In the Palace of Silver Dew, one of the twin hunting palaces outside the city of Seine, Lafontaine, the royal advisor who is also the minister of the seal and the director of intelligence/security, wearing a heraldic robe, has just concluded an impromptu royal meeting. meeting; and walked down the long marble staircase with a majestic and solemn face.
More than a dozen state assistants, political secretaries, and Cardinals officials gathered around him, flattering and flattering him like stars over the moon, just to get a few instructions and suggestions from him, or from him. Some news and rumors from the imperial meeting.
"The Western Empire has been in a lot of trouble recently because of the succession issue of the northern princes; they are not interested in the covenants and proposals from the dynasty at all. They even expelled the kingdom's envoys in humiliation and refused to let us send people to take up their duties again. .”
"Did you know that the young Caesar in the city of Rome has replaced the chamberlain and the imperial finance minister; and liquidated the political factions represented by these two. To this end, the city garrison has raided at least dozens of ministers , residences of nobles and officials.”
"In addition, several purple shirt (praetorian guard) regiments newly formed by the royal family of the Western Empire also successively entered large cities in the north such as Turin, San Marino, and Liguria; and claimed to mediate the conflict between the northern princes. Inheritance strife.”
"North of the Po River, there were also many city councils that declared that they would break away from the protection of their former suzerains (princes) and become independent cities under the jurisdiction and protection of the royal family; therefore, today's Roman city is praising this Caesar. "Young Lion" for the Empire."
"But due to changes in the celestial sphere, the agreements reached between the dynasty and the Norman nations in the north, and the previous employment covenants with the Avars, Bulgars, and Huns in the east, are no longer reliable. The choice of the Normans The king's war has broken out, and the nomadic khanates have also started fighting again."
"If the dynasty wants to marry, they can't find a stable partner for the time being; on the contrary, the Seven Kingdoms coalition from the British Isles has been cut off from the sea route and lost its support; now it has stopped attacking and plundering among the lowland princes and is seeking to Become a vassal of the dynasty.”
Of course, if someone who is not familiar with it has seen it with his own eyes, it would be difficult to imagine this royal advisor with a wrinkled face, deep nasolabial folds, and a look of self-importance. Half a year ago, he was just a poor man living on the streets, and he had a sad face all day long. He's just a balding writer who has aged prematurely.
In a sense, Lafontaine did not come from a famous family. His father was just a small official in the municipal maintenance department of Seine City. Therefore, he spent a lot of effort to send him to the Royal Judicial School, and eventually became a capital official. High Court, certified official lawyer.
However, Lafontaine, who could only memorize legal rules, lacked the dexterity and flexibility of a lawyer. Therefore, he was quickly excluded and designed by his colleagues because of a small procedural error. Being disrespectful to the royal family means throwing away this stable job.
But this encounter also inspired another talent in him; that is, after seeing and experiencing all kinds of chaos under the jurisdiction of the Capital High Court, his creative desire and motivation came to him like a fountain of literary thoughts. As a result, he also wrote and created several funny scripts full of satire.
These scripts, which were smashed into the streets and small theaters and quickly circulated, also attracted the attention of the last cardinal of the former dynasty, "The Sinker" Fouquet; and he sent people to become his patrons and major benefactors in private; This was the last period of time when Fontaine was happiest and most at ease.
He wandered around the flower streets and willow alleys in the city of Seine all day long, or was invited to appear in various social occasions such as salons, cocktail parties, and garden outings. Under the constant flow of creations, in addition to generous annuities and gifts, there were also many wealthy people who came here because of his fame. , noble women, throw themselves into their arms in private.
But this kind of good times did not last long. Under Fouquet, the "sinker" who claimed to be able to sell everything, and persevered in selling his official positions and titles, the dynasty, after a brief period of recovery, still ushered in the end of the Blood Moon Incident. "The Sinker" Fouquet's family died at the hands of the mob.
At the same time, as Fouquet's helpers and patrons, who had been touted in various public occasions, the "sinker" Fouquet and the royal family's Lafontaine have naturally become the targets of liquidation by the new governments formed by the mob. ; And it suddenly became impossible to remain anonymous all day long.
