"Don't look like that yet, I don't have to kill you. With that, Vlad III plucked the kiss of the Goddess of Radiance, and if he had allowed his sword to stick in the Assassin's chest, he would have been eroded to death in a few minutes. He shook the ring on his right hand in front of the two of them, and even in the darkness, the eyes of the Bloodclan could see everything clearly......

Sure enough, after seeing the ring, the eyes of the two assassins suddenly relaxed: "My lord, we are here to monitor on the orders of our king Dracuri, and when we meet strange people, we will follow and hold them hostage by the way. ”

"Why did Father do this, he wants to make enemies with the secret party?" Vlad III asked, not holding out much hope, although the Dragon's Thorn was an assassination organization directly under the Draculi, they didn't really know much, after all, who would talk to weapons often.

"We've only received orders, and the rest is not clear, but our king has sent twelve groups of Assassins on the same mission as ours. ”

"Sure enough, you're going to attack the secret party. Vlad III said in his heart, "You two continue to carry out the order, but don't assassinate, just watch, the people who come in and out of here are basically nobles, and the risk of assassination is very high." ”

"Yes. The two of them knelt down on one knee and said respectfully.

"Get your arms back and pick them up, and keep hidden, I still have something to do. With that, Vlad III turned and left the alleyway. He had to make a trip back to Silvermoon Canyon, and if Dracuri wanted to attack the Secret Party, he would be the first to summon him, as for his pure-blooded noble brothers...... He will enjoy the honor that belongs to him in Delaculi's favoritism.

The night in Silvermoon Canyon is still silent, but the Gothic castle built on the mountainside is now brightly lit. Draculi once said clearly: "I am the prince of the night, and the light is the evil of this life." "Under his rule, the castle was lit up only when some important guests visited.

However, with the arrogance and solitude of the Grand Duke of Delacuri Dragon, no one would want to visit him if it wasn't something important.

Even the papal emissary.

Gold-adorned chariots are parked at the gates of the castle, and the road at the foot of the hill is lined with bone-pierced forests of death. If it weren't for Pope Gregory himself, Archbishop Abraham would not have come here.

The cardinal, who had been enjoying the offerings of all beings in the Holy Church, now stood under the throne with the Pope's scepter in his hand. Obviously he was the messenger of the supreme power of the blood clan, but he couldn't help but weaken his legs when facing the cold blood pupils of the man on the throne.

He wouldn't have been so scared, but the paladins who were guarding him were all invited into another room. Each of those young people was an elite selected from the family, not only with noble blood, but also with excellent ability. Before leaving, Gregory equipped him with six paladins, knowing that the entire Holy Knights were only a hundred!

Abraham's greatest reliance was now gone, and he was left to please the tyrant on his own, which was the purpose of his trip.

"The envoy from the Holy City should not be for sightseeing, otherwise this small hall would not be able to accommodate Your Excellency's gaze. Delacuri said.

"Of course, my honourable Prince Draculi, I am here to convey the sincerity of His Holiness the Pope. "Archbishop Abraham crutches his scepter, trying to look like he normally would.

"I'm sorry, I don't understand what you mean. Dracuri said, in a nonchalant tone.

"Your Royal Highness, His Majesty the Pope wishes you to go to the Vatican, and he will entertain you with a great banquet. Abraham explained, "This is the first time in nearly 100 years that His Holiness has invited you. ”

"Archbishop Abraham, I think you have misunderstood the meaning of the word sincerity. Draculi stood up from his throne, and the air was suddenly filled with a mountain of pressure, "The so-called sincere invitation should not come from you, as a cardinal, but from His Majesty Gregory himself. He will personally hold the coronation ceremonies of the two viscounts, not to mention the invitation to the Prince of Blood, so the so-called sincerity of the Pope in your mouth, sorry, I can't see it. ”

It was obviously a calm language, but it sounded a lot of pressure to Abraham, although he had considered that this old guy would not give face, but he did not expect to pick words in such a small place.

The firelight in the hall was also beating restlessly, flickering and dimming. Trembling, Abraham took out a red scroll from his bosom and handed it forward: "Sincerity, Prince, this is sincerity, please take a look." His waist was hunched, and the expression on his face was full of flattery, which looked a little ridiculous.

The red scroll was given to Abraham by Gregory himself, "If words alone cannot invite him to come, then give this to him." Gregory said when he gave it.

It was not known what was written in it, but Gregory probably wouldn't joke with the cardinal's life, and Abraham was thinking wildly as he looked at Dracuri as he approached him step by step.

Draculi picked up the scroll, ripped off the golden tassel tied on the outside, and read it. The scroll doesn't have much content, but every word is to the point, "Very well, since His Majesty the Pope has sincerely invited, then I will naturally go to visit him, by the way, put away the expression on his face, it's really disgusting." ”

"Thank goodness. Abraham said silently in his heart.

Delacouri acted in such a vigorous manner that in less than a week he was ready for the Vatican. The hundred-strong dragon knights were led by Vlad III's half-brother, a pure-blooded nobleman known as the "beautiful man", and were responsible for the safety of the entire convoy.

Compared to them, the six golden paladins were like a yellow leaf in a sea of blood.

Dracuri sat in his stately chariot in a black suit. A hundred dragon knights are divided into two teams, guarding this huge team in front and behind. Abraham's motorcade trailed like a worm at the end of the procession, heading for the Vatican.

Although they could only travel by day and night, the group was still moving fast, and by the time Vlad III arrived at Silvermoon Canyon, they were less than five hundred miles away from the Vatican.

"You said they were gone, how long have they been gone?" asked Vlad III, taking off his cloak and turning to the maid beside him. As soon as he returned, he heard about Delacuri's trip to the Vatican.

"Your Excellency has been gone for two weeks, and if you calculate the time, it should be almost there, do you need to prepare a horse for you?" the maid asked respectfully, taking the cloak from Vlad III's hand.

"No, why should I rush over when they've been gone for so long and haven't informed me. Vlad III said, "Besides, it would have been much better to have Radu by his side than I am." ”

The maid looked at Vlad III's side face covered by silver hair with red eyes, and whispered for a long time: "Actually, in our opinion, the prince actually values you more than the Duke of Radu. ”

Vlad III stopped abruptly, and a chill wafted through the air. After a long time, he slowly turned around: "Don't say these words again in the future, in this bloodline society, I will always be in the lower class." I'm just a tool, there's nothing important that isn't important, remember. ”

"Yes, sir. The maid bowed her head and said, hugging the cloak rolled up in her arms even tighter.

Vlad III returned to his room, immediately spread out a piece of parchment, and wrote down the whereabouts of Delacuri. He's just joined the Secret Order, and he has to come up with something to gain Kromia's trust. As for what Chromia will do when she gets these, it's not something he needs to pay attention to.

After writing, he took off the ring, roasted it on the fire, and pressed the ring to the corner of the parchment. After a few seconds, a slightly charred dragon crest was left on the paper.

Rolling the parchment into a roll, Vlad III opened his left hand, and a silver bat emerged from the palm of his hand. This is the ability that belongs only to him, turning a part of his body into a bat, and he and the bat can share perspective and thinking.

Watching the bat disappear into the night with a parchment roll, Vlad III looked at the silver moon in the sky, his eyes flashing red.