"Okay, everyone," said the Duke of Orleans: "Next, give me and my brother a little time alone."

The three blood princes left quietly after hearing this. Before Louis could even ask questions, the duke said.

"I'm going to die, brother."

In one sentence, he completely suppressed Louis XIV's anger in just one sentence. It can only be said that the Duke of Orleans is worthy of being the one who knows the Sun King best.

Yes, there are countless reasons to convince the king, such as after Carlos III's official rule, the French and the Spanish must have a fight for power; or the world in Spain is more stormy and darker than they imagined, and clouds and mists are locked; or the blood clan will definitely not continue to stand on Louis XIV this time. When Louis XIV's enemies are just mortals and priests, they are happy to enjoy the fun of killing and sip hot blood, but if they are asked to point their finger at their own tribes, unless Louis XIV is a demon banquet or a prince of the secret party, only they have the power to command the blood clan to kill each other.

No, the situation is that if the Duke of Orleans reaches his promise with Prince Uriel, he will be the only descendant of Prince Uriel - even an agent, who can rule the entire Mokavy, and can also negotiate with other tribes in the future Prince, or order the Mokavy to uphold the order in the dark on behalf of Carlos III, expel werewolfs, black wizards, and any guy Louis XIV does not want to act recklessly in his youngest son's country.

On the contrary, Bourbon is equivalent to standing on the opposite side of Mokawi. Perhaps Mokawi will be ridiculed for being unable to retain the family's ancestral land, but look at Amon, you will know that the loss of the ancestral land will certainly make the blood clan feel uneasy, but it will not have any impact on their power. To be more correct, the impact will be more profound, because the blood clan without the ancestral land will be scattered to all directions, and some guys who do not like to be restrained will take the opportunity to do whatever they want.

Why are blood clans more difficult than wizards and werewolfs? Even the church has to seek ways to live in peace with them? It is precisely because if the middle and low-level blood clans lose control or their princes do not control them, they will develop a large number of descendants without restrictions, that is, the deformed inferior species that the Count D'Artagnan once encountered. They are as irrational as wild animals, and will not be full in any case, and do not know how to avoid the transformation of prey. As long as there is such a inferior species, a village can be completely destroyed overnight.

If such a terrible nightmare has ever come to the world, some, in the 11th to 12th centuries, when the Magic Banquet and the Secret Party held their first "holy war", the Magic Banquet once released thousands of inferior species without restrictions. The panic and death they brought about, and even forced the church, which had always avoided the existence of vampires in 1484, had to admit the existence of vampires.

If Mokawi loses his ancestral land and refuses to "protection" and "recognize" Spain, not only will their tribes become crazy, but blood clans from other places will also rush to hunt in this country that has lost balance. Although Louis XIV has an army of wizards and priests, how can they fight against such bloody waves? This is something that the most prosperous Roman church in the eleventh century could not do.

This is a simple addition and subtraction method. One plus one equals two, even three or four; one subtraction one is zero.

But the Duke of Orleans also knew that when his relatives and friends were leaving one by one, it was too difficult for Louis XIV to continue to remain calm and rational, not to mention that the person was not someone else, he. He could only be glad that his brother was not a devout believer, and the king might not give in to his interests and threats, but would give in to his life.

"What are you talking about?" Louis asked.

"Epilepsy." The Duke of Orleans pointed to his head: "I fell once when I was in Lorraine, and then in Catalonia, I fell once, but at that time I thought it was just a sickness, and then, just over a year ago, when I was on a tour of Orleans - I had epilepsy."

Louis believed in his younger brother that he would not lie to him, but he was still a rare chaos, "I haven't heard of it."

"I and the wizards, priests and doctors around me said, I want to tell you about this in person."

"Impossible, you are obviously very healthy." Louis whispered. He always felt very lucky. His father and his mother were extremely close to each other, but he and his brothers and descendants still had good looks and healthy bodies, and there was no sign of genetic diseases. But a voice also said that epilepsy is indeed one of the common diseases of children born from close relatives and marriage, and the incidence of epilepsy is not limited to children.

"The wizards may have medicine for epilepsy," the Duke of Orleans saw Louis's glittering eyes in an instant, and could hardly bear to continue saying: "But your Majesty, I have more than epilepsy. According to them, there may be some problems in my brain." He didn't want to say that when Uriel saw him, he knew that his body was in big trouble. The blood clan was very sensitive to the breath of human life. "My situation will continue to worsen, maybe it's invisible, maybe it's inaudible, maybe it's quadriplegia... maybe..."

"Stop talking!"

"Brother..." said the Duke of Orleans calmly: "Do you want me to accept such a fate?"

"I don't want to," Louis said, gritting his teeth, "but I don't think there is only one way!"

"It doesn't matter. It's not a matter of a day or a night. I still have some time," the Duke of Orleans opened his hands and said in a tone that looked like a rogue: "It's up to you."

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What surprised the people of Versailles was that the Duke of Orleans returned to Versailles and soon began to set off for Blois. If he was the only one, then there might be people who suspected that he was suspicious of the king. This was normal. Many people were waiting for this day, but then the king announced that he would patrol the Blois Valley, so some people couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

The Loire river winds through the bottom of the Paris Basin, nourishing countless lands beside the river. The Valois dynasty was rising from here, but when Louis XIV regarded it as the budding place of modern French medicine, people mentioned it again, the Valois dynasty could not be ranked first in the explanation column.

Later, this place became a medical center that could shake the whole world, with the latest equipment, the strongest technology, the most advanced research, the most complete clinical... The research institute, hospital and sanatorium scattered along the Loire River in the green valley like pearls on the chain of pearls. Anyone who wants to be a doctor has a yearning for a lifetime, that is, to go to the Loire Valley to make a pilgrimage, to see the rooms where their ancestors lived, the operating rooms and prescriptions they used, and the sparks of wisdom left on the sloppy notes.

