Surprise! The Supposed Talent Show Was Actually–?!

Six in the morning.

She slept for seven hours and woke up delightfully, rubbing softly on a pillow quilt. She jumped barefoot from the True King Size bed after satisfying herself.

In the main hall of the Grand Trianon Palace, Vera divided the cut butter bread to the witch, and the guard appeared from the room opposite the witch.

In the Clawson Show Live Room, the blood dove also just woke up, most of the audience was still remembering, and sporadic bullet screens appeared at the guard and sighed "Alas ~ ~”.

Blood pigeon: “???? ”

The program PD handed him the tablet and beat him: “Never mind, these CP haters can't help but wizard Xiaowei hit half the dry wood fire and had to fall asleep together... hey give me a cigarette, just lazy to brush my teeth...”

Live cameras have been turned into an amazing 8-hour brawl last night.

Grand Trianese Palace.

He did keep his promise, handed it to Vera, and then Chu Chu disappeared in the direction of the Versailles Palace.

“They're going to clear Louis XIV's card.” Witch's Reflection: “Probably the first clearance card for the start of the game. ”

Vera roughly flipped through the book and suddenly remembered what was left of her heart: “Fortunately, the deal clues came to us in the morning, and if last night - when Montelipan's second round of clues came out - the other players saw the cards, they would rush to Grand Trianom in the middle of the night. ”

Vera stalls: “You can't make up for it. ”

Witch Jane was choked by a little bread, and two words appeared in her head: "The clue will be sent in the form of a wake-up story”, “I'm here to solve the special situation for you."

The teenager buried his head quickly and couldn't help but lift the corner of his mouth.

When the two of them were rested, Vera finally looked at the watch: "305 alive, prom starts at 20pm, 13 hours to go. ”

Witch Jane nodded and quickly searched the data.

“Mrs. Montelipan is Louis XIV's most famous mistress, who is superior in power and power to the Queen and is known as the 'Queen of France's Substantiality’.” Vera's random contrast to a history of the King of the Sun: “Montreal Pan had seven children for Louis XIV and was officially expelled in 1680. Ultimately, the King forbade her children to meet her and forbade anyone to mourn her death...”

Witch Jane nodded and quickly captured the keyword: “1680… 1680 Montreal Pan was accused by the police of being involved in a well-known… incident. ”

Witch Jane.

Vera came and looked and saw just one French word that appeared in the record: messe noire.

“What does that mean?! ”

The two faced each other and, having retrieved all the information on the allegations, received only a few words.

“If this is a royal scandal, the king's first mistress is accused," Witchcraft closed the book: "Louis XIV is likely to take all measures to elute Mrs. Montelipan and erase the relevant narrative. The clues aren't here. ”

Vera rubbed her eyebrows and looked at Witch Jane and turned over the map of Grand Tria Farm.

“We went to Montreal Pan's room," Witch Jane pointed to one place: “And we need to know how she's spoiled. ”

On a pink marble stacked corridor, Witch Jane walks fast ahead.

The entire Grand Trinity Farm Palace is dreamy in the sun, with pink crystals reflecting brilliant light and grass spots adorned with orchids and orange trees.

- Both are the most respected natural totems of the Bourbon royal family.

The entire palace was once a gift from Louis XIV to Lady Montelipan, whose glory could not be compared to that of any Queen of France.

Louis XIV was quite a couple of mistresses, and it was hard to imagine how the mistress was eventually expelled by the king.

Behind her, Vera kept turning. The woman in the Fengxinzi show has an unusually strong dynamic vision - precise and affordable way to distinguish small words on a book page at long running speeds.

“In 1669, Mrs. Montelipan gave birth to her first child for the King and hired a governess. The teacher could not be a young, beautiful girl, so she chose an older widow, later Mrs. Mantenoun. ”

Witch Jane: “Mrs. Mantenoun? ”

The fragrance room's recipe records, along with Louis XIV, Queen, and Lady Montelipan, mention this female tutor, Mante Noir.

Vera turned back a few pages and stunned: “Later, the king was hopelessly in love with the female teacher, Mante. ”

Close the book.

Meanwhile, Mrs. Montelipan's room was finally opened on the side of the king's sleeping chamber in the Trianon Palace.

