Viscount Tirener didn't believe in the promises of the king at first. It was not that he did not believe in the king, but that the king had always been a child in his heart. No matter how noble a child was, he could not count his words. The Queen Mother and Bishop Mazaran deeply hated everyone related to Prince Condé. He had long expected the outcome he might have and was at ease with him.

Even if he was asked to disarm all his armed forces, he took off his sting sword without hesitation, removed his musket, took out the dagger and the dagger on the table, and to his delight, the officer who supervised him did not rudely ask for a search of him. He was wearing his favorite clothes today, because he guessed that once he was sent to prison or hanged after trial, he might not have the chance to change his clothes, so that he could at least lie in the coffin.

But when he saw the king's first attendant Bang Tang, he was even more surprised. But when he thought of the queen mother's doting on the king, such behavior was not impossible. So he calmly thanked Bang Tang and followed him all the way to a quiet room. As soon as he entered the room, he instinctively looked around, especially on the window for a while. There was a window guard on the window, but when it was opened, the glass was divided into sixteen small pieces from black iron bars. He regretfully withdrew his gaze and saw the king looking at him with a smile.

Viscount Tirena walked forward, took off his hat lightly, and bowed deeply to the king.

"Can I guess it?" said the king, who was still a teenager, with a smile: "Did you think about running away before?"

"If possible," said Viscount Tirener boldly: "I do."

"So why don't you continue to stand outside the city and fight my general, but stand here and think about how to escape?"

"Because Mr. Schumberg said that," said Viscount Tirener, "I immediately bought my soldiers' hearts. If I insist on fighting, maybe some of them would be like drunk fools, pointing their guns at their enemies, but at their commanders. And I did not leave outside the city because of this reason. They entrusted themselves to me, and now they would have to entrust them to others, and no one except me could do it, so I had to come, but I was quite reluctant."

"You call General Schomberg's words a bribe, and I will keep my opinion in this regard, because sir, this is exactly what I want him to say, and this is what I say in my heart."

"What's your heart?"

"Isn't that true? General, the French are fighting the French."

"I knew you were going to blame me."

"It seems you don't think you're doing anything wrong," said the king. "It seems I have to say something to you well to convince you."

"I suggest you don't waste such effort." Viscount Tirener said angrily: "You can't convince me. God chose you, and I chose my friend, Prince Conde, Your Majesty, if you are cruel enough, hang me in the yard. Yes, it's the place you can see with your head tilt, and this is the end of every traitor - what if you are kind?"

"how?"

"You should let me go, like all merciful and tolerant monarchs," said Viscount Tirena. "Give me a horse, a cloak, and a purse full of gold Louis or silver Euge, and return my weapons and servants, and make me happy to go wherever I go."

"Then you will definitely go back to Prince Condai."

"That's for sure. He is not only my friend, but also my master."

"That won't work," Louis said seriously. "I can't let you go back to Prince Conde, because you always feel very tricky when you stand in the enemy's position."

This sentence made Viscount Tirener's serious face reveal a look of pride, but it was soon covered up by shame: "I really don't know how to face your compliment," he said: "In fact, I was defeated, just outside the city," he said angrily: "I am just a defeated general."

"I don't think so," said the king. "I have heard of you before. You are a brave man. You entered the army at the age of twelve. Ten years before my birth, you assisted the Duke of Bernhard to conquer Breschach fortress in eight months. In the second year, you won Turin in the Battle of Piedmont. In the 43rd year, you went down the Rhine and took straight to the strategic fortress Philipsburg and Mainz on the other side. In the 46th year, in the Second Battle of Nordlingen, you forced Bavaria to withdraw from the Thirty Years' War. In the 48th year, you captured the entire territory of Bavaria, and finally came to the Rhine, pointed directly to Vienna, forcing a king to surrender to you... Isn't this a whole lot of things worthy of making you an opponent worthy of fear of others?"

Mr. Viscount was undoubtedly proud that his achievements were so clear to His Majesty the King, but he couldn't help but thrust his chest, and then he felt full of resentment. "Since that's the case," he shouted: "You shouldn't ignore another person."

"You are talking about Prince Condai."

"Isn't it?" said Viscount Tirener: "His achievements are better than me, but you don't care at all."

"So he hasn't received the reward he deserves?" asked the king.

