As for the monks and priests of the Inquisition, they can be said to be enemies of wizards in the inner world, or tools of wizards. After all, from Visari, it is impossible for ordinary wizards to fight against werewolf, vampires and priests. The reason why they are willing to endure the oppression of these huge families is likely because only under their protection can they spend every day in hard and peaceful manner.

Just like the civilians in the world need to bear heavy taxes, but they will also be protected by the lord's army.

This also gained recognition from Visari, "Every wizard," he said: "Along with their family, there are lords who serve it, just like my father's teacher, who serves the Mancini family. When my father is no longer an apprentice, he becomes Mancini's potionist, and I inherit the position of my father."

"You are supported by them."

"It's true." Visari said almost as if he was giving up: "To become a potionist, the initial investment is very large. We need a lot of herbs, precious metals, and materials that can only be obtained under magic. A ordinary wizard alone cannot rely on his own strength to become a potionist. So at that time they all said that my father was a lucky person, and many people were jealous of him. Of course, I am also there."

"You said before that the mancini family recommended your father's teacher," Louis asked. "In the inner world, is it only the potionists who continue the tradition of teachers and apprentices, or does it have a university like the world?"

"There are both, Your Majesty, but not a university, but just a general junior school. There are only some foreign wizards without foundation or wizards who cannot afford to provide for teaching because they are too poor and will let their children learn there. The teachers there, I am forgiving, are just mediocre people and lack responsibility. Rather than teaching students, it is better to just live a life and support their families. Therefore, wizard families with a little family will hire trustworthy teachers for their children, especially big families."

"This situation is similar to the world."

"Yes, your majesty." Speaking of this, Visari couldn't help but see a trace of sadness: "For the weak, it is the same anywhere."

"If you want, tell me what happened to you in the world."

"Nothing to say," Visari was now able to answer this question with great peace: "My wife, she was originally just a branch of the Mancini family - by the way, you know, the Mancini family has been beauties for generations. In the rumors in the inner world, although I don't know whether it is true or false, their ancestors have some female nightmare blood, so they have such a unique gift or curse, but my wife, Your Majesty, the blood she inherited is so thin that her children cannot claim to be the descendants of Mancini. When I met her, she was just a pretty girl, and I was not moved by her appearance, but by her gentle heart."

"I originally thought that my life would be like an open book, step by step and follow the rules, just like most people in the inner world. No, it should be said that a small number of people, because I was hired by the Mancini family, and my wife is their distant relative, we can live in a small house without worries, we will have many children and noisy, maybe they will have some talented people, or they may all be just saying that their qualifications are mediocre, but no matter what, our lives should be calm and stable - but who knows, Your Majesty, fate is so cruel."

"How could your wife become like this?" Louis asked softly.

"A very sudden change," said Visari. "It seems that just overnight, the people around me became strangers. The Mancini family told me that this situation is also rare among wizards, but not completely none. How to say, it is like the blood hidden among descendants boiling violently. They will make wizards stronger, beautiful or intelligent, depending on what they inherited from their ancestors. And my wife inherited the blood of the nightmare, she...

Things were actually not a good thing for her, because the blood of the nightmare tortures her body, and she became extremely weak because of this, but for Mancini, weakness was not a thing worth worrying about." The potionist said this, raised his hand and pressed his face. He seemed to be trying to suppress something, and he seemed to tear open the barrier and release the beast: "... In short, your majesty, they are going to take my wife, my daughter, they said, I will get compensation...unparalleled compensation..."

"Obviously, you didn't want it, you ran away with them."

"Yes, your majesty, I fled with them, maybe this was completely beyond the expectations of the Mancini family," Visari gave the king a twisted smile: "They probably never thought that a humble potionist would also disobey their will."

"After you came to the watch world, have you not returned to the Visari family to seek help?"

"I tried," said Visari. "But my ancestor Andre Visari died on the charge of blasphemy. His enemies were still in Spain and Rome. The family refused to recognize me, so I could only wander around."

