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Milady, the Marshal is back.

My lord, I was so looking forward to your return.

How did it go?

The King has denied me the loan.

The good services of Trémoille

were useless.

Nobody remembers my service to the Crown

or my victories in the battlefield.

What are you going to do?

Now I'm only interested in science.

I'm sure that I'll find in the studies of alchemy and natural phenomenons

the reward that the King's ingratitude has denied me.

Did you bring the new alchemist?

Yes, my lord. He came a few days ago.

- I want to see him. Now. - But you are tired, you should...

Come on, take me to him.

So you are Simian of Braqueville?

The most famous alchemist of all time.

I hope I will justify such fame, my lord.

I will demand a great deal from you.

If you provide me with the appropriate means,

I will put in your hands

the most mysterious secrets of science.

I have heard

that on a certain occasion, you managed to turn into gold

a piece of glass.

- It was in Basel. - Yes.

And I can do it again.

But in order to do that, I'll need a certain ingredient...

a very valuable one.

Tell me what it is, and you'll have it.

Blood. Damsels' blood.

They will have to be sacrificed following an old ritual.

Only then will we have the necessary means

to achieve the great creation.

But...

what are you saying?

More killings? It's too much.

I don't believe science needs to ally itself with crime.

Yes...

I can give you everything you want,

and such a grandiose end justifies the means.

Believe me.

Don't torture yourself.

Let your fate be fulfilled.

A destiny of glory and power like no man has ever had.

Give the alchemist what he wants.

He won't let you down.

I know it.

Do as I say.

God help us! The Baron's men!

Oh, my God!

Listen up! Do not resist and nothing will happen to you!

We only want the maid. It's an honor that our lord has chosen her.

No, not my daughter! I will not allow it!

- Swine! Murderer! - Father!

- Bastard! - Help!

Father!

Help!

Be nice and understanding with the Baron.

Otherwise, your mother and your siblings will be tortured

and they will have a terrible death.

Don't forget it.

You are like a young goddess.

Don't tremble.

You have nothing to fear.

Lock her up!

Take him to his chamber!

My lord, how are you feeling?

I'm all right now,

but those nightmares

always come back.

People shouting at me

and cursing me.

And the King accusing me,

condemning me.

The King admires you. You gave him his glory.

You led his soldiers to victory on many occasions.

And he is your friend.

If the King knew that I aspire to his throne,

he would send his troops,

and without the great creation, they would defeat me.

To reach the King...

If someone managed to do it, they would believe you.

You still are his best paladin.

He doesn't think so highly of me any more.

Now I'm only interested in the great creation.

Thieves, eh!

But it's not so easy to steal from Gastón of Malebranche.

There's been a mistake.

- We were expecting a tyrant's messenger. - What tyrant?

Gilles of Lancré. The Marshal from Hell.

I know him.

He is a noble and courageous knight.

You must be Captain Malebranche, returning after a long time away.

That's why you are not aware of the situation of this unfortunate land.

But you'll see that I'm telling the truth.

I was following Lord Lancré's orders.

There's never been a better leader.

You are a fearsome enemy, Captain.

- Three of my best men. - A lesson.

Think twice before attacking me again.

Next time, you will die too.

There won't be any more ambushes because,

as I said, you are not our enemy.

We are not bandits.

We will meet again, Lord of Malebranche,

and it will be you who looks for us.

Lord of Evil who grants the benefits of crime,

master of magnificent sins and vices...

Satan, we worship you.

Accept this young life that we offer you in sacrifice and favor us

so that power and riches are ours and we can worship you

in all your glory.

Lord of Hell,

may this blood serve

to achieve the great creation.

Hey, lass, bring me a jar of wine.

But... You are Gastón de Malebranche.

Bastiana.

Bastiana!

I'll be dammed! You look splendid!

You are quite a woman now.

- Where is your father? - In the kitchen.

Tell that knave to come out.

My goodness! You are here!

