Human dimension reduction

That night, the Palace of Fontainebleau, where the king and queen lived, uttered an earth-shattering explosion. Amid the loud noise that woke up the whole of Paris, everyone focused on it.

The streets were quickly emptied and closed, and the doors and windows of every household were tightly closed. Only the army belonging to the National Assembly could be heard running forward in small steps. They were sent to different places in carriages, and a team went straight to Notre Dame Cathedral.

The Master Chief was impatiently rubbing the reins on his horse. Seeing the solemn and exquisite outer wall of Notre Dame Cathedral from a distance, he raised his whip and signaled his subordinates to guard several exits, and then turned his gaze to another person who was riding alongside him: "Lo Will Mr. Lin still go there? Oh, I mean, just leave such matters to my subordinates, they are all smart lads."

Speaking politely, the Master Chief had already winked at the adjutant next to him and asked him to go up and knock on the door, secretly cursing in his heart, it was really unlucky, it happened to happen to him when he was on duty. When it’s a good time to fish for money, those bastards who go to arrest the nobles will definitely get a lot of money, but he has to go to the church to find a priest to the Palace of Fontainebleau... Although the church is indeed very rich, but there is this outsider , how could he go to blackmail? !

The Master Chief once again secretly cursed a few swear words that are very popular in the suburbs of Paris. Seeing his adjutant follow the order and go to knock on the door, a corner of his clothes flashed in the corner of his eye. Go back to the church.

Damn it!Can't this inexplicable bastard just stay on his horse and make a nice display!

The Master Chief cursed angrily, spat on the ground, and quickly chased after him with a sullen face.

But before he could catch up with the doctor, another sound of horseshoes approached menacingly behind him, with the chilling air of armor colliding with each other, like a storm swept past them, he rushed directly to push open the door of the church.

The Master Chief took a closer look, his heart trembling: "Referring to... Commander?!"

Francois asked the priest to go with him immediately. He had just received news from the Palace of Fontainebleau that the king's condition was rapidly deteriorating. Malicious accusation, because it was originally one of the duties of the National Assembly to prepare priests for the prisoners, but apparently the sergeants guarding Louis XIII didn't care about the spiritual needs of the down-and-out king, which led to this small loophole.

Vincent on the side answered the words unhurriedly: "—Please bring a member of the choir, I think he will need a hymn to accompany him back to the embrace of the Father, in view of Queen Adele's request . . . I hope that this person is Monsieur Elianola, who has conquered all of Paris."

Francois suddenly turned his head and stared at Vincent with probing eyes for a long time. He didn't pay attention to this strange man just now. He thought he was just a deacon serving the king, but now it seems—— Why is there still something about Queen Adele here?

"I've never seen you before," said Francois.

"It's normal," the doctor smiled politely. "You are busy with business. I am just a little doctor who is running around begging for food. I live on the alms of the nobles. How can such a small person like me be remembered in your heart?"

"There are 640 soldiers in our army, and I know everyone." Francois retorted coldly.

"Oh..." The doctor paused for a while, "I am the doctor who is in charge of the health of Queen Adele. You know, since your Majesty moved to the Palace of Fontainebleau, I was dismissed as a court physician. Just a temporary hire—a substitute."

He touched his chin and said thoughtfully: "Perhaps thanks to the blessing of this decent face, Her Majesty the Queen is very kind to me, and sometimes arranges some unimportant tasks for me. I."

These words may be full of self-righteous greasy feeling when spoken by other people, but speaking through the mouth of the crazy doctor, coupled with his handsome and gloomy appearance... it is quite convincing.

Francois glanced at him again, but didn't say a word. A priest who was taller than him came out one after the other. Francois glanced at the priest and asked formally: "You name?"

"You can call me Petrosa," the priest replied cooperatively.

Francois nodded, and then set his sights on Elianola behind.

Ellianora was only wearing a loose robe, as if she had just gotten up from the bed, her long blond hair was messily draped over her shoulders, her eyes and cheeks were hot and humid, and her eyes were still wet. He was stroking his long hair with his fingers again and again, as if he was full of irritability and gloomy hostility because of sleepiness.

The moment he saw him, the strong coldness on Francois' body softened. He stepped forward, hugged his lover quickly and strongly, and comforted him with his ear Finally, she pressed the back of his neck and kissed him on the lips. Eleanora obediently raised her face to accept the kiss, and did not avoid the eyes of others from the beginning to the end. The enthusiastic Parisians I'm used to this for a long time.

Only Petrosha, who was standing on the side of the two, received Elianola's gaze.

The eunuch, immersed in love, looked at Petrosa without avoiding it, and François embraced him, but he saw someone else.

This kind of wonderful big triangle is really amazing, it can be said that it is a paradise for some special xp lovers, for example, there is always me or something between the two of you, it is extremely arrogant, it is really too exciting.

The priest's expression remained unchanged, with the slightly smiling face of a saint still on his face. After the intimacy of the lovers ended, he hurried to the Palace of Fontainebleau under the escort of a group of soldiers.

