"Stop talking, uncle!" said Jill impatiently, he was now in a state of stiffness, which could no longer be described as uncomfortable, "If you can't stand it, you can just leave, and Lord Joan of Arc didn't punish you, it was you who chose to suffer here......"

"You think it's suffering, right, it's okay, I thought you liked it. After adjusting his sitting position, Cain said with a wry smile.

"I really should have punched you a few more times, you'll be punished anyway, it's really ......" Jill didn't bother to speak, the exhaustion and soreness were eating down his will, but fortunately Joan of Arc had prepared enough food and water for them before, otherwise the two of them might be on the verge of losing their strength by now.

They're still wearing plate armor!

"Save some effort, we still have a lot more to do. Cain sat up straight again and leaned on the barrel of the flag gun, "I didn't expect that Versailles, which I once guarded, would one day reveal such a vicissitudes of life, knowing that even in the middle of the night, I could still hear people's happy laughter." ”

"Are you nostalgic for the past?"

"Nostalgia for the past...... Yes, such a beautiful day, why not?" Cain raised his head and looked at the twinkling stars in the hazy night, "Even standing on the cold city wall, as long as I turn back a little, I can see the warm lights floating in front of me, that is the Versailles in my heart, the brightest pearl of France, but it's a pity that we have left her in dust......"

Cain remembered the old days, and his voice grew quieter.

"There's no time for you to be low, sentimental uncle, think about how to correct the mistakes you have made, think about how to correct it, and blindly indulge in happy times, are you a poet?" Sensing that the person behind him was a little depressed, Jill bumped him with his elbow.

"I'll never be a poet, I don't have the ability to nourish things with words, the only thing I can do is wield the sword in my hand. Cain said, unsipping his sword from his belt, one end of the scabbard resting against the ground, the other hilt supporting his chest, "When are you going to sleep?"

"Don't ask me such boring questions, I'll sleep when I'm sleepy, if you want to sleep, just shut up, I need a quiet environment. Jill said, shifting slightly, "By the way, you don't snore when you sleep, do you?"

"I don't know, I sleep alone in the barracks, and no one told me if this will happen. Actually, even if you snore is nothing, you can bear with it, it's only this night anyway, and I don't want to stay with you anymore tomorrow night. Caine said indifferently.

"Each other, each other. ”

After the two finished speaking, they closed their mouths in unison, and without these slight noises, the surroundings suddenly became quieter.

Two people in the night, one looking up at the sky, the other bowing his head and falling asleep, if it is a young couple, it should be very romantic......

"If only the person behind it was Joan of Arc. Listening to the steady sound of breathing in his ears, Jill suddenly thought in his heart.

Once the thoughts in my mind unfold, they are like wild horses that have escaped from the leash, and the person on the horse can only run with it. As for whether this thought was a kind of transgression, Jill couldn't pay attention to it, and the only thing he could think of was all kinds of beautiful fantasies, and the things in front of him gradually blurred, as if falling into a heavy fog, which made people involuntarily close their eyes......

In the warehouse near the square, the space used to store wood is filled with a lot of food, and even the smell of black goat cheese and Batisse ham wafts through the air.

The large iron cage was placed smoothly on the wall side of the warehouse, and it looked like a small compartment for the administrator, but Christian in the iron cage had no duty to watch over the food, and he was guarded by the knights outside the warehouse, just like the food.

Aside from the fact that Christian seems inedible and dangerous, he is no different from these foods in terms of status. Maybe he's a little more advanced than that, after all, a small amount of food is brought to him every day, even though he's never touched it.

Both humans and werewolves need to eat, which is probably the only thing they have in common.

"Come here, come here, yes, yes, there's something delicious waiting for you here. In the empty warehouse, Christian lay in the corner of the cage and spoke loudly into the darkness, both of his hands stretched out of the cage, and the intact hand clutched a lump of food like a demon who had deceived souls grasping a brilliant gem.

He whispered softly to the dark corner and threw a portion of the food over.

After a brief dead silence, a chirping sound came from that corner, small but clear enough for Christian.