Is it possible? You, in the flesh?

- I thought you were dead. - I'm a tough man, Estébano.

I was captured during the campaign of Normandy,

but I was freed after the peace treaty.

Four years in prison...

I thought I would never come back.

It's a miracle. I'm so happy.

So am I. How are things around here?

- Anything about my Uncle Armand? - Yes.

- And my cousin Graciela? - Yes.

When I joined the army, she was 15.

Like Bastiana. I imagine she'll be beautiful as well.

I long to get home and embrace them.

Your relatives are fine.

When they see you, they will be jumping for joy.

By the way, on my way here I had an encounter with some bandits,

but I managed to get rid of them.

Their lord, who under my sword spoke about the Lord of Lancré,

offended me, and I was about to end his life.

But I saw something in his eyes that stopped me.

I found out that the Marshal, after the campaign with the British,

retired from the army and the court with all honors.

What a great soldier!

I want to pay him a visit.

I know he'll be happy to see me again.

Hey You, lass!

Bring us wine!

- Come here! - Swine! Let go of me!

Scream all you want!

You'll scream more when we come to get you for the Baron.

Damn you!

You are offending a lady, and that is not right.

- She, a lady? Don't make me laugh. - Apologize.

I'll teach you a lesson, meddler.

Please, Gastón. They'll come back, and I don't want them to find you here.

Do as my father says, I'm begging you.

That dalmatica with golden ornaments.

It's the Marshal's coat of arms.

They were his guards.

How is that possible?

They are real outlaws.

Yes, they were his men, and they will come back soon.

I don't understand.

Unfortunately, you'll find out what's going on soon.

But now there is no time for explanations.

Try to get to your castle as soon as possible.

We'll meet again, Captain, and we'll talk then.

Here it is, Lord of Lancré. Estefan Burguan.

The highwayman that dared challenge you.

The bandit Estefan Burguan.

Well...

your death will be much quicker

if you tell me where the rest of your outlaws are hidden.

There is no doubt this bandit is tough and brave.

He won't say anything.

That's enough. Take care of him.

Let him get his strength back.

Then I want to impale him in the battlements

and let him agonize for days.

The more, the better.

I want everybody to see him.

They will know how I punish those who rebel against me.

My lord, thanks to this man's information, we captured the rebel.

It's his brother-in-law, and he's expecting the reward.

Yes.

He's earned it.

Pull his eyes out.

That's how I reward traitors.

Guards, seize him!

Mercy, my lord, mercy!

No!

We still don't have the philosopher's stone.

Braqueville's efforts

have been useless.

It will come. We will obtain the great creation.

When? I spent all my capital on experiments.

The region is oppressed by increased taxes.

People are starting to rise up.

If Estefan Burguan's men regroup and find a new leader,

and if that old obstinate Armand of Malebranche

resists my demands...

Attack his castle and eliminate him.

You are crazy.

If the King found out, he would never forgive me.

Only the philosopher's stone

would give me strength to take possession of the throne

with nothing to fear.

Lord,

tonight necromancy will reveal how to act.

The astral convergence is favorable

for Satan to speak from a dead person's head.

Have them torture a vigorous young man

and take him to the ruined abbey at sunset.

I'll give the order.

No!

Lord of Darkness, we await your message.

We beg you. Speak to us.

On the next seven Saturdays,

seven maids more will have to be sacrificed.

Then you will have to repeat the process

and the great creation will be obtained.

Later, you, Gilles de Lancré,

will take over the throne of France.

You power will be limitless.

You will be the most powerful man in the world.

You will defeat all your enemies.

You will gain immortality.

And you will know all secrets of life and death.

Are you Matelain...?

Yes, my lord, that's me.

We are here to collect the taxes you owe Lord Lancré.

My lord, give us more time.

The harvest was bad.

We can hardly support ourselves.

We are very poor.

There are no extensions, bastard.

But, my lord, have mercy.

