Mrs. Montespan was satisfied that she knew the king very well and denied all the charges read by Balas, and Father Ansemor did not have real evidence to prove that she knew the entire ceremony well - even if the latter was true. However, even if she admitted that she knew the content of the Mass, the charges she received would not kill her. As mentioned before, the Mass was presided over by the priest. In order to ensure the mystery and gain the trust of this noble lady, he intended to render the process extremely complicated, mysterious and unpredictable, and all the materials were prepared by him and the assistant sacrifice.

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However, the king never stings with his money and power in this regard. The wizards in the world can even face Nofile with his support, let alone those dark wizards who are empty and have no place to live. Ten years after the king took power, the world of Paris was cleared, and the slums were also banned, and the street lights were bright on the streets. Everyone (including those tourists) had to register their identities as soon as they entered Paris, and they also needed a guarantor to live for a long time. The rampant criminal acts in the past gradually disappeared, so that young people today were surprised to hear their parents saying that when the sun sets, they would hide in their homes, so as not to be killed.

Under such a severe blow, even doctors could not buy corpses for medical research from others. Although their original intention was good, there were always people who took risks for money, especially when the fresher the corpse was, the more valuable it was. No one knew whether a corpse with a broken head and a broken neck really fell or that he ended himself in pain and despair.

So even Father Ansemor, the only crimes he has to bear are three crimes of blasphemy of the body, invading private homesteads (cemetery), stealing and polluting other people's belongings (cross and altars were stolen from the church). Even if these three crimes are added together, they will not let him die. Mrs. Montespan said it is right, it is illegal to hold a black mass in the king's code.

Father Ansemor became soft on the ground when he heard the verdict, not fear, but joy. He wanted to go to Lorraine's mine to serve ten years of hard labor, which is also one of the usual ways of punishing these non-humans. After all, Lorraine may be the most wizard-intensive area among several port cities, second only to Paris, Versailles and Calais. A group of wizards who do not like to fight remained there, and together with scholars, he contributed bricks and tiles to the king's treasury and let them supervise the wizards, werewolf and blood clan criminals.

The wizard's physique has always been higher than that of mortals, and his lifespan is the same. Father Ansemor is only forty or fifty years old. After ten years of hard labor, he can still find a quiet village to spend the years after his later years. To be honest, if the person who came to him was Madame Montespan, he might not have made such a big bet. France is the most friendly country to wizards.

Father Ansemor's servants and assistants were also sentenced to different degrees. They all showed joyful expressions. When they finally looked at each other, they saw comfort in each other's eyes. How lucky they were, in the end, no one had the courage to kill, otherwise they would definitely...

When the few people looked at Mrs. Montespan again, they couldn't help but feel a little pity. Mrs. Montespan sneered and didn't look at them at all. Of course, what she asked for was not just another child, but the Black Mass rushed in before the end of the day. For this reason, they didn't know - even if they knew, there was no certificate.

"The evidence of your crime is conclusive," said Balas. "Even if you know nothing about the materials of the Black Mass, Madam, where you are lying is the family cemetery of Prince Conte and His Majesty Ludwig I." The best place to hold the Black Mass is St. Deni Cathedral, where the royal cemetery is located. The problem is that St. Deni Cathedral now has dozens of Elaleau people. They are grateful for the king's care for the family, so they naturally do their best, let alone a few ascetics inside.

So Mrs. Montespan had to settle for the second best and changed it to the territory of the Condé family... The surname Bourbon came from Prince Condé (Henry IV was originally Prince Condé, but later married into the Valois royal family). The Condé family was at the earliest in 1487, so the history of this cemetery was older than that of Bourbon in Paris.

Even if Prince Conte was ridiculous, he would not be willing to let Mrs. Montespan run to the cemetery of his family to hold a black mass with the chapel, so this must be a crime.

Because the baby's blood was taken out by Mrs. Montespan, she could not escape the blasphemy of the body. Mrs. Montespan nodded expressionlessly and gave in, but what does it matter? She is the daughter of the duke, and such a crime can be repaid with ransom.

"Next, madam," Balas looked at the file again, as if this would ensure that all he saw was true: "You are accused of trying to murder Duke Vandome and Miss Angeric Lucele."

Mrs. Montespan raised her jaw slightly: "I don't know what you are talking about, why do I murder them? The Duke of Vandome is my age-lost friend. We get along well and often walk and talk in the courtyard of Versailles, and that... Angeric, I don't know her at all."

"Because the Duke of Vendome wants to recommend a new man to the king." Prince Conte said that he is the second only to the Duke of Orleans, close to the King Dingding, and a flower master. No matter who excludes him, he will not forget him. When he knew that someone was poisoning Duke of Vendome, he was scared. He was originally the Duke of Vendome, but who made him too romantic? They really wanted to choose a flawless lady for His Majesty. "It is the daughter of the Count Lucele, one of the targets of your murder."

Mrs. Montespan rolled her eyes, not her neck or her body-looking at him, Prince Conte couldn't help but shivered, "Didn't the king reject her?" she said, "Why should I attack her?"

"What a young girl that was." A voice sounded, and people couldn't help but be surprised when they looked over. It turned out that this man was Varo Visari, the imperial physician beside the king. Although Mrs. Montespan had done very cruel things to him, as a father, he never complained or hated - and kept giving as much as possible.

