Suddenly it began to rain in the sky, and without warning, the curtain of rain that connected heaven and earth swept through all of Versailles, hiding the traces of the ruts of the frantically fleeing carriages.

The light of lightning split through the black sky, exposing what was hidden in the rain curtain, and swarms of silver bats flew out of the confines of the palace and converged in some dark corner.

Vlad III came out of the corner, drenched in the pouring rain, which slid down his silver hair and made small splashes on the ground.

He didn't pay attention to the heavy rain falling from the sky, and stared directly at the majestic walls of the Palace of Versailles, Vlad III's blood pupils lit up silently, exuding an icy chill in the rainy night.

Even if there was rain, even if it was so far away, he could smell the faint sweetness of the air. The inhabitants of Versailles, who were forcibly left behind, are probably now corpses in costumes.

"It might be a great blessing to have a big meal on a night like this, so it's good for everybody to stay there. Vlad III withdrew his gaze and walked in the direction of the manor. Gilles de Ray had his own plans, and so did he.

Now is the time.

In the dark hallway, a figure was dragged to a cell, where the doorkeeper opened the door with a key and threw him in like garbage.

"The cripple inside, you have a partner from today, get along well, hahahaha......" The doorkeeper laughed wildly and closed the door of the cell, the sound of the heavy iron door in the silent dungeon was unusually crisp.

It was only when their footsteps faded away that Cain, who had been huddled in the deepest part of the cell, stood up and walked over with the stump of his right arm in his arms, trying to see who had been locked in again.

The man lying on the ground was wearing a noble dress, but now the clothes were crumpled, and with the bumps along the way, although they were not damaged, they were really not very tidy.

Cain struggled with his left hand to turn the man over, but as soon as he exerted his strength, the fainting body on the ground suddenly bounced up and slashed at his neck like a knife.

Although he lost an arm, Cain was once the strongest knight commander in France after all, and his left elbow jerked up, blocking the hand knife and then kicking his right leg back, directly to the side of the man's face.

However, Cain didn't get it, he was too weak and miscalculated the angle of the kick. His legs brushed against the man's face, and he couldn't hold his strength, and the whole person lost his balance and rolled to the ground.

"It's over. Cain thought to himself, shielding his head with his left hand.

But what he didn't expect was that the man didn't take this opportunity to beat him, but sat calmly on the ground.

"Get up, Kain Basaka, I won't beat you again. Jill sighed, leaning her back against the wall of the dungeon, one arm resting on her propped leg. He just sat there, unable to see his eyes in the dark.

"It's you!" Cain said in surprise, his expression was strange, a little like laughing, but there was a look of surprise and sadness on his face. After a moment of silence, Cain raised his head and smiled self-deprecatingly, "I thought you had escaped, it's ridiculous, and you are still waiting here with the feeling that you will come to save us." ”

Since being caught in the dungeon that day, Cain has not given up hope of getting out. The men and horses led by Gil approached half of the Knights' strength, and as long as he was not caught, he would come and rescue them sooner or later.

"It's rare that you have hope for me. Jill looked up and looked into Cain's eyes, which were more vicissitudes than he had ever seen before, like the look of hope completely shattered.

"Well, tell me about your situation. I'll tell you the good news first, we're not going to be put to death here, but the bad news is that we're not going to be released either, so we've got plenty of time to get around here. After calming down, Cain looked at Jill and said.

"How's your arm?" Jill said, gesturing to the wound on Caine's severed arm.

"It was cut off, and I don't know how that guy did it, I didn't even react, and my arm was gone. Caine said indifferently, as if he wasn't the one who had lost an arm.

Jill nodded, he already knew who was cutting off Cain's arm, no, it should be said that those guys weren't human at all, just like he was now.

"Your expression is so strange, like you've seen a ghost, tell me about your experience, or I'll really want to die here. ”

"Here's how it is......" said Jill, giving a rough account of what had happened after they fled that night, but he didn't tell the secrets of the Bloodline, partly because Cain wouldn't believe it, and partly for safety. Although Vlad III had not told him not to tell anyone else the secrets of the Bloodline, Gil vaguely felt that if he did, he would face much more terrible trouble than he did now.

