"Tomorrow Philip will be in Paris." Louis said to Bonton: "Send an envoy to tell him to rest in Fontainebleau or the Louvre before coming back. Don't think that he is still a young man, always forgetting to ride horses for several days, gambling or dancing all night long, and he should cultivate himself."

"If Your Highness heard you say this," Bontang hid a smile: "I would complain dissatisfiedly. He always thought you said, "I would go to bed before ten o'clock, get up at seven o'clock, eat vegetables and drink less alcohol every day, etc., it should be what Viscount Tirena or Duke of Vendome should do."

"But even the Duke of Vendome and Viscount Tirener were not obedient," Louis raised his head from the stack of documents and said that he was a little helpless. In this era, people fear death and the aging that was destined to bring death. Whether it is civilians or princes, the older people, the more they should indulge in joy and indulge indulgence, as if this could drive away the god of death.

It is also because Louis XIV is the Sun King, his temperate and regular life will not be criticized. If it were an ordinary person, he would be ridiculed as a monk, and people would think that he was inhumane and eccentric.

"Then, Bonton," said Louis: "If he returns to Versailles immediately, if he stays in Fontainebleau or the Louvre, you must watch him for me, and don't let him hold a ball." He raised his quill and pressed his chin: "No, wait, let the messenger tell him that he has been there for so many days and I miss him very much, so I will ask him to take a carriage back to Versailles."

At the king's rare rebellion, Bangtang couldn't help but smile knowingly, bowed and retreated.

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"You have a good brother."

The Duke of Orleans turned his head and looked at the uninvited guests around him. The carriage was running. The moonlight was pouring into the car window, but it never shone on the other person's face, even a finger: "Isn't it because of this," he said softly, "Did you choose me?"

"Yes..." said the visitor: "But this is not the only reason. Your Highness, you have the ability and talent that is not inferior to your brother at all. If it were not Louis but Philip who was born in 38, France might not be worse than now."

"You are very wrong to say this," the Duke of Orleans' eyes were as cold as the sword of winter: "Sir, if it were me, you would not be here-I do not have the tolerance of my brother, nor his courage, for you..." He paused: "I will do my best to remove you from my world for the unstable factor."

"You have a lot of courage just by saying this," said the visitor. "But we have a common root system with mankind. We are two fruits on a branch. Your Highness, unless you kill all people, you can completely destroy Cain's descendants. You should know that your brother also knows that although your brother is almost the master of Europa, people call him Caesar, just like the first Caesar. He has no choice but to do anything to us, and your brother is no exception. We will coexist with your long residence, even a thousand years later."

"So I compromise with you," said the Duke of Orleans.

"What I am worried about now is whether your brother is willing to compromise with us." The visitor said: "But I have invited Prince Theoderick and Prince Amon to testify."

"Yes, after all, you are the same clan."

The visitor glanced at the Duke of Orleans, but finally didn't say that.

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The carriage drove into Versailles, and it was already dark. The Duke of Orleans raised his head and stared at the round moon. He didn't know whether his decision was a mistake, but sometimes, some things, you know that they were wrong, or they had to do it. Even his brother Louis XIV and Europa's Sun King could not avoid it, let alone him.

"Are your brother still in the study?" He had already seen the lights there still on.

"Your Majesty is busy with the official entry of His Highness Charles into Toledo recently." Bontang whispered: "At the same as Madrid, we still need to form a capable administrative agency." Otherwise, the blank territory left behind will definitely be quickly occupied by others. If it is just for the sake of power and profit, it will be fine, but if the remaining forces in Habsburg will become a very difficult problem.

"Yes," the Duke of Orleans sighed strangely, giving Bonton a look of relief: "The war is over, and Carlos III's orthodoxy is unquestionable-Spain should also be placed on the right track."

"It would be a long road," said Bangtang. "But our little prince is still young, and he has a strong father and a trustworthy uncle."

"So my brother should agree?" said the Duke of Orleans: "Bonton, I want to go to Toledo."

Bontang raised his head in surprise, but at this time the Duke of Orleans had already strode towards the king's study: "Come a pot of coffee! Bontang!"

It was ten o'clock in the evening, and Bontang whined in his heart, but the Duke of Orleans and Prince Philip had always been special to His Majesty the King. Sure enough, when Bontang brought a large pot of coffee in, His Majesty the King had already packed the documents under the Duke's service, wiped his face, and moved from the backrest chair behind the desk to a more comfortable armchair. It seemed that he would have a long talk with the Duke.

But Bontang couldn't remember when the Duke became interested in Toledo, maybe it was when he was in Catalonia? He was not sure, especially when the Duke suddenly turned his head and said apologetically: "Sorry, Bontang, you can't stay here."

Bontang looked at His Majesty the King, Louis nodded, and Bontang retreated.

After Bonton left, Louis looked at the Duke of Orleans. His younger brother and the mission led by Eugen Jr. had undergone three coronation ceremonies in a row, two funerals, surrounded most of Europa, and walked no less than twenty cities. They had not met for nearly a year. He was eager to see his younger brother, but as the Duke of Orleans, he actually broke Louis' convention first. It was really unusual. Even though Louis had never changed his attitude towards Philip, the Duke was always cautious and careful not to let any rumors and reckless behavior damage his relationship with Louis.

"Your Majesty," after a period of silence, the Duke spoke first: "When are you planning to let Little Charle go to Toledo?"