We don't have anything to give you.

The girl.

No, my lord!

Not her, me! Punish me!

No!

Do not resist, or you'll die.

You seem to belong to nobility,

and that saves your life for the moment,

although you will pay for what happened in the tavern.

Marshal of Lancré is a friend of mine.

I am Gastón of Malebranche.

We'll take you to the castle and let the Baron decide.

You better start praying if you are not a real friend of Lord Lancré.

Take me there.

Yes, Captain,

in our time in Orleans,

we didn't eat like this.

When I found out what happened in the tavern,

I knew only you were capable of something like that.

The best sword in France.

After mine, of course.

I lost three men, but you are here.

I hope that like in the old times,

you are at my service.

You honor me with your proposal,

but for now I've decided to retire from fighting.

I only want to go back to my family.

Perhaps in the future.

The Captain saved my life in Compiègne.

We were surrounded by the English and my sword was broken.

I thought I was going to die.

Suddenly, he appeared like a centaur, picked me up from the ground

and we left our enemies confused.

Good old times, right, Malebranche?

What do you think?

As I was saying,

the end is always the same.

Gastón, I want to show you something

to prove my affection.

I have never forgotten that you saved my life.

No, never.

Come with me.

Come.

Look, Captain, this my my laboratory of alchemy.

Tubes made in Arabia,

kerotakis from the East,

and melting pots made with clay from Judea.

Here are all the secrets of alchemists.

Greeks, Egyptians, Arabs, Persians.

I will invest all my capital in this place,

but soon I'll have the great creation.

I'll be like a god.

I will be King of France, I will conquer the world...

and if you want, you can share my glory.

My lord, it's very late,

and it's been a long day. We should retire.

You are right.

You'll stay here tonight and we'll continue talking tomorrow.

We will make big plans.

My mind will be cleared from the effects of alcohol...

and I will persuade you.

Listen to me, that man is dangerous.

You must kill him.

I owe him my life. He's always been loyal to me.

He is brave and audacious, and he can be very useful.

Kerotakis de Malebranche will never join you

and he is infinitely more powerful than Estefan Burguan.

He must die.

I always do what you want.

I've killed my best friends!

Those nightmares,

the ghost of all those women, those men,

and so many friends that I have executed...

They haunt me.

They hound me.

It was a miracle that I survived.

I managed to get to the inn.

There Estébano provided me with a horse.

I was lucky not to find any of Lancré's men on the way.

I don't understand what happened to the Marshal.

He was an honorable man and a brave soldier.

He is possessed by the devil.

That woman, that Georgelle, has bewitched him.

She and the alchemist, Sillé, who helps

in all his outrageous actions and all his crimes.

Has nobody risen up against him?

Yes, but his bandits finished off all those who tried.

Estefan Burguan upset him on more than one occasion,

but he was betrayed and ended up impaled on the walls.

Today, his men and my lord have run away and they hide in the woods.

Estébano knows where they hide and he'll put me in contact with them.

I'll try to convince them to fight again.

If I succeed,

I swear the Marshal from Hell will have an enemy of his size.

Gastón.

Graciela.

Exterminate Malebranche.

Gastón is extremely dangerous.

Sooner or later, he will confront you.

We must destroy him before that.

He was my guest.

It was your idea to kill him that night.

It's logical that he is my enemy now.

You should take over his castle.

His garrison is small, and they won't resist for long.

I will not lose him fighting against him.

Let Malebranche make the first move.

I will respond accordingly.

I want the great creation.

And this time, for your own sake

and Braqueville's, do not fail.

- We want to speak to Paul. - Who is he?

Gastón of Malebranche. A friend.

All right.

- Good evening to all. - Who is that?

Gastón of Malebranche.

Armand of Malebranche's nephew.

He's one of the privileged ones.

Why did you bring him here, idiot?

He wants to join us, to fight against the Baron.

Can we trust him?

He could be a traitor in the service of de Lancré.