"So, you've escaped. Cain nodded and said, he suddenly smashed a punch on Jill's face, and his expression became a little hideous, "Why, since you escaped, why don't you run away and find enough people to come back to rescue?"

With his left hand, Cain grabbed Jill's collar and pulled him up from the ground to the wall, glaring at Jill with bloodshot eyes, furious like a sick lion.

"What's going on over there, Lord Cain?" asked the head maid worriedly, hearing Cain's noise.

"We're fine, sorry for worrying you. Caine's teeth rattled in his mouth, and he took a deep breath, let go of Jill's collar and said, it was over, and there was no point in blaming anyone.

"It's okay, please be as quiet as you can, and don't disturb Joan of Arc's recovery......" said the maid, her voice gradually quieter.

"Wait a minute, did you mean that Jeanne d'Arc is over there?" Hearing the head maid's words, Jill ran to the cell door and peered through the bars. The area of the bars was too small, and even if Jill desperately squeezed his face into deformation, he couldn't see the figure in the cell on the other side.

"That's right, Joan of Arc is here, please keep your voice down, but you...... You're Lord Jill, and you're still waiting for you to save you, alas. The maid sighed.

Caine glanced at Jill expressionlessly, and the disappointment in his eyes was self-evident.

"I'm here to save you. Jill said, stretching his right hand out of the window of the bar, and before Cain could react, he had already twisted the iron lock on the outside and the deadbolt, and then pushed the door open and walked over.

Arriving at the cell where Joan of Arc was being held, Jill exerted another force, also breaking the tightly held iron cables. He walked in amid the stunned eyes of the maid, and then saw Joan of Arc lying on the bed.

"Joan of Arc!" Jill ran straight towards Joan of Arc, then fell on one knee on the edge of the bed, he leaned down and gently stroked the somewhat messy blonde hair on Joan of Arc's forehead with his fingers, trying to wake her up, "Joan of Arc, I'm Jill, I'm here to save you......"

Jill tried to lift Joan of Arc up from the bed, but he didn't have the courage to touch her body, so he could only hold Joan of Arc's shoulders and shake it gently, trying to make her open her eyes.

"Lord Jill, no!" the chief maid who reacted exclaimed, and then hurriedly stopped her. She pushed Jill's hand away and carefully tucked Joan back into the covers, before glaring at Jill with some reproach.

"You're mistaken, I don't mean anything else, I just want Jeanne Arc to see me. Jill thought the head maid was mistaking Joan of Arc for him, and hurriedly explained.

"How can this be! You don't even look at the current situation, Joan of Arc's body hasn't recovered yet. The chief maid said reproachfully, "Also, you just said that I misunderstood, where did I misunderstand, but you went directly over and shook Joan of Arc's body!"

"I know it's wrong, I'm sorry, but why does Joan of Arc keep sleeping?" asked Jill worriedly, looking into Joan of Arc's closed eyes.

Let me answer that. Caine walked in with a broken deadbolt, he walked up to Jill step by step, and then sat down, "That night, after we were surrounded by British troops, in order to save our lives, Lord Joan of Arc proposed a duel with Edward the Black Prince. ”

"We thought that Edward, the Black Prince, would not agree, but he accepted it with a smile. At first, we thought that we had a big advantage, because even I was not an opponent of Joan of Arc one-on-one, and I thought that Edward the Black Prince's combat power was at most equal to mine, but I didn't expect ......" said Cain, with a hellish expression.

"That's not a human move, at the beginning, Lord Joan of Arc could still stalemate, but after that guy got serious, the situation was reversed in an instant, and Lord Joan of Arc had no ability to parry at all!" Cain's face showed a painful expression, he was the only witness among these people, and the torment in his heart can be imagined, "That bastard smashed twenty punches after knocking down Lord Joan of Arc, and even the God Armament that Lord Joan of Arc was wearing was torn apart, bastard......"

Listening to Cain's narration, Jill's teeth involuntarily snapped together, his arms throbbed with obvious green tendons, and his eyes gradually turned red. The flames of anger washed over his reason, and the restless blood flowing in his veins was like a pack of wolves running wild, and he wanted to tear something apart, to shred everything that hurt Joan of Arc!