"You have to say that," said Louis, who had indeed mentioned before that, if possible, he wanted to accompany Charles to Toledo and be his minister of the navy or army. Because of the Duke of Orleans, even the most stubborn Spaniards could not compete with him for this position. "I have considered it, but brother, I still want you to stay in Paris and Versailles."

Louis stared at the Duke's face. Philip was still somewhat similar to him, but he was more beautiful than handsome. Now they are all middle-aged, but time is tolerant of Louis and not so cruel to Philip. Perhaps because of the continuous running around in the past few months, the Duke has become a little thin. His originally soft facial contour has become clearer, and there are some fine lines on the corners of his mouth and eyes, but this did not make him ugly. Instead, he took out those too feminine parts, making his temperament more awesome and sharp.

"Maybe at the age of eighty, someone will still fall for you, brother," Louis couldn't help saying, "I know you have ambitions, but you have proved yourself more than once on the battlefield and the court. If you still want power, then I can give you a gift, or Nantes, or any place you want, but Toledo..." He shook his head: "You may still be able to deal with it calmly, but those cumbersome, complex, and annoying political affairs will make you work hard and damage your foundation. I don't want to see my brother lose his beauty and lifespan, and Philip, especially my ministers can do it well for me."

The Duke pursed his lips as if he was about to smile, and then he said, "I'm sorry, brother, I have made a promise, that's a very harsh oath, and I'm not going to break it."

The king paused the cup on his lips, and then a soft "click" and it was put back to its original place: "Who? Who is qualified to receive your promise and still let you swear? Those Catalans."

The Duke looked at his brother for a long time, "Your Majesty," he said, "You said before that your minister can solve all your troubles for you, but...what is it just in this world, in another world?"

The air suddenly condensed, and Louis looked at the Duke of Orleans, as if he didn't understand what he was saying. The room was as quiet as death, and only the clock in the corner was still clattering. If there weren't any slight breathing, people would have thought that the king and the Duke had turned into frozen statues in an instant.

I don't know how long it took, but Louis shouted in a low voice: "Servant!"

This sentence is not for those mortals to hear. He is calling on the wizards and priests who serve the king in turn. They patrol the places where mortals cannot see it, ensuring that even worse things will not happen again, such as Mary Mancini. They did allow the king to avoid many dangerous curses and murders - but tonight, at this moment, none of them appeared, silently, as if they did not exist at all.

Louis lowered his head and thought for the first time, ignoring the duke's pleading eyes: "Prince Theoderick!"

A chuckle came from the shadows that the moon could not reflect: "Look," the voice said: "Toodric, do you regret it now? If you hadn't stopped me at that time...we now have a leader who can really fight against humanity."

Amon appeared in front of the king, and he was still the beautiful boy who smiled. Time was generous enough to Louis and Philip, but he always favored the blood clan, or cursed it.

Thirty years are enough to turn a baby into a strong man or a plump woman, and they can also turn them into white-haired and old-fashioned old women, but to him, to be correct, to the blood clan, it is just a blink of an eye.

Theodric appeared immediately after Amon, unlike Amon's freedom and comfort. He looked worried and a little confused.

Louis's heart suddenly sank, not only sank, but also sank into a bottomless vortex, unable to find a place to focus.

If we want to talk about another world, that is, the inner world, Louis must say that after the wizards of Elaleau and Gayola gave the key to master this mysterious power, they could control and persuade the wizards and priests, but in the inner world, there are things that wizards should also be afraid and feared, that is, the blood clan.

Unlike wizards and priests, the blood clan is an extremely special existence. They transformed from humans but feed on humans. The long time and indestructible bodies allow them to learn and exercise for a long time, so that even if they occasionally lag behind humans, they will quickly catch up. The most dangerous thing is that they can pick out the best among humans, transform them, and use the blood clan's ability to demand his surrender and serve the blood clan. The blood clan's desire for human blood is almost destined to be able to return to the human camp once transformed...

Amon has always longed for Louis. Because Louis is noble in blood, smart in mind and beautiful in appearance. Although there has been an agreement between the church that represents the world and the blood clan in the world, Amon is a member of the Demon Party and disdains such rules and regulations. Secondly, France was in a very chaotic moment at that time, and a child who was underage died, even if he is the king, it may not cause much trouble...

Besides, he has a younger brother.

"Why didn't I expect it?" Amon said, but he quickly pouted, "maybe it was because I didn't like this guy very much from the beginning." He said staring at the Duke of Orleans.

"Then I am exactly the opposite, Prince Amon," said a graceful, cold, faintly with a hint of melancholy voice.

Unlike Amon, Theoderick, and even most of the princes of the blood clan, Prince Uriel of Mokawi is more like the elves, angels, and not the terrible vampire. He walked through the moonlight with an exquisite wind lamp, walked into the room through the glass, and the air was like a transparent step. Every step he took was light and accurate, with his long silver hair swaying gently behind him, constantly falling subtle highlights that looked like glowing dust.

His posture was even lower than Amon or Theoderick. As soon as he landed on the ground, he turned to Louis, straight, without any discount, bowed to him without any hesitation, and his head was almost drooping to his chest. It was simply unimaginable for a prince of the blood clan.

But Amon and Theodric showed no surprise at all.

Louis didn't need to look much, and he knew that although these two blood princes had been on his side, they would definitely stand on the side of the blood clan in front of the same clan. He turned his head stiffly to the Duke of Orleans, hoping to see horror and fear from his beloved brother's face, but he only saw guilt.
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