After reading the information in his hand, Radu disdainfully curled it up and ignited it with the flame of a horse lamp. Seeing that the flames basically covered the entire parchment, Radu threw it into the sky with all his might, and under the action of wind and fire, the burned parchment fluttered in the night sky like a butterfly, and gradually extinguished in the distance with a faint smell of burning.

"Edward, the black prince, is really good at playing, the first thing that the guy known as the god of war thought of after occupying the pearl of France was to hold a ball, which is really interesting. Radu rubbed his fingertips stuck to the dust and said disapprovingly.

"My lord, do you want to take this opportunity to attack the dungeon of the Palace of Versailles, with the cover of those humans, we will retreat quite smoothly at that time. The man shrouded in black humbly stood behind Radu and said tentatively.

"Forget it, I don't have that kind of thought, it's too troublesome to save people or something. Radu shook his head, a helpless expression on his face, "That guy with a bad personality will offer Joan of Arc to us, just be patient, rash attack will only expose our existence prematurely, then it will be meaningless." ”

Radu picked up the wine glass from the small table and took a sip: "But you better prepare, I am a little interested in that ball, I have been hidden in this city for so long, my body is almost rusty, I need to dance with the beautiful girl, and move my muscles." ”

As he spoke, he drank all the blood from his cup.

The evening breeze on the prairie ruffled Radu's long golden hair, and he smiled and looked in the direction of Versailles, humming an elegant waltz in his mouth. It was his favorite music, but it wasn't well received by Draculi, and Radhu would give his loyalty a little time off when his father's eyes couldn't reach him......

A waltz was quickly hummed, Radu took a deep breath, and then said with a smile: "I'm almost done for supper, let's go, go back, I have to prepare well, after all, it's too eye-catching to appear with this face......"

"It's going to be a ball, this guy is really willful. In a manor house in the city of Versailles, Ronette looked at the notice in his hand and said with a sneer, next to him, Tovel was wiping it with the light of Rome.

He first polished the sword body with a coarse cloth, then applied some oil to the sword body and slowly smoothed it out, in fact, he didn't need to do this at all, the strength of the alchemy weapon was far greater than that of Damascus steel, and it almost didn't need to be wrapped...... Tovir did this just to give himself a reason to calm down, and since entering the city, he had been extremely nervous.

"Seriously, I'm not surprised that bastard would do anything, but he's arrogant to do it. After wiping the blade clean for the last time, Thornville said as he inserted the Roman Light back into the scabbard.

"If I had more than 3,000 vampire legions working for me, I would be even more arrogant than him, but I just don't like him. Ragaite said as she tore the notice in her hand to shreds.

It had been almost a day since they entered Versailles, and they had thought that the process of infiltrating would be difficult, but unexpectedly, the doors of the whole Versailles were open, as if the welcoming hosts were welcoming the guests.

Faced with this situation, both Tovir and Rocaite were left at a loss, and they separated from the city to infiltrate and then meet at the manor that Tovir had previously purchased under another identity.

The manor's location close to the city gate makes it a fairly large area, and even if more than seven hundred people are hidden, it seems more than enough. As for the Knights under Gilles de Ray, Vlad III had them dispersed and integrated into the houses of Versailles, failing which their whereabouts would soon be discovered.

"Don't talk about that yet, have you seen Master Vlad, who disappeared after the sun went down, and didn't know what to do?" asked Thorville, washing his hands.

"You're kidding, how do I know about that guy. He gave him a blank look.

"I know what Master Vlad said. Lancelot said as he descended from the entrance to the cellar, "He took Gilles de Ray in the direction of the inner city after sunset, and I don't know what to do, but if anything, Lord Vlad should be able to deal with it." ”

"I hope so, I don't want to be besieged by over 3,000 vampires because of him. Rongaite leaned her legs on the table and said disdainfully to Lancelot.

Lancelot's face stiffened a little, but he didn't say anything, he walked up to Thorville indifferently and said, "My lord, Lord Livien wants you to come over, she seems to have something to say to you." ”

"Okay, I see, thank you. Thorville patted Lancelot on the shoulder, then moved his lips for a moment of misalignment, and said something in a voice that could only be heard by the two of them.

"It's my pleasure, my lord, I have something else to do, so I'll take my leave. Lancelot nodded imperceptibly, then smiled and saluted. After climbing out of the cellar, he glanced coldly in the direction of Queait, and the cold red glint in his eyes flashed away.

"Don't you think you're too hostile to Lord Vlad?" In the cellar, Towell looked at Ronate, who closed his eyes and recuperated, and said lightly, "I don't care what happens between the two of you, now please let go of this grudge, in front of the Black Prince Edward, we have no extra energy for infighting, I hope you will be sober." ”

Listening to Tovir's words, Rongaite raised his eyelids, his blood pupils lit up unreservedly, like a beast that had stimulated his ferocity: "Hey, don't put on a pretense of teaching me, anyway, I can't beat him, so what can I