Viscount Tirener was silent for a while. Of course, there was, not only Prince Conde, but even him, when his brother was involved in a case against Bishop Richelieu, and after the Duke's territory was taken back, he was granted the scepter of the marshal. "Then," he said: "Is the guilt that His Highness is blamed for? He deserves?"

“To some extent,” the king said bluntly: “Yes.”

“What does it mean to some extent?”

"That is," said Louis: "he neither admits nor denies, nor causes nor prevents, but he will accept it when he wants to accept it."

"But what if he does have this qualification?" Viscount Tirena asked back.

"If you think so," said the king, "then I'm really going to be disappointed."

“How to say it?”

"You think Prince Kong Dai is more suitable to sit in this position because he is in his prime and has complete thoughts, reason and logic, and great achievements, which are better than a child."

Viscount Tirener hesitated for a moment, but admitted: "You are a good man," he said: "But now France needs a king with a strong wrist, a strong will, and no one will be affected."

"I understand what you mean." Louis said, there is nothing to tell. Everyone knows that the current royal power is not in the hands of the king, but in the hands of the Queen Mother Anne and Bishop Mazaran: "But Viscount Tirena, even if Prince Condé is a saint, he still has a weakness that can never be erased."

Viscount Tirena bowed, "I hope to hear it carefully." But his face was not like that.

Louis thought about it and suddenly turned the topic to a seemingly unrelated place.

"You know we came all the way from Paris," he said.

Viscount Tirener nodded: "Not that, your majesty, I have been chasing you."

This whisper made Louis smile: "Then you can see it too."

"What?"

"Those who hang themselves."

"Hey, you want to say this, I see it, Your Majesty, I hope you are not frightened."

"Not, Mr. Viscount," said Louis: "because I personally interrogated, judged, and watched them hanging on them."

Viscount Tirener was really surprised. He didn't understand what the king meant. Could it be to tell him that he was a cruel man, not a gentle ruler who was so mean? "If this sentence had appeared a few minutes ago," he said, "I would have thought you were intimidating me."

"That's why I'm going to put it here," said Louis: "Another thing, even if you don't want to obey me, I won't hang you, but will only imprison you very strictly."

"Should I say I'm really honored?" Viscount Tirena said helplessly: "But I don't think you are that kind of person."

"That cruel person?"

"No, that stupid person." Viscount Tirena said: "No more ridiculous than using death to threaten a person who doesn't care about life and death."

"That's why I'm going to threaten you with something else," said Louis: "You're too hasty when you chase us, Mr. Viscount, you haven't asked about the charges of these people."

"They must be unforgivable."

"More scarier than you think," said Louis: "Even if you go to purgatory, you can't burn it with flames for a thousand years."

"Please tell me! Your Majesty, I'm ready."

"The first two are robbers."

"It's really abominable!"

"The abominable thing is still behind. Before the war began, they robbed Jin Louis and the silk coat, and when I passed, they robbed people."

"What do they want people to do?"

"Eat, Mr. Viscount, eat like a pig or sheep."

"Heavenly killed!" Viscount Tirena exclaimed: "May the thunder descend from heaven and beat them to death!"

"And, there's more, a father ate his child and a wife ate his husband."

"Isn't it the devil at work?"

"I want to think so," said Louis: "and then we saw a church, what a sacred place!"

"Isn't it?"

"The Queen Mother insisted on going in and praying, and then we found a group of farmers inside."

"No wonder, the Lord protects everyone, no matter how poor or poor."

"But their panic aroused my suspicion, and finally my musketeer found a lot of bones in the storage room, the relic room and the confessional room!"

"God, stop talking!"

"This is exactly what I want to tell you, Mr. Viscount, they hid in the chapel, and when someone passing by came in and rested, or prayed, they rushed up and grabbed the people and cooked them into soup."

“It’s simply unbelievable!”

"There is nothing that cannot be believed," said the king aggressively. "Hunger can make people turn into a devil."

Viscount Tirena stood there, pale: "Are you blaming Prince Condé?"

"I said, maybe he didn't do anything, but the dispute started from him."

"Then can't you end this dispute?" Viscount Tirener said boldly-the king knew that he still maintained his original ideas, and that was the idea of ​​many people who supported Prince Conde, that an adult with self-thoughts was always better than a manipulated child.

"This is what I want to tell you, the greatest weakness of the people you are willing to be loyal to."

"I'm ready, tell me, your majesty."

"There was a king before," said Louis: "before he became king, he had a very similarity to Prince Conde."

"who?"
Chapter completed!