But this happened later. Even though Louis XIV has always attached great importance to medicine. Today's medical technology and methods cannot even be described in modern times. Even with the addition of wizards, in addition to herbs and surgical operations, the doctors are just a group of blind men groping in the dark. The only benefit is that with the help of the king, they will not be bound by religion.

But many studies cannot be continued with their eyes, fingers or ears, such as the brain.

Hundreds of years later, people's brains are still the forbidden zone for doctors. Now it is impossible to cure the Duke of Orleans as the king asked, and it is impossible to even guarantee that epilepsy will not recur. As for the wizards...

"Your Majesty," said Varo Visari, "The Duke is not a wizard, and there is no medicine for this disease in the wizard." The wizard's body is stronger and more perfect than mortals. Even if they are close relatives and marriages, they rarely have genetic diseases or other diseases. Therefore, most of their medicines are used to detoxify, curse, and treat serious external trauma... Of course, you can also use drugs that do not target the root cause, cure the lesions, and only use them to suppress symptoms, which is the kind of medicine that the Duke calls "treat" epilepsy, but...

"It's like some wet nurses mixing tincture of laola into milk in order not to let the children cry." Visari said with a wry smile. He had no choice. He had known Louis XIV for many years, and his daughter gave birth to a son for Louis. It can be said that this was the first time Louis XIV exercised his privilege as a king - unreasonable, but they were really helpless with the Duke's illness. Almost no one among the wizards had epilepsy, and of course no one would study the potions and magic to treat it.

Louis looked at the doctors, and Little Lom took a deep breath and stood up. His father was the head of the imperial physician who had developed protective clothing. Little Lom did not have the talent of his father, but was also a conscientious and responsible person. He has always been diligent and hardworking in his position. He is neither jealous of his talent nor stubborn. He is deeply trusted by the king and the royal family. In fact, he came to treat the first epilepsy seizure.

The king nodded simply.

"We... Your Majesty, we do have some understanding of epilepsy," he said carefully. "We opened the heads of several patients who died of epilepsy and found some different places from ordinary people. Then, we combined the former 'drilling method'. Your Majesty, we drill holes in the skull and then used crochets to destroy the brain of different colors and textures, so that the patient can calm down and stop attacking..."

Louis closed his eyes and said, "Stop talking." He knew that treatment was like covering his ears and stealing the bell, just like having an incurable wound on his finger, and he cut off his hands directly - but after the brain was destroyed, if the patient was lucky enough, he would only become particularly gentle and obedient, and it looked indeed "healed".

The doctors and wizards looked at the king's extremely rude curses, stretched out their hands to hold their heads, and the Duke of Orleans beside him had a calm face and smiled, as if what was happening now had nothing to do with him.

"Do you want to continue?" said the Duke.

"Continue," said Louis: "I don't believe it--we have the most powerful and wealthy country in the world, and you are my only brother. Even if you go to hell, I will bring you back!"

"I'm so happy, brother." The Duke whispered, "but I'm afraid you'll be in vain."

Louis XIV did not return to Versailles. He handed over some government affairs to Prince Louis, and only asked him to send the most important and important things to the Castle of Blois. While accompanying the Duke of Orleans to recuperate in the beautiful valley, he sent secret messages to Spain, Italy and Poland to seek treatment for epilepsy. But he also thought that the Duke said that it was not only epilepsy, but the wizards and the blood clan said that the Duke's fire of life was beating ominously - the fire of life for those who had exhausted oil was weak, and the fire of life for those who had healthy people was vigorous, but both were very stable. The duke's fire of life was so repetitive that he was in between health and weakness, just like when the kerosene lamp burned to the last bit of oil, the flame would become very large and small.

As time entered the tenth month, the Duke of Orleans suddenly invited the king to his suite: "You should check out important matters in this way," he said.

Louis XIV did not notice what he was about to see. He watched his younger brother walk to the window in confusion, opened the thick curtain, and opened the window. Below it was the golden river surface. He paused for several seconds. When the Duke fell to the ground like lightning, he screamed and rushed over and hugged his younger brother in his arms.

The epilepsy is quite terrible.

The Duke of Orleans suddenly raised his body, his arms and legs rolled back, his eyes turned upward, the black part completely disappeared into his eyelids, and his throat made a stuttering, like a beast, widened to the limit, and even tore open the corners of his mouth, and then his neck leaned forward strangely - at this time the doctor had already come over and stuffed it into the duke's mouth with a wooden stick wrapped in silk to prevent him from biting off the tip of his tongue.

Someone came to support Louis, but Louis held the Duke's hand and was unwilling to let go. "Please leave, your majesty," the doctor shouted in sweat, "The Duke will hurt you!"

The next moment, Louis was kicked hard by the Duke of Orleans. With the help of others, he stepped aside slightly, held the Duke's hand without letting go, and he was grabbed very tightly.

Four attendants assisted the doctor at the same time to ensure that the Duke would not hurt him during the attack. Louis looked at his younger brother in despair. The Duke had never been so embarrassed. He had always been delicate and beautiful, but now his hair was messy and his face was twisted. His limbs and body were like a slaughtered eel and he was suddenly thrust and straightened. He spasmed for dozens of seconds, or for centuries, sweat and tears soaked his shirt, and his pale skin slowly turned into ugly gray-purple...

The doctor took the stick and the duke's mouth and nose were filled with pink foam.

What finally broke Louis was that he smelled the embarrassing smell—"Your Majesty," the doctor said calmly: "Incontinence after a major attack is very common."
Chapter completed!