Cain nodded, but did not rush to stand up, but slammed his right fist into his left chest: "Kain Basaka, the chief knight of the kingdom, hereby swears that I and my two thousand and fourteen survivors will be affiliated with Joan of Arc from now on, and Iris will swear to prove it!"

With that, Cain smiled and stood up from the ground: "Lord Joan of Arc, I have nothing to repay you, so I took it upon myself to gamble on the life that you saved, I hope you don't mind." ”

"Knight's Chief...... You...... Alas. Joan of Arc sighed, "You didn't have to do this, aren't we all for France?"

"As you say, it was for France, and you don't have to excuse it, I've already talked to my unskilled knights about it, and if it were you, it would be able to make them burst out with real power. Cain said firmly, "So, don't call me Knight Chief in the future, just call Cain." ”

Seeing that Cain had made up his mind, Joan of Arc couldn't refuse anymore: "Okay, I accept your oath, from today onwards, the Knights of the Guards and the Knights of Self-Defense will be merged, and we have lost a lot of troops in the previous battle, which can be regarded as a supplement." ”

"The more than 2,000 people under your command will be used as the sixth detachment, and the previous six detachments will be combined into five teams, and each detachment will still maintain the structure of about 2,000 people. Joan of Arc thought for a moment and said, "As for the appointment and dismissal of the detachment, it is up to you to decide, after all, you are the one who knows them best......"

"Yes, Joan of Arc, I will not let you down. Cain slammed his right fist into his chest, and the melancholy expression on his stubble-covered face suddenly lightened a lot. Ever since he entered Versailles, he had almost always had that listless expression, and now he finally seemed to be in good spirits.

"I can't see that a guy like you can say such beautiful things, I'm going to applaud you. Jill said as she wrapped the noodles into a basket.

"Boy, if you don't sarcastically say two words to me, you'll die. Kain ignored him, but took the barrel handed by the man below, and poured the freshly baked bread into the vat beside Jill, "Your work has become more and more, come on, I'll wait for you to come to me for a duel, and then I'll educate you well." ”

"Is this a threat, Captain of the Sixth Division, Lord Cain?" Gil straightened up and said, "If it's a threat, it's really no deterrent, believe me, the one being educated will be you." ”

"It's also possible that both of you were educated at the same time. Jock finished the basket of bread and turned to the two of them, "Am I right, Lord Joan?"

Joan of Arc nodded, "All private fights are forbidden in our ranks, and duels are not allowed without my consent, think about the punishment you receive." ”

Speaking of punishment, both of them, who were originally sneering and sarcastic, showed embarrassed expressions on their faces......

After the previous twists and turns, the situation on the Versailles side gradually stabilized. After the Knights of the Guards settled in the castle, three local orders also arrived one after another in the following days.

Due to a previous mistake, the captain of the sixth detachment, Caine Basaka, took the initiative to apply to go out of the city to pick him up. Under his leadership, these three knights entered Versailles smoothly, and with their joining, Joan of Arc's side suddenly became much stronger.

Although they were all local armies, the total number of the three teams exceeded 7,000, and the French army stationed in Versailles reached more than 18,000 people, including the integrated self-defense knights!

Although it still sounds like there is still a considerable gap with the strength of the British army, there is still a lot of hope that the decisive battle will be won, but only if the British army is expelled from Versailles first.

Cavalry is a good hand at rushing and pursuing, and always will be.

Putting down the information in his hand, Vlad III sat leisurely on the sofa in the room, his face very calm. The Kiss of the Goddess of Victory was placed on a table not far from him, and he could get it whenever he wanted.

He hadn't been out of his room much since he retrieved the sword that night, and Lancelot had been served food on weekdays, and sometimes he would invite Lancelot to enjoy it with him, so that he could drink less of the scarlet liquid that countless vampires coveted.

He hated the smell.

Lancelot naturally did not know what Vlad III was thinking, and he regarded this as a gift. In fact, this is indeed a gift, after all, the Bloods never bother with too much food, and no amount of blood can satisfy their desires, especially in this day and age.

The Black Plague raged on the land of Europa for six years, one-third of the population died in this heavenly punishment, and the death of twenty-five million people was also a great blow to the Blood Clan, whose rations, blood, were drastically reduced.