On their way to the Palace of Fontainebleau, a large group of soldiers with lamps and torches ran past, shouting, and a few strong men in embarrassing shapes jumped up and down and were chased to the ground by them.

"Catch them! They have assassinated the king!"

The chaotic shouts gradually increased, and the residents on both sides of the street couldn't help being curious, and secretly opened the windows to peek out.

But the strange thing is that although the fleeing people fled in a panic, and the pursuers chased them with great momentum, so many people arrested so many men, and even shouted for a whole street without catching them.

Those few seemingly clumsy people are full of tricks in every move. When they run, they will accidentally drop their buttocks and squat, but at the same time they will dodge a bullet, or they will accidentally fall and break the glass of the shop on the street. But it also happens to make a person who is about to catch him jump up and down.

Although they failed to catch up after chasing for so long, but because they looked too stupid and easy to catch, the number of pursuers behind them not only did not decrease, but increased. The task here is to catch these walking exploits.

Francois narrowed his eyes after watching for a few seconds. The keen commander had already noticed the abnormality. He stopped his horse and looked at the "Assassins" who were about to become smaller. He turned back and said to the Master Chief behind him, "Take them to Fontainebleau Palace."

As soon as the words fell, he had already clamped his horse's belly and ran several meters in the direction where the strong men disappeared.

Standing at the window of the Queen's bedroom at the Palace of Fontainebleau, overlooking the chaos of downtown Paris, the dark streets are gradually lit up with flowing flames, and those dotted torches and gas lamps converge into a river, and the bright light is brighter than the usual lights Even more beautiful, the little king was holding an enamel teacup in his hand, and the queen's maid came to him silently, poured him a cup of steaming new tea, then stepped back silently, standing like a clay sculpture. There was no movement at the tea table.

A man was left alone in the queen's room—even though he was still a minor, he was considered a half-grown adult. This behavior was very inappropriate, but no one would ignorantly rush at this young man at this time.

The queen valued him very much—even respected him. Others didn't know the reason, but at the moment when the king was about to fail, the queen who suddenly became very courageous was the only person who could lead them through the difficulties. They instinctively flattered the queen All the people around him who can curry favor, especially Edward—maybe he is the queen's lover, this possibility is not impossible, the Parisians don't care about this to be honest, they even feel relieved to have such a network.

Edward saw several little orange dots stop at the gate of Fontainebleau Palace, crossed the huge square, and the guards with live ammunition surrounded three of them towards the gate of the castle, so he once again cast his sights on the entire urban area.

Paris is like a huge chessboard. The chess pieces are running and galloping on the chessboard, and a few loose pieces are the first to charge forward. The chaotic chess pieces in the back are like a flood with a small belly, like a hyena smelling the smell of blood and flesh, drooling foolishly. Run forward.

"I hope you can get out of trouble safely, kind gentlemen." The little king picked up the teacup, and condescendingly raised it to the distance below, "Have a nice cooperation."

If Dawson, who was running for his life outside, heard Nan.In Feng's words, he must be so angry that he vomits blood for three liters.

Yes, he really wants to use the "king" to intervene in this important occasion of the black hole. The "king" is the best springboard for them. They can step on the "king" to get tickets for this black hole biological game, and even Surreptitiously leaving the "king" behind to win a separate seat for the bald eagle. When necessary, selling the "king" is also one of the options. It is obviously very stupid to talk about humanity and faith to black hole creatures.

After all, they are not human at all!

As long as the "King" is willing to take them to participate in it...the subsequent matters cannot be decided by it.

Dawson’s small calculation was crackling, and the experts outside the black hole also agreed that this is very worth trying. The big deal is to find a way to ease the relationship at that time. There are no eternal enemies and friends in the world, and there are only eternal interests. Well.

So amidst the ghosts of the two parties, the Sea Lion Commando successfully received the task of attacking the Palace of Fontainebleau from Edward.

And Edward... He was worrying about how to help the queen to deal with the aftermath, and smooth out the traces of the queen's murder of the king, so the helper came to his door, wouldn't it be God helping him?As for making contact with Dawson on purpose...it was just a little cute little trick.

He felt that he was really a dedicated mentor. After trying his best to help Adele reshape her three views of health, he also encouraged her to challenge herself bravely, and diligently helped her solve all follow-up problems. Is it possible in the world? Is there anyone better than him?

Of course, Dawson and his sea lion commando are.

"Thank you for helping me. I will always remember your dedication." The little king nodded politely. He never hesitated to pay high respects to the good people who worked for him.

"Mr. Edward, the priest who prayed for His Majesty the King has arrived. It is your uncle, Father Petrosa, and Eleanora is with him."

The maid reminded me at the door.

Edward put the teacup on the table, and put his hands together briskly: "Really, I just missed my uncle too, and the famous Mr. Eleanora. I have been curious about him for a long time."