The rabbit opened its eyes, but almost at the same time, the red eyeball melted, and the light brown water flowed down, soaking the white fur. Its belly bulged into a ball, and the wound that looked like it had been healed suddenly opened, like a mouth that had suddenly opened but had no teeth, the internal organs, which should be the sticky object of the internal organs was squeezed and overflowed from the wound, emitting a disgusting and nauseating smell.

The spell did not take effect.

In other words, it was not a spell used to resurrect the dead. Louis thought calmly, if there were such a spell, the wizards would not have to hide like they are now. Even the Pope would hope that they would live a hundred years and live like a turtle.

Mazaran arrived quickly. Although his expressionless face was as usual, Louis could sense that he was about to go crazy. The cardinal and the prime minister's ability to deal with things should not be underestimated. In just one hour, everything was handled properly. The rabbit that was rotten like a dead for more than ten days was thrown into the fire. The dead horse was broken and then peeled and divided in the name of the injured horse. The dead rabbits turned into delicious stewed rabbit meat. The next day everyone got a big bowl.

The rabbit meat was very good. According to Louis' instructions, the chef cooked the rabbit meat for a few minutes before stewing it, and then changed the water. He did not use too many complicated spices, only used onions, ginger, and some celery. Even the Queen Mother, who didn't like rabbit meat, praised it very much. The king went to see Mary, Mary Mancini, and was much better. She had been able to drink rabbit meat soup. She seemed to have forgotten all about what happened yesterday, or it was not in her memory. The king did not mention it, but only comforted her - because she was sick, she could not eat rabbit meat, so she returned to her room.

Bishop Mazaran received an envoy from England today. Because of Charles I's sudden disappearance, Queen Mary asked her and Charles I's son Charles Little to come to France to seek protection from Queen Mother Anne and Mazaran. However, Charles Little still stubbornly held his identity - he was unwilling to travel across the ocean to seek asylum in another country. However, no matter who it is, it can be seen that the form of England is even more severe than that of France. These envoys were sent by Charles Little. They brought a letter from Charles Little Charles Little, which expressed gratitude to his cousin Louis, as well as his two regents, Queen Mother Anne and Cardinal Mazaran, but he still insisted on waiting in England and hoped that they could provide some support, manpower, or money. Unfortunately, these are what Louis and his party needed the most now.

Before returning to the room he temporarily lived with the king, Bishop Mazaran confessed and prayed to his Lord. He did not know whether he should regret not revealing the dark side to the young king in advance, or regretting that he was too impulsive - perhaps clever perfunctory is the best way to solve this problem, but these thoughts disappeared immediately when he returned to the room.

"I've been to see Mary," said the king, without looking away: "She has no idea, there is everything about yesterday."

"Her father has come, and two other wizards in the family, who have managed to eliminate Mary's memory - the fear of death can change many things," said Mazaran. "Especially Mary is still so young."

"More important is the spell. Since it was not used to resurrect the dead, I think it is more of an evil use," said the king. "But it is indeed not suitable for Mary. She told me that she heard it occasionally. What kind of family would say such dangerous spells in casual chats, and what kind of wizards were they?"

"His Majesty……"

"They didn't even come to see me," Louis continued, "This is my territory, my mansion, surrounded by my knights. Please tell me why they can come and go freely?"

"Your Majesty, they are wizards."

"Where are they from? Naples?"

"Yes."

“Awesome,” Louis said, “not even my people.”

Mazaran looked at Louis. The young king had known Louis's homework for a long time. He also worked as a tutor in the Jesuit school for a while. For example, children of this age almost only wanted to play and had to knock on their chubby buttocks with wooden boards to make their attention focus on the books.

He and Queen Mother Anne also discussed that there was an issue of the king's education. They were not willing to delay, but mainly because France is in a turmoil now. He and Queen Mother Anne, and a group of ministers had to do their best to support it. An ignorant naughty boy was not scary. What was scary was that he knew the benefits of power and did not know how to use power. It was like handing over a sharp sword to a young child, either to hurt himself or other innocent people. Moreover, as the agent of the Queen Mother and the king, Bishop Mazaran was weak in his body, and not everyone could become the king's teacher, so this matter naturally stagnated.

But Louis never stopped learning. He studied Latin, French, English, mathematics, and then began to read all the books he could touch. Sometimes he would read in Bishop Mazaran's study, so quiet that no one found there was a child there.

Bishop Mazaran would rather think that what happened after dinner last night was two ignorant children making trouble, but the consequences were somewhat serious, but he was not sure now.

"Do you have anything else to say to me?" asked the bishop.

"I want to say I'm sorry," said the king softly: "I've been to see Mary, and when she's healed, I'll take her on a horse."

"Just sorry? Your Majesty, do you feel regretful?"

Louis said nothing, just looked at him, so the Cardinal understood that the King might indeed feel sorry, but he did not regret it. If he did it again, he would still do so.

He didn't hate Mary, and even kind of liked her, but he wanted to get the result.

So he did it.

Mazaran showed an extremely confused expression for the first time: "But your Majesty, why are you so anxious? You are the king, France and Navarra belong to you."

"The king will die, too." Louis said.

"Mortals will eventually return to God's feet," said Mazaran.

“But I wish I could choose in which way,” Louis said: “Is there any news about Charles I?”

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Chapter completed!