The king could almost guess how difficult it would be for Varo Visari at that time. His father left the world of the world when he was six years old to go to the world. His teacher was a scholar who was a vassal of the Mancini family. In other words, they were not those politicians who were good at dancing or merchants who were full of lotus flowers. They were afraid they rarely deal with people. Then, after Visari left the world with his wife and children, he could not even directly take out the world's coins for food and accommodation, because the world of the world, the silver coins, the copper coins and the world of the world are of different shapes, from the pattern to the weight. Even if the merchants are willing to accept it, they will definitely cut off a large amount of money for commutation.

"How long have you left the world before you met Duke Motmar?"

"Four years," Visari said: "a long four years."

It is no wonder, the king thought, from another perspective, Varo Visari was probably exhausted - Duke Motmar was not the first, if he could escape with his wife and children, he was afraid he would not be the last one. His wife's beauty was not ordinary, as the priest said, a sin left by the devil, and his daughter's letter - although it is hard to say how many of D'Artagnan's coloring is in it, it also pointed out Varo Visari's powerlessness and powerlessness, and he could not protect him.

Living in such a huge and hard-to-hide wealth, unless he could make up his mind to destroy his wife's appearance, but what about their daughter? Artenais was still a young child, but he could see her future as a summer rose. The words she said when she first met the king should not be spoken by a five-year-old child - so who taught her this? Even Louis was reluctant to imagine what happened to this child in a place where her husband and father could not see.

"His Majesty."

"What?"

"I want to know, your majesty," Visari asked tired and politely: "If the Mancini family knows that my wife and daughter are in Motmar, then if they ask you..."

"The Duke of Motmar is my subject, my general, and my dear friend," said the king indifferently: "What is the Mancini family?"

Visari let out a painful and comforting smile, and he bowed deeply to the king: "If you have nothing else..."

"There is another question," said the king. "I don't quite understand how the inner world and the surface world are divided. You said you escaped, so can you go back?"

"No," Visari replied simply: "I can no longer find the 'channel' of Italy, and I can't find it if there is no introductory person."

He looked up: "But I know there is someone who should be able to find the 'pass', Italy, or France."

"Marie Mancini." said the king.

"That's it." Visari said, "but your majesty, it is probably impossible for you to see the world in the Mid, because the world is strictly forbidden from entering, and the law of each Mid-world has written this decree on the first page."

“How harsh?”

"The mortals brought into the inner world by wizards will inevitably die, and that wizard," said Visari, who could not help but tremble slightly: "Splitting the body and solidifying the soul, forever as the cornerstone."

"I can understand the previous sentence, but what does the next sentence mean?"

"This is the most severe punishment in the inner world." Visari said: "The wizard who was sentenced to this punishment will first be dismembered by the five horses, and then his soul will be torn and fixed in the broken limbs. Finally, these limbs will be buried under the high wall of the inner world - the magic wall that separates the inner world from the outer world - can never rest in peace, and are forced to look at and smell each existence that crosses the magic wall. Once a mortal touches them, they will wail... This is a punishment for the offender and a warning to the later generations."

"Ah," said the king, "I get it."

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After Varo Visari left, Bonton told the king that Mary Mancini was waiting outside the door, and Louis held the quill and paused slightly, "No," he said, "I won't go today. Tell her, Bonton, I have something important to do, let her go and have a play with Philip or Henrietta."

Bonton obeyed the order, and Louis could almost imagine Mary's annoyance, but at this time he did not want to see her - it was not because the Mancini family had done to Varo Visari, such things could only be said to be ordinary even in the world, but Varo Visari might not have done anything wrong. At least he allowed his wife and daughter to be a plaything or sacrifice - Duke Motmar may be despicable, but he was a mortal, which destined that he could never escape the control of the nightmare bloodline. With the king's generous promise, his wife and children would be able to enjoy happiness and glory under the powerful wings of the rulers of the world.

Except for Valo Visari, he will inevitably suffer from pain and sorrow in his life.

The king turned his quill, and when he was about to write down some of his thoughts, Bang Tang came back, and this time he brought Cardinal Mazaran.

Louis has always respected this man who can be said to be like his father. He immediately stood up from behind the desk and then sat back with the Bishop.
Chapter completed!