Intense vanilla, jasmine and orange infarct. The red velvet curtain drapes down from the tall rooftop and hits the sophisticated embroidered bed. To the queen bed is the painting of the mistress.

The first beauty of France, the Marquis de Montelipan.

The woman in the painting is young and beautiful and has clothing taste that will not be obsolete in decades or even centuries. Her apple muscles are high, arrogant, and scratchy, but she can't stop the charm in her bones.

“Any king's mistress will eventually lose her temper," Vera shrugged: "Between the king's next mistress and the governess she hired, Montreal Pan still holds a good card. Though...”

Vera sighed: "Not only did the king fall in love with Mantle Strong, but the children loved the governess more than their mother. ”

Witch Jane looked at the lady in the painting and nodded: “Psychological failure. ”

The two of them rolled up their sleeves and started looking for Montelipan's room, Vera said: "If the king's love is gone, the property of the Grand Trinity Farm Palace is the most important thing in their hands! What is the most important thing in the 31st century, the house! ”

The woman pushed open a wardrobe with a slight twitch in the corner of her mouth: "Several skirts are missing. ”

Witch Jane immediately said, "Could it be a new clue--”

Vera closed the cabinet and shook her head: "No, I think Chu Chushun left. Six pieces of clothing could be picked out by Chu Chu, only to indicate that the lady was dressed with great taste, at least as a smart mistress. ”

Witch Jane remembered a huge basket on Chu's back when he walked away. She nodded in a trance. When the two of them unveil the second curtain of the suite...

Witch Jane slipped back two steps.

This is an old hanging painting of a woman lying naked in the grass with a creepy pattern painted in red behind her back. The preacher handed her the baby - an unnaturally drooping baby in the neck, to be exact, with her cheeks even stuck to her purple chest.

“Pastor left hand.” Vera suddenly shook her mouth.

That's a blood-dropping dagger.

“What is this?!” Vera's almost disgusting expression and uncomplicated images, with the removal of the dagger and the dead infant, are just like the depictions of the beautiful woman, the priest and the scene in the 18th century. The painting is bright and sunny, but it makes people's backs cold.

Witch Jane looked at the woman's side face: "It's Mrs. Montelipan.” Looking up, the pink marble walls sparkled: "East side of the Grand Triano Palace -” he glanced: “Orange Grove Lawn. ”

The voice just dropped and the card in Witch Jane's pocket was hot.

Red dots marking the second round of clues appear on the abbreviated map of the line.

East side of the Grand Trianese Palace, E110.

They looked at each other and turned to the target point.

"Montreal Pan was expelled in 1680 on charges of ‘messe noire’ of unclear significance - quite possibly related to hanging paintings. Prior to that, she had seven children, Mrs. Mantenoun, a female tutor, who had replaced Montreal Pan for an estimated period of at least seven years. ”

“The timeline is spoiled, spoiled, accused. ”

“The new hint is the priest, the dead baby, the Falun Front--”

Witch Jane clasped her lips: "Sacrifice. ”

Vera grew up with her mouth.

Most of the players were at the Versailles Palace at this time, and the two clearly made it to the clue point in the first wave. The layout on the ground is almost fake and true, the reddish brown liquid solidifies beneath your feet, and the soil shows signs of a new turnover.

A few shovels were thrown under the trees not far away.

“I'll do it.” Witch Jane didn't hesitate to roll up her sleeves and let Vera stand by.

Dry dirt is much harder to deal with than witch Jane imagined, and it took almost a minute for a parchment paper to show up.

Witch Jane bent over and picked it up, like a broken corner of her hand: “But she could easily lift her heart. And for more than a decade, in order to entrench Louis' love, I went to Catherine every month to sacrifice my dead baby to Mass to pray for his return. Montelipan. ”

“Catherine.” Witch Jane frowned: “We need to find Catherine in Montreal Pan's notebook. She should be a frequent guest of the queen, a woman, aware of the secrets of the court, not in a low status, and enough channels to provide hundreds of dead babies for the king's mistress to complete what she used to pray for her indulgence -" Again, a few keywords crossed the mind of the witch.

Sacrifice, priest, Mass.

- Messe.