He treated and saved many people around the king, so when Mrs. Montespan came to the king, many people (guards and servants) had used this to repay their favor, but Mrs. Montespan always believed that this was due to her charm and never took it to heart.

But everyone else knows that Visari loves this daughter very much.

"How young she is," Varo said, his eyes full of pain: "You may still be beautiful, child, but you are old, your soul has become old in vanity and waves, and this aging seeps out from the depths of your body, which is irreversible by no medicine or magic. I have seen how you stare at the young girls, you humiliate them, torture them, and drive them away from the king, even if you know that your Majesty will not want them-Angelik is different. She was officially pushed to the king, with the support of the Bourbons behind her, and even the queen has promised to make her his own female official..."

He lowered his head slightly: "Your Majesty did refuse once, but can you say he would not accept it? We will believe it, but you will not. You are so scared that you are trembling and trembling with hatred...you..."

"So you count the Duke of Vendome," said Duke Motmal tiredly, "Although you know that the Duke is just a representative, you can't hold back your hatred."

"You are so smart," Visari continued, "My daughter, it's not this crime, I don't know that you have inherited my talents."

Louis's eyes couldn't help but fall on the information in his hands - Madame Montespan had never shown her talent for potions or was interested in medicine, but now it seems that her talent is not inferior to her abandoned father. When she poisoned the Duke of Vendome and Angeric, she used a material that was neither part of the inner world nor in the outer world, and was very fresh in the outer world.

Nicotin is a toxin tempered from tobacco, which was first cultivated by Indians. Immigrants and adventurers learned to smoke pipes from Indians and brought tobacco back to Europa for only the last decade. Smoking tobacco in a pipe is not fatal, or even chewing it in your mouth. Visari was surprised how Mrs. Montespan could find accomplices of murder from such seemingly harmless things.

He didn't know nicotine, but since Fontainebleau's hunt, Madame Montespan has been stared at by hundreds of pairs of eyes, and no matter what she does, she will not succeed - but after knowing this kind of thing, people were still scared and sweating.

Three ounces of nicotine were placed in Duke Vandam's bedtime wine, and at least five ounces were placed in Miss Angeric's cream. Judging from the remaining drugs found in the bottles found by the servants, nicotine was an oily liquid that was almost translucent and had almost no smell or taste. Even if there was, Duke Vandam's bedtime wine was rum with honey, and the strong sweetness was enough to have any odor.

Because Angeric was expected by his family to become the king's lover in the morning, his skin care was of course very expensive, and nicotine could be absorbed through the skin. Visari conducted an experiment and only one ounce of nicotine was enough to be fatal. Its symptoms were headache, vomiting and confusion. Duke Vendome drank before going to bed, and Miss Angeric wiped cream all over her body before going to bed - there was almost no possibility of recovery - it would take a long time to figure out whether they were sick or poisoned.

When Madame Montespan heard that both of them were fine, she couldn't help but show a ferocious look, but it flew in a flash, and she smiled again: "I don't understand what you are talking about, I don't know what nicotine is. Maybe someone wants to prove me, but your Majesty." She looked at Louis XIV provocatively: "You can ask them, do I say this is poison, and I want them to be the murderer?"

"No." Louis replied calmly.

Mrs. Montespan was not her mother, and her charm was not great enough to make people give her the most important life. She told those people that this was just a potion that would make people go to bed early and have rashes all over her body - the former was for the Duke of Vendome and the latter was for Miss Angeric, because she was going to fight back to His Majesty the King's heart that night, and worried that someone would disturb him.

The people were greedy for a huge reward that Mrs. Montespan promised, and also tried it with medicine. They didn't even think that the effect of the medicine was closely related to the dosage. When they saw that the animals used for the test were just sleeping, they agreed.

But in this way, they now have no most important testimony, and like Father Ansermo, they cannot prove that Mrs. Montespan knew that nicotine was fatal.

Mrs. Montespan smiled proudly: "You must be fair, your majesty, it's just a little joke. If you insist, I'm willing to apologize to them."

She knew that she could never return to Versailles, so she was so arrogant, as if she could make Louis XIV angry and she would be happy, but the king just looked at Duke Motmal, and the duke bowed silently and walked out the door. A trace of uneasiness flashed through Madame Montespan's heart. She encouraged herself, it was okay, it was okay, she was very careful and left no evidence.

Duke Motmal came back soon, and the jailer helped him bring a boned body and placed it on a table that was also moved. Visari walked forward, lifted the linen covered with the bones, and poured a bottle of potion on it. The purple-red smoke suddenly rose up and spread from top to bottom - clearly from the mouth to the throat, then the stomach and intestines, and finally spread all over the body.

"If you know what it is, it will be easier to confirm it." Visari said, not looking at Mrs. Montespan's vicious eyes.

"This is your husband, Marquis Montespan," said Louis. "We didn't notice it at that time--it was a coincidence that he died."

"…Evidence…………” Mrs. Montespan said after a moment of silence.

“There is no evidence to prove that you killed him.” Before Mrs. Montespan laughed, Louis said: “But we have witnesses.”
Chapter completed!