Just when he was hiding in the market and was most impoverished, almost all his personal belongings were pawned, and he only had a shabby jacket in the middle of winter. In order to provide food for the next day, he needed to write various sensational erotic dramas based on the former royal family.
For this reason, he even contracted an unexplainable disease from an old prostitute who lived with him. Until one day, his old friend suddenly found Lafontaine and introduced him to a powerful and prominent figure. It also changed his destiny...
LaFontaine, who slowly recalled all the past, finally got rid of the entanglement of most of his subordinates; and after passing through a series of gorgeous and decadent gardens with sculptures, fountains and flower beds, he finally came to an inconspicuous hunting ground. In the house. The man in black robe outside the door nodded slightly.
Immediately, Lafontaine was lifted up the door curtain and led in. But from this moment on, the majesty and reserve he once possessed no longer existed, leaving only humility and humility on his face; he was seen facing without hesitation an old priest with silver beard and hair, hooked nose and eagle eyes. He saluted respectfully and said: "May the Lord bless you, my benefactor, the guide of the soul, the mysterious ruler with incredible power..."
"My minister, you are already the king's new royal adviser, and you no longer need to be so humble and cautious." The old priest then smiled at him and said: "After all, according to the legal principles of the dynasty, Now I am also someone you need to monitor and control..."
"God in heaven, how can you think like this? I am your most humble servant." Lafontaine held his palm tightly and kissed the huge seal with blood-patterned roses: "You gave me all this. , if I can’t gain your trust, what’s the point of all this?”
That's right, the old priest in front of him is the noble man who brought all this to Lafontaine. Because he is not only the abbot of the Great Monastery of Vana, but also the president of the ancient Yahweh Monks/Holy Order; he secretly holds the privacy and secrets of many dynasties.
At the same time, he also possesses various extraordinary abilities to drive and control various abnormal existences in the underground world and darkness where only folk songs and proverbs exist. It was precisely because of the other party's operation that Lafontaine, who contracted a heart disease, not only recovered, but also replaced an ancient hermit.
"Since you have been summoned, your servant looks forward to listening to all teachings and guidance." Lafontaine would think of this, and then respectfully asked: "Please don't have any contact with me, as long as it is within your servant's ability. There will be no problem of course."
"Of course, it's nothing big." The old priest said straight to the point: "I just heard that at the royal meeting, His Majesty Charles intended to re-establish the royal family's confidential bureau and set up the position of postmaster; maybe you can recommend it and select some reliable and capable people.”
"This is my duty, there is no problem at all." Lafontaine responded immediately: "Please give me the list later. Your servant will never disappoint you..."
"Besides that, I would like to ask you to do me a small favor." The old priest clapped his hands again, and immediately walked out of the next room. He was wearing a high-whiskered skirt and holding a folding fan. He had a charming and classical beauty. Woman: "This is my old friend Mrs. Milady who has just come to seek refuge with me. I need you as an introducer to arrange for her and her daughters to appear at social events of the royal family and nobles at the appropriate time."
"My lord, I will definitely repay your kindness." Then Mrs. Milady, who walked out unnoticed with Lafontaine on her arm, hugging her arm with her full heart, also said in a tone that was unbecoming of her age and naturally charming: " My daughters and I have just encountered some bad things, and we need your comfort and teachings."
"Mrs. Milady, are you willing to accompany me at the royal family banquet?" However, Lafontaine, who was unaware that his eyes were becoming solidified and dull, suddenly asked as if they were old friends at first sight: "I can also bring them Adopt her as an adopted daughter and introduce a decent marriage."
However, after a while, Mrs. Milady returned to the hunting lodge, put down her folding fan, lifted up her skirt, and bowed her head respectfully to the old priest and said thank you: "Thanks to your grace, I have recovered those daughters and let them go." I have gained a patron, and I have succeeded in planting the seed of consciousness in him.”
"This is just following the trend." The old priest shook his head slightly and said: "Not long after you woke up from the long dormancy in the maze of the underground cemetery of the capital, you used the power of blood to rediscover those descendants. No. You know, how do you feel about this day and age?”
