: "Your Highness, do you know what kind of existence the blood clan is for me? I don't think the blood clan is a devil or monster. I must say that they are just a new life pulled out from humans. You and Theodric reminded me that the blood clan takes humans as food..." The king opened a small box on the round table with his own hands, "Has humans never regarded their kind as food? You just ingest blood, and we eat more complicatedly, from oil to skin, from fat to brain, from bones to internal organs, we not only eat, but also eat fine, scientifically and formally."

"It seems that Theodric is worried," Amon whined, "You are determined to go against us."

"How could it be," Louis shook his head, "Don't you need order?"

"The blood clan has its own law," Amon jumped out of the wine glass, miraculously without any water stains around his body. Its glass eyeballs were as small as two beans, but they were flowing with a crystal clear luster of evil: "And for the Secret Feast, their law is quite complete, and they will not even look at you, nor will they hear you say a word. If you dare to threaten them, don't think they will accept it as Nofiler."

"There is now 20 million people in France," Louis suddenly said, "more will be more in the future."

"What's the use of more lambs?"

"The sheep can also eat flesh and blood." Louis said: "Why do you need a fief? You didn't need it hundreds of years ago - because humans are developing and developing, and the newborns you transformed hope to still have their original warlock life. Any blood clan can find a place with few people to live in seclusion, but now it's not possible. There are humans everywhere, they are everywhere and they are stronger. Just like wizards, your advantages are becoming weak."

"But at least when you were a mortal, Louis," said the doll Amon, "you will pay for your boldness and arrogance."

"Is it important to me how I am? Maybe I'm dead and France will be in turmoil for a while, but humans will continue to move forward." Louis held the cup: "I don't understand what you are dissatisfied with. I am seeking a future where wizards, blood clans and even all the inhabitants of the inner world coexist."

If the doll Amon was indeed deliberately exaggerating and intimidating, now it is true... His emotions are so complicated that it is about to burst the doll's body: "Can you still let us change the recipe, or sacrifice the first and only sons of human beings to the blood clan like Abel sacrificed God?"

“All you need is blood,” Louis said, “is not life.”

The doll Amon opened his eyes slightly. It was enough to say that the blood clan only needs to take about one to three cups of blood, but in order to avoid leaving traces, they usually kill their prey after the meal. "Are you talking about blood bleed?" It remembered a possibility, but: "We can't take dead blood." The coagulated blood clan will weaken or even die.

"Medical science is developing," said Louis. Amon, not even knowing whether he was joking or going crazy: "Do I know why I have taken a fancy to you at first sight, Louis, what a crazy king!"

"What is strange about this," said Louis: "I can use silk, food and mansion to hire wizards, and of course the same thing to hire veterinarians. Since we and our enemies have turned against the original law, let us be more thorough." He paused: "Of course, I have no intention of targeting all the thirteen clans. I still say the same thing, Your Highness, I hope that my territory and country will follow in both day and night, and I will not put forward too harsh conditions, but France—at least there should be no criminals who have planned to assassinate His Majesty the King."
Chapter completed!