“Sacrifice Mass, Black Mass. ”

Montelipan crushed the dead baby onto her naked body and applied the mucus of blood bones, skin tissue spills to entrench the king's love for her.

Vera took a sip of cool air and her sympathy for Mrs. Montelipan finally became disgusting.

Witch Jane looked at the hard dirt: “There's something down there, I keep digging down--”

Vera suddenly looked up.

In the distance, two athletes rushed in, one in the wind. When she saw Witch Jane take a shovel, she quickly went under the tree and grabbed a shovel, pulling closer to Witch Jane.

Ming Yao smiled and looked like a fox with a big tail. The same mistress perfume as Witch Jane still hasn't dissipated: “The little witch is playing with the mud! Let's do it together! ”

“…” Witch Jane has never seen such a brazen man with a clue to a copy. Vera stayed silent and approached Ming Yao's teammates to divide the battlefield.

Witch Jane thought slightly, thinking that the earth was hard and indestructible, and nodded softly: “Together. ”

In other words, Ming Yao was alert to the witch Jane.

Two people, you shovel, I shoveled for a few minutes, the witch leaves no trace of the direction of the excavation to avoid the hard objects previously touched by the shovel, Ming Yao suddenly threw the shovel away: “You are lazy! ”

Witch Jane argued cunningly: "I didn't! ”

Ming Yao's arm is about to leave: "I'm not digging anymore, you play yourself. ”

Witch Jane would love to: "Good duck, good duck! ”

Ming Yao turned back three times and saw the Witchcraft look into the earth and turn back between the electric lightning stone fires, holding the shovel to intercept the spoils of war.

There is nothing in the earth.

Witch Jane made a sudden enlightenment look, shoveled and waved to Vera: “Let's go. ”

Ming Yaotong was a fool. Squat down next to the big hole you dug, and wave to your teammates: “Look what's in here. Am I stupid...”

Teammates are so tired: “You're just stupid! There's nothing in there. What about you? Let's go catch up with the little witches! ”

Ming Yao slapped his head, pulled his legs and ran.

At the Grand Trianon Palace, Witch Vera flew between the corridors and chased in a hurry behind her. As she passed through Montelipan's room, Vera threw a stone across the corridor and brushed open the gate to take Witch into hiding.

The chase finally went away.

“We don't have much time.” Vera pulls out the machete: “They'll be here soon. ”

Witch Jane nodded and searched in Montreal Pan's bookcase as fast as she could. Romantic novels, legal literature, legal literature, remain legal literatures--

Witch Jane's fingertips.

A visitor's note from 1677.

Between April and July, there were hundreds of secretly numb writings, and Witch Jane swept them and stuffed them in her uniform, picking out several more copies that were related to religion on the bookshelf.

Vera: "Ready to go? ”

Witch Jane: “Wait for me for half a minute.” The teenager quickly pulled out the paper and pen from his desk and wrote a small line, "Versailles Palace and Peace Hall, third cabinet on the left hand side”, in the lower right corner of the frame.

“…” Vera watched as Witch Jane falsified the clue and quickly raised her thumb. Except the font is round and too cute, there's nothing wrong with it!

The two men withdrew silently from the side door of the room, and Ming Yao's footsteps happened to come in through the main door.

Witch Jane slowly and slowly took the door.

Two people quickly left the corridor, looking for a safe area...

Vera suddenly looked out the window.

By the big hole that Witch Jane dug out, the thin fire just followed the clue and was squatting in the hole to enlighten.

The two of them immediately hid back in the window and Vera's heartbeat intensified: "Is there anything else he hasn't dug out? Will he continue...”

Witch Jane shook her head: “According to the normal athlete's mind, she will only assume that something has been removed. ”

Outside the window, thin fire thought for half a day, finally crying and looking at the red rose Ning Fengbei: “Someone took a step. ”

Ning Fengbei revealed his eyes of caring for the mentally handicapped: “The people who opened the clue were already in the Trianon Palace. Can I give it to you if I don't take it? Do you think he's Kong Fung? ”

Red rose jade waved: "Go, search the Trianon Palace! ”

Vera took a long sigh of relief and her eyes glistened to the witch. In the light of the circumstances, Witch Jane believes in anything she says.