To be able to get extra blood at such a time, Lancelot could not think of any other word to describe this great act than the gift.

There was a sudden knock on the door of the room, and the sound of a rapid sound like raindrops hitting the ground was quite impolite.

"Please come in. Vlad III said lightly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the door was pushed open. Unexpectedly, the person who came was not Lancelot, but the owner of Wolf Castle, Viscount Torville of Bordeaux.

"Is something wrong, Viscount Tovel, you look very ...... right now Nervous?" Vlad III said, motioning for Thorwell to sit down. For the blood clan, tension and anxiety are almost non-existent, and hundreds of years of life experience have already wiped out these emotions, and all that remains is the poisonous desire in the depths of the heart.

"My lord, I'm sorry to disturb you all of a sudden, I hope you don't mind. Please come with me if you can, there are some things that must be discussed with you. Instead of sitting down, Towell made a gesture of please.

"It seems that I'm the last person to get the news, let's go, no matter what happens, as long as I don't mess up, I'm half the battle. Vlad III got up from the couch and said as he walked.

"You're not the last, in fact I just told Lancelot to invite Ralcaith, and I wouldn't have done it if it hadn't happened suddenly. Thornville said, and walked up to Vlad III to lead the way. Wolf Castle is the dwelling place of werewolves, and there is sunlight in many places, and only those who are most familiar with it can find a way without sunlight, which is also considered a defensive measure.

Despite being of the same bloodline, werewolves and vampires inevitably have a slight wariness of each other. This is easy to understand, even humans will be wary of their own kind, especially those heirs to the throne, which can no longer be described as vigilant, it should be called carnage......

The desire to kill is universal, as is the case with humans and the Bloods, but the latter is more pronounced.

Led by Tovel, Vlad III soon came to a hall shrouded in shadows. Even during the day, there were torches in the hall for lighting, and in the warm yellow glow of the fire, almost all the most important people in Wolfe Castle sat there, and the remaining two empty seats were directly facing the two who had just entered.

"Looks like something pretty bad has happened. Vlad III squinted, a subtle glimmer of light flashing in his dark red blood pupils, but he didn't say anything, and sat down at the round table in the center with Tovir.

"I'm sorry for the sudden gathering, but what is happening so far has exceeded our expectations. Towell sat down on the throne and said solemnly, his loose blonde hair hanging down softly over his shoulders.

"I didn't know you could be so polite, did you drink unclean blood?" said Towell, who was on the other side of him, sneering with his legs crossed, "Say whatever you want, don't give it to your mother-in-law." ”

"Watch your attitude, Viscount Gaugaute. Livian tapped on the table, her expression a little displeased. She has always been in charge of Toville's food, even if it is just a joke, it is an insult to her, "Unclean blood will never be brought to Lord Tovel, if you need it, I will prepare it." ”

"Okay Livian, don't do that, he doesn't mean it. Torville patted his wife's shoulder and said, "In that case, then I'll be blunt, the Black Prince Edward has acted, and it has exceeded our expectations!"

Vlad III nodded, but didn't say anything, if it was just this level of intelligence, Thorville wouldn't be so flustered, otherwise he wouldn't be worthy of being the leader of the werewolves.

"We always thought that Edward the Black Prince was trying to lure us out of the city to fight, after all, he lost a lot of men that night, and he himself was cut off by Lord Vlad, but after a few days of hibernation, the other party's camp did not move. "This is not the act of that fellow, and I can assure you that no madman can act so calmly. So I sent a team of men to check on the guy's camp during the day, and the bastard was gone. ”

"Isn't it great that we're here to get him out of Bordeaux. Rongaite shrugged.

"He shouldn't just be leaving, Viscount Thornville, and that's what you're worried about. Vlad III, who had been silent, suddenly spoke, his eyes fixed on Thorwell.

"Yes, sir, you were right. Towell sighed, "The scouting team analyzed their tracks, and they were heading southeast, and there was only one target in that direction worthy of his attack. ”

Vlad III was not familiar with the map of France, but that doesn't mean that the rest of the people present were not familiar with it.

"Bastard, his target is Versailles!" said Viscount Gaucaith, suddenly sitting up straight and stunned.