The part of the food that was thrown out should have been eaten, but the sharp chirping still did not stop: "Okay, okay, I've heard it, haven't you eaten enough, don't worry, there are still a lot of delicious things here, come, come here, you will have it in ...... soon"

Christian said, throwing out the food that had been pinched into small pieces, he had been a brilliant thief, and he was now, and it couldn't have been easier for him to control his strength just right.

The small food was like an invisible thread, slowly pulling the faint chirping sound through, and at the end of the thread was Christian's bony right hand, bent into a claw-like shape, like an open trap. The food lured the creature hidden in the darkness, it was a huge rat with its belly almost rubbing against the ground, it sniffed and fell into the trap step by step, and then, it was caught violently!

"Hahahahaha, what a good baby. Ignoring the struggle of the mouse in his hand, Christan stroked its shiny fur and said, he scratched the mouse's belly with the two remaining fingers of his left hand, and the movements were as gentle as if the owner was teasing the frightened kitten, "Hallelujah, don't be afraid, a guy like you doesn't need to be afraid, by the way, did you say a pre-dinner prayer today? Surely not, yes, this is not a good boy, come, come with me and say, 'Thank God for giving us every meal and renewing our lives, Amen.'" ”

Christian's movements were like that of a devout cultist, and there was even a rare hint of concentration on his hideous face, which was taught to him by some dead fellow, one of his few good habits.

After praying, Christian put his lips close to the mouse's forehead, as if intending to kiss it. But at the moment of contact, he suddenly opened his mouth wide, and directly bit off the head of the mouse and spit it out.

Before the blood could gush out, he lifted the corpse of the mouse and sucked up all the little blood in the body.

There are more things in this warehouse than rat blood, no, rat blood is the only thing unpalatable here, but Christian is not interested in those things, and human food has not been available to him since he became this ghost......

After sucking up the blood, he casually threw the rat's carcass out. Such a late-night snack would not satisfy his hunger, but it would suppress the desire that rushed straight to his brain.

He went back to the inside of the cage, not to catch the rats this time.

When he grabbed the railing again, Christian's blood pupils had lit up, and the inch-long bone claws popped out from the hideous fingers of his right hand, and then sawed at an imperceptible gap in the iron cage. If it is a purebred werewolf, with its strong flesh and sharp claws, it can quickly cut through these railings, but Christan is different, his bloodline is too inferior, and he can only be worn away little by little.

He's going out, to a place where there's no Black Prince Edward, and of course, no bloodhunt or any other organization that wants his life.

Whether such a place exists, Christian doesn't know, the only thing he knows is that he can't stay here anymore, even if Joan of Arc won't let people kill him, he will be driven crazy by his growing bloodlust if he is imprisoned in an iron cage all the time. A hungry monster, no matter how kind that saint is, she will not let him live.

"What a beautiful girl, just like my Elizabeth, if only I could take you away, hehehehehe. Christian said to himself as he cut the railing of the iron cage, "The body under the armor is not bad compared to Elizabeth, but unfortunately, the two beautiful girls do not really belong to me." ”

The more Christian thought about it, the more excited he became, and even the movements of his hands sped up a lot. The task he had to accomplish was not simple, in addition to cutting the iron railings, he also had to carefully control not to cut them. Every piece of iron railing that has been cut will be partially connected to the cage, and there is nothing unusual from the front of the cage, and if you look at it in another direction, you can see that the originally thick railings have been destroyed to a rather fragile level.

He could pull off the cut railing whenever he wanted, but he still needed to cut one before he could get his body through the cage...... It just takes time.

The door of the warehouse suddenly rang, and Christian hurriedly stopped what he was doing and changed to his original appearance, and by the time the food delivery man came to the iron cage, he had reverted to his lazy appearance like a dead corpse.

"Hey, monster, you're here for today's meal. The knight kicked the cage, then pushed the plate with the food through the gap in the bottom, and as he leaned down, the knight sniffled, "What smells so bad? like a dead mouse." ”

"Hey, don't be so mean, I'll be embarrassed if you say it in front of people like this. Christian said with a grin, kicking his colorless foot.