Witch Jane consoled: “As long as you don't run off thinking, you'll search the palace. ”

As the side door creaked open, the two cats studied Montelipan's hospitality notes in a room. A total of 26 "Catherine” appeared between April and July. Vera's eyes were almost black.

In 17th century France, ladies apparently liked to stack names Annie, Mary, and Catherine.

Witch Jane followed the record, and most of these “Catherine” were some countess, some marquise, some nobleman ——

His gaze suddenly stopped in one place.

Catherine from Paris, a midwife.

“Midwives -” Vera reacted instantly: "Dead babies for Black Mass! ”

The pages were quickly turned over, with Catherine from Paris visiting twice in April, once in May and June, and even three times in July.

Every time stay in the 6th room on the left wing floor.

“It's her.” Witch Jane finally confirmed. On the other side of the window, Ming Yao suddenly ran out with his teammates and headed towards the Versailles Palace.

“…” Vera's emotion: “I really went to the third cabinet on my left. ”

The gate rang and the light fires entered the palace at the same time as the red rose.

“Wait for them to leave the corridor.” Witch Jane said briefly.

Next to the lawn hole, two B-level practitioners came and squatted in the original thin fire-breathing position and patted his thigh for half a day: "I said how the hole was empty, it was already taken away! ”

Across the corridor, Montreal Pan's bedroom door pushed open, and Witch Jane confirmed through the door that a group of thin fires had entered the bedroom.

“Go.”

Vera quickly followed Witch Jane out of the stash and approached Midwife Catherine's room.

Room 6 on the left wing is simply decorated with pure white curtains floating in the breeze. Vera looked at the watch: “It's four hours away from the prom. ”

Witch Jane nodded and the two of them began to look for each other as they became familiar.

Catherine's portrait was unexpectedly hung on one side of the wall as a hint to the contestant.

“It's really her.” Vi relieved herself and carefully detailed the portrait. Catherine was about forty years old, wearing a midwife's turban, and the portrait was held by the devil.

“Her reputation shouldn't be good.” Vera thought, fingertips cruising the spine of the book. After countless experiences of searching for books and turning over books, she was particularly precise in this case, turning over the courtroom interrogation of Catherine: "… using her as a midwife to steal thousands of dead babies, placenta, perform evil religious ceremonies, and after investigation, the client involved several nobles and the king's mistress… in addition to selling poison and attempting to assassinate the king… to inflict fire…”

“Montelipan should have been her confessor, and Catherine was arrested in 1680, coinciding with Montelipan's expulsion.” Witch Jane said, opening a note signed by Catherine Lavazan.

It should be my last visit to Mrs. Montelipan, who asked for Tofana's Immortal. God, Black Mass hasn't satisfied her appetite yet.

- The lady said that if the king no longer loved her, she would be like those Italian women...

Witch Jane hid the last manual.

Almost all leads have been collected.

Vera Yang frowned and smiled: "To dig a hole? ”

Witch Jane nodded: "Dig a hole and prepare for clearance. ”

The two were waiting outside, and suddenly there was a conversation coming out of the hallway.

Ning Fengbei: “? How can you be of any use?! ”

"At first glance, that word belongs to a little witch, as fat as he draws. Okay, this copy is very simple. Find something. Catch the little witch! ”

“…” Witch Jane choked.

Vera was suddenly reminding me, "Wait, the deck turned into Toffana Immortal!" And that hole-- ”

Outside the window, Caesar squatted in the hole with a tiny stain, and Caesar had a shovel in his hand.

Little dye suddenly collapses: “Told you! Someone took the clue, you dug it, you dug it! ”

Caesar dissatisfied: "Why can't we dig!” That's a Tarot card. He's the son of God. Maybe he missed it.

After the slip, I started digging the dirt.

Vera shivered back: “In the normal athlete's mind, we just think that the clues in the hole have been taken...”

Caesar is not a normal player!

When Caesar digs something up, it's as hard to grab a prop from Caesar's little dye as pushing another copy.

There's only one way.

Witch Jane immediately broke off and kicked open the door, screaming with her voice: "Brother Thing! ”

Marquis de Montreal, 5 October 1640-27 May 1707. “The true queen of France."

Thank you CHIAx3, apricot x3, broad-legged businessman online, little freak's mine ~ ~

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