We'd better kill him.

You're wrong. He is our best friend.

And he will be very useful.

You are the one that went to Normandy, aren't you?

Yes.

I was made a prisoner by the English.

I was captive for many years, and when I came back, I found out that de Lancré

is devastating our land.

You belong to the same class as the Marshal.

Why would you be on our side?

We're just a bunch of scoundrels

who only live to swell our lord's coffers.

And to burst when he pleases.

Believe me or not,

I will never be friends with the tyrants.

I will fight until my last drop of blood

against those who use their power to oppress people.

The only law I know is justice.

- That's why I'm here. - Believe him.

He is the most loyal of all men.

I know he's not deceiving you.

Otherwise, I would have never brought him here.

You've heard him, and you have the right to doubt him,

but not me.

I will hand you my head if we fail.

You're risking something beautiful.

I repeat, this man is trustworthy.

If our angel loses her head that she offers as a guaranty,

I'll skin you alive.

You can stay.

What's the matter?

As long as you are loyal to me, you have nothing to fear.

I am loyal always...

in all respects.

Yes, I know.

My lord, I have never seen a sword like yours.

Never.

Yes.

I think I'm the best.

Although I have a doubt...

Gastón of Malebranche. If we fought against each other,

what would happen?

It could be a great spectacle.

When Estefan died, many deserted and went back to their homes.

Only a few of us stayed.

And I think we'll be even less this time.

Sooner or later, the Baron will eliminate us.

We have to try again.

We have to convince the ones that left to come back.

Recruit more people.

It will be difficult. Very difficult.

The Baron frightens them more than the devil.

I will convince them that we can defeat him.

We'll gather a big party.

Have faith, Paul.

I must go back with my mother.

We'll meet again in two nights.

And careful with Pierre and Daniel, they will provoke you.

A bow.

We'll see how good you are.

I'll aim for those trees.

Try to intercept the arrow.

That's impossible. No archer in the world can do that.

You shoot, then.

Come on, do it.

Go on.

What are you waiting for?

I'd like to see if you fight with the same skill

as you handle the bow, Lord of Malebranche.

- Would you like to try? - Yes.

Come on.

Come on, Daniel.

Come on!

There you go!

Come on, Daniel!

Very good, Daniel! Keep it up!

Like that, yes!

Stop!

Come on, renegade, finish the job!

I'm not a murderer like you.

I will let you go.

Tell your lord that his days are numbered.

I've sworn to see his head impaled on the walls,

and I will fight until I succeed.

Nice clothes, right, Paul?

I really wanted a new outfit.

Come on, take them off.

- No! - Hey!

It's not my size, but it will do.

They surprised us near Soussé.

We couldn't defend ourselves.

They appear and disappear like ghosts.

My lord,

you will only defeat them if we take over the castle of Malebranche.

If we make Armand and the girl prisoners,

Gastón would surrender in exchange for their lives.

Gastón.

Damn it.

Damn it!

He took the leader of the rebels, and I told you,

he is infinitely more dangerous than Burguan.

Tomorrow is the tournament. Knights from other regions will come.

If someone was attacked, I would be in trouble.

It's your responsibility, Illé.

You will be in charge.

Tomorrow there is a tournament in de Lancré's castle.

It's the perfect opportunity

to destroy the myth of his invulnerability.

Be careful, Gastón, for God's sake!

Are you worried about my luck?

You know it.

You are what I most care about in this world.

I'll never forget what you've just said.

I've made you a band.

Would you like to wear it?

If I wear it, nobody will defeat me.

Grinaldus of Bersat, Lord of Aré,

Miterna, Arrás and Bersat.

Foolish. If I die, you will be lost.

One more Saturday,

and if I don't obtain the great creation,

your beautiful neck and Brakevill's will be in danger.

- Don't forget it, Georgelle. - My lord,

eliminate the Malebranche.

Gastón has humiliated you and his power grows every day.