"This... is truly a wonderful era! Even the air is filled with invisible vitality." Mrs. Milady covered her face with a fan and said with a smile, "But the kingdom I was familiar with was destroyed. Those damn guys from the Royal Confidential Bureau are all dead too."
"Of course, the most important thing is that my ex-husband, the royal musketeer captain, and his friends with an excessive sense of justice will never have a chance to hinder me. And now sitting on the throne of Lublin Palace is a usurper of power. The family is surrounded by a group of flashy people."
"But you are wrong." However, the old priest shook his head without hesitation: "Your ex-husband, the De Baz family from D'Artagnan City, the commander of the Royal Infantry Guards, Charles the White Eagle, and The comrades who originally buried you have blood and descendants that have been passed down to this day."
"What?" Mrs. Milady heard this, but a smile full of cruelty and malice appeared on her beautiful face; she will never forget that the man who was once extremely obsessed with her was How to turn against one another and nail oneself to death in the iron maiden's coffin.
"However, this family has withered away and only a pair of children are left." However, the old priest's next words made her put away her surly expression: "As the male heir of the family, he is currently serving under me, so he can be regarded as The most powerful young man in the Secret Order."
"In this case, I only have one small request left." Mrs. Milady put down the folding fan and said with a sad expression: "Please arrange for me to get close to him. I swear that I will not harm him. Life only wants to give men the necessary tests and trials for their growth.”
"Okay..." However, the old priest took a deep look at her, knowing full well that this man who liked to play with people's hearts had a malicious taste. Yes, this Mrs. Milady is also a member of the heterogeneous group, and she is a particularly special one among them. The background of its birth is complicated.
It is said that her birth can be traced back to the father of King Sun, who encouraged and funded a large number of monasteries in the wild lands in the kingdom, and the world called it the era of King Philip III of Piety. As a chick in the slums, I almost experienced the ugliness of the city.
But in the end, a district bishop fished her out of prison and kept her as his mistress; but in the secret blood eating ceremony, she accidentally changed her fate as a sacrifice. She thus became the source of a certain blood demon whose only specialty after their birth was to charm males.
However, those in the so-called sisterhood can only rely on their natural charm and skills in bed to gain the favor of men, win them over in disguise as providers or exert indirect influence, and even hypnotize some weak-willed, vain, and greedy men. Most of the descendants of those who fear death are different;
In the era when Mrs. Milady was active, she could quietly influence and shake the hearts of normal people; she could even plant the seeds of hints and briefly change and manipulate the other party at critical moments. Therefore, there were even foreign royal families who fell under her skirt and bewitched by her.
For example, the prince's brother, Duke Pendragon, who almost inherited the British Isles and shared the Iron Throne among the seven kingdoms; and when Charlie the White Eagle, who was the captain of the royal musketeers, led a team into the castle where she was hiding; He was also stabbed and seriously injured on the spot by the attendant who suddenly rebelled against him.
As for why the old priest knew all this, it was because he was also one of the parties and participants in the attack on the royal castle with many casualties. Therefore, he also wanted to see what kind of effect she could have on the descendants of Charlie the White Eagle.
"You have to understand that there is no shortage of existences in this world that are full of malice and threats to us." The old priest said earnestly: "The rebels who have risen in the south, along with the liberals and republicans who fled from Seine City, and even It’s the remnants of the Chartists who have joined together.”
"Didn't you already send out the Harlequin Group and hire the famous Hunter Association to deal with the leader of the southern rebels?" However, Mrs. Milady said easily and freely: "And let my Crimson Sisters, Have you carried out lurking and infiltration in Lyon in advance?”
However, an urgent report from La Fontaine, the royal adviser who had just left, was suddenly transmitted from outside, interrupting the follow-up in the hunting lodge. Because the four legions led by Prince Conté, the Grand Marshal of the Kingdom, the Grand Governor of the Western Province, and the Lord of Burgundy, were defeated in Dijon and urgently asked for help.
(End of chapter)
