Everyone knew that the king had parted with his lover Mary Mancini before he went to Dunkirk. Perhaps for Louis, sharing power was his greatest gift to love, and for Mary... these things were not as good as the little rose that the king had inserted between her hair in Versailles.

But no matter what, the king must set out. Of course he could hand over this matter to Bishop Mazaran. No, of course he would not do this. This power was taken from the Bishop and the Queen Mother for several years, so how could he give up easily?

Mary ran over at the last moment. The king's closeness with her in recent days was not useless. At least the king's musketeers and cavalry immediately stepped back as soon as they saw her. She stretched out her hands and placed her slender hands on the gilded border of the car window, her eyes full of tears and regret: "Louis," she shouted in a low voice: "Louis, you must come back! Must! I will pray to God and ask him to bless you to return in disgrace!"

Others may not think that praying to God would be a great thing, but Mary was a witch, and the king could not repay such passionate emotions. He could only quickly pull down a ring on his finger and put it on Mary's thumb, "I will come back." He said hurriedly, and then watched Mary retreat aside with the support of the Queen Mother's female official-the previous behavior was already quite rude. The Queen Mother stood there dignifiedly, giving his eldest son a final glance of concern and expectation. Philip, the Duke of Anjou, rode his horse by the king's carriage, and sent him to Versailles before returning.

Louis collapsed on the soft seat, pressed his forehead and sighed.

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Bishop Mazaran and Viscount Tirener had already been waiting for the king in a village beside Dunkirk. This village was already a Frenchman. In order to ensure the safety of the king, the residents here were forced to relocate, and there were only the king's most loyal soldiers and officers here.

However, because it is regarded as the king's palace in Dunkirk, Viscount Tirener, more correctly, rebuild the village and town as an important military fortress. Before the king could see them, he first saw the ground building, fortifications, the guardrail outside the trench, the trench and the inner trench walls. There were newly built low walls on the periphery of the village and town, and sentries walked around behind the wall. As soon as they saw the king's carriage, they walked out and asked the officers in charge.

When he heard that the king was coming, the sentry ran back immediately, and then a dazzling red flag and a French flag were raised. A few minutes later, Viscount Tirena arrived, and he personally opened the car door for the king, helped him get out of the carriage, and bowed to the king, saying, "Your Majesty, please allow me to walk in front of you and lead you."

"That's exactly what I expected," said Louis.

Then Viscount Tirena drew his sword, held it in front of him, and walked forward with great strides. At this time, the guards and musketeers around Louis had already dismounted, and their hands were pressed on the musketeers and swords, because the soldiers were coming out from behind the bunker, and they were all carrying weapons. The next moment, the king heard the drums on both sides, and amid the rhythmic drums, a man in Spanish clothes walked out, holding a key in his hand.

"What a small key this is." The king couldn't help but say.

"Yes, your majesty," said Viscount Tirener proudly, "because it is only the town, the keys to Dunkirk are much greater. But there is still a while."

"I hope I won't wait too long." The king said with a smile.

"No doubt, your Majesty, God testified for me." Viscount Tirener replied with considerable confidence.

The king took the symbolic key, the soldiers blew the trumpet, and then beat the drums. The soldiers who left the low wall raised their guns-toward the sky, and shouted their guns. Viscount Tirena bowed to the king again and brought a horse for the king. After serving the king on the horse, he led the horse to the center of the town, which was the best building here, and according to the king's preference, that is, there were toilets and bathrooms, which were repaired-Biography of Mazaran welcomed the king here, and he also lived here, because many things needed to be discussed with the king.

This was the first time some soldiers saw the king and the king's convoy. The king's convoy stretched out for a quarter of the length of the mileage, which made them both curious and surprised. They kept guessing what was in the carriages - the reason why they didn't guess the king's lover was sitting inside because the carriages were completely closed and there was no gap.

But they soon knew that because the carriage stopped in the town square, every time something was unloaded on it, it caused the soldiers to discuss it excitedly - this was the supplies they needed most, from dried meat to flour, salt, butter to sugar, coffee and tobacco, and even three carriage guns. When the last ten convertible carriages were lifted off the felt cloth, the onlookers were even more excited because it was nothing else, but ten cannons that were properly tied up after being dismantled.

"We could have twenty cannons," said the king. "But I think the soldiers' belly should be well-armed."

"What you said is really right," Viscount Tirena couldn't help laughing: "Your Majesty, we all know that soldiers may only escape without gunpowder, but without bread is worse than without gunpowder."

"But, your Majesty," Bishop Mazaran said after watching for a while, "How many things belong to you here?"

"All," said Louis: "My soldiers, my general, my bishop."

"I mean your clothes, your accessories, your water bottle and pot..." said the Bishop, "and your sheets and pillows, don't tell me that you came to Dunkirk with nothing?"

"The Queen Mother did prepare a lot for me," said Louis gently. In fact, these carriages were prepared by the Queen Mother. The respectable mother brought his bed with him, and a group of servants and maids, but he threw them all in Versailles, with all the things that the king thought they didn't need to carry with him. It can be said that they brought less than they had when they left Paris because of the riot. If you must describe it, it was probably similar to what any man brought on when he was on a business trip. He did not flee because of the riot. He also had trustworthy subordinates here. The king did not think he needed to bring those with him. You know, he thought it would be enough to bring enough underwear, even if Bontang was silent and angry all the way - don't ask Louis how he knew, he would spend more time with Bontang than the Queen Mother.

The Bishop sighed.

The king smiled, "Sir Bishop," he said, "Maybe you would like to have dinner with me?"

What else can the Bishop do? He could only bow slightly, "My honor, Your Majesty."

"Don't be upset," said the king: "We found a whole nest of quails on the way."

"Today is fasting," said the bishop angrily.

"But when I found them, they were swimming in the pond. By the convention, Mr. Bishop, they were fish, and we could eat fish during fasting."

"Ah, then it must be the quails raised by the devil," said the Bishop. "I have never seen quails swimming in the water."

"So we'll eat them even more," said the king with a smile: "Let them suffer in our stomach and intestines."

Speaking of this, even the Bishop had nothing to say. He slipped away as an excuse for prayer. Only when Viscount Tirener and the King were in the study, the King took out a large stack of bills from Amsterdam. Of course, he was more willing to support French bankers, but these were to be sent to the 6,000 British soldiers sent by the Duke of the Protector Cromwell. Because the Amsterdam bank's bills exceeded 600 Florins and they were going to Amsterdam to exchange them. The King asked Fukai to convert them all into less than 600 Florins, so that the British officers would not have any disputes in exchange, so there would be such a large stack.

Viscount Tirener's hands were trembling when he took them: "Your Majesty..."

"Don't thank me," said the king, "Thank you ladies, they are so brave." This is the money for the last batch of purple jasmine pollen and rose rouge. After knowing that this is the last bit of powder this year, these cute small boxes and jars have been frying in Paris for amazing prices. This is the first time the king knows that there has been a profession of purchasing agents since Paris in the seventeenth century. After the ladies in Paris bought the powder, they left their own portions, and the others were sold to other provinces several times the price. It is said that fake king powder appeared in more distant places.

Of course, after hearing this news, the king sent his musketeers to verify the matter and confiscated all illegal gains.

"The last time you wrote to me said... Cromwell sent his...new model army?"
Chapter completed!