They will be defeated, but it won't be easy.

The garrison is not big,

but they are loyal and brave.

The siege will take time and a lot of lives will be lost.

Maybe not.

- Why? - Estébano, the innkeeper.

I've discovered he is Gastón's confidant.

He must know the way to enter the castle.

He was followed, and suddenly disappeared.

There is some kind of secret passage to enter the fortress.

Perhaps.

Otherwise, we would have to jump the walls.

Have them seize him. We'll make him talk.

And don't forget the philosopher's stone

or I'll think that you and Brakeville have deceived me.

Speak.

Speak now or your agony will never end.

The secret entrance. Where is it?

There is no such entrance.

I swear!

Speak, damn you! Speak!

The wheel!

No, please, I'm begging you!

I can't bear it any longer!

I will speak!

Forgive me, Gastón, but I'm weak. Forgive me.

Speak now!

Two hundred feet

from the Roman bridge

there is a cave.

There are three entrances.

The middle one leads to the wall

of the castle.

There is a door that leads

inside.

Good. Now you are going to tell me where in the woods

Gastón's bandits hide.

Speak.

Speak now!

If it is necessary, break him in half.

My lord, this man is dead.

Bastard.

Bastard!

Dead...

How dare you, bastard!

It's your fault.

You don't know your job. You are useless.

Vicious woman, harpy,

resisting is futile.

We'll see your insolence on the sacrifice table.

We're growing in numbers

and very soon will destroy de Lantré's tyranny.

I've never feared anything, but be careful now.

If something happened to you...

What about your band?

With it, I'm invulnerable.

- What happened? - Gastón.

The Baron has captured Estébano.

- When was that? - Apparently, two days ago.

He'll be tortured. If he speaks, we are done.

I know him well.

He won't say anything. We have nothing to fear.

Let's go. We'll try to free him.

I'll think of something.

My lord, give me another opportunity.

I won't fail again. I promise.

Liar.

I've spent all my fortune, I've sold my soul to the devil,

oppressed my subjects and killed my friends...

only for you to become rich.

Years waiting,

almost going insane,

for nothing.

My lord...

And you... with your evil love,

with your potions,

what have you done to me?

What have you turned me into?

My lord,

I will always be with you. Always.

This evil...

has tormented me since I was a child. Why?

The most vulnerable point is the south wall.

We'll try to get in through there.

Paul, the rest will only intervene if they hear

the owl's call three times.

Daniel and Temón must wait with the hooks on the wall.

All right. Good luck.

Come on, throw the hook!

Don't move!

Where is Estébano?

He died. They tortured him to death.

Damn you!

Bastard!

Enough!

There is only one way to get those damned peasants

to stop helping those bandits.

An exemplary lesson.

You will inspire terror in the region.

Kill, torture, burn,

women, children and elders included.

But before that, we will got to Malebranche's castle.

Milón, if they resist, kill them.

- Go. - Come on!

Follow me!

No!

Captain,

Lord of Malebranche and his daughter have been captured.

How is that possible? The castle hasn't been attacked.

Apparently, we've been betrayed.

They went in the fortress through the secret passage.

- They surprised the night garrison. - Oh, my God.

- Estébano? - He couldn't stand the torture.

Sometimes we misjudge other people's bravery and resistance.

What can I do?

I hear you all...

defenseless creatures...

I... I killed you to satisfy my lust,

my brutal appetite.

Stop! Stop crying!

Stop haunting me!

My lord, what is the matter?

Calm down!

Sillé, my loyal Sillé.

I have sinned, and my soul is doomed.

The children...

Their spirits torment me.

Calm down, my lord.

I can't help it. My nature controls me.

They need to understand and forgive me.

My lord.

You are a great man.

It is difficult to be at your level,

but the people that love you, understand you.

I understand you.

Yes.

I know.

I'll try to ease my soul.

We will go to a monastery for a while.

We will do penance.

I will happily go with you.

This inactivity from our enemies

and the fact that Gastón hasn't replied to our message...

Don't fear, my lord. He will surrender.

He won't hesitate to exchange his life for Armand's and his daughter's.

Then, without him, you will crush the rebels.

You, Marshall of Hell, son of the devil!

Tremble because divine justice will fall upon you.

Your punishment will be eternal!

Death to all of them!

Well, as you can see,

the Baron's terms are very clear.

My life in exchange for Armand's and Graciela's.

The exchange will take please tomorrow at Santa Ana's junction.

Don't go. He will betray you.

I must turn myself in.

I have no choice.

Besides, he will honor his word.

- He's only interested in me. - It's a temerity.

There's no point.

I've made my decision.

Continue fighting.

Now you are many and united.

Paul will lead you to victory as well as I would.

Victory is close.

Do not fear. Gastón of Malebranche is a man of honor.

Besides, he values Armand and his daughter's lives much more

than his own. He will go to Santa Ana.

But are you really going to make the exchange?

Of course. He must believe I honor my word, too.

That way, we won't have any problems.

Later, you will capture the old man and his daughter again

and we will have the three of them... alive.

Gastón of Malebranche, the Marshal honors his word.

Here are the two hostages.

No, Gastón, I want to share your fate.

I don't wish to live alone.

Take her away.

She must understand there is no other solution.

Who is it? Who dares...?

Milady, everything worked out perfectly.

Gastón of Malebranche and the two hostages.

Now we have the three of them.

My lord, Malebranche, your enemy, has handed himself in.

He is your prisoner now.

Quick, I want to see him.

Now.

Brave Captain, we meet again at last.

But things have changed now.

I offered you my friendship, but you decided to confront me.

You are not the noble and brave soldier I met in Normandy.

You are a monster thirsty for blood and lust.

A coward and a traitor to your honor and your people.

Sillé,

bring the other two.

Gastón!

Damn you, traitor!

Traitor!

You didn't keep your word!

But you will pay for it, Marshall from Hell!

You will pay for it!

See each other for the last time

because I will kill you,

and I swear your suffering will be such

that you will curse the day you were born.

We can't wait any longer. We'll attack the castle now.

Right now!

But... we are not ready yet.

We've been doing all right with the skirmish.

Attacking the castle is crazy.

Libergé, if you are scared, you can go.

Whoever is scared can go.

If it's necessary, I'll do it on my own.

We are in debt with Gastón. We will follow him to victory or death.

Victory or death!

I'm proud of you, my friends.

Send emissaries. All parties should meet here.

God help us.

God help us.

Armand of Malebranche.

You've always envied my power.

What a pleasure to usurp my barony, right?

Now you will have my crown.

Your sweet and beloved Graciela

will be sacrificed.

Maybe her blood will help me

to obtain the great creation.

You will be the last one to die.

I have something very special for you.

This is my crown, Lord of Malebranche.

I will put it on myself.

Grandier, get ready.

Now.

Come on! Let's go!

Gastón, we have almost done it. We've eliminated almost all of them.

Come on, my friend. There are only a few guards in the tower.

We've opened the dungeons. The prisoners are with us.

Victory is ours.

Is Graciela free?

She wasn't in the dungeons.

Damned murderer, where is Graciela!

She is at the ruins of the abbey.

You won't get there in time to save her. It'll be too late.

Georgelle...

Gastón of Malebranche. Damn you!

You killed her!

Stop, plebeians!

I am your lord!

Your King!

How dare you confront me!

I will rule over the whole world!

All men of all races

will show me respect!

You, ragged bastards,

can't do anything against me. I am immortal.

I control the forces from hell.

Look. Can you see it?

Can you see its red gleam?

It's the great creation. I have obtained it.

Look...

knaves.

Can you see it?

Go ahead, yes.

Shoot your arrows.

I am invulnerable!

You can't deceive us, Gilles of Lancré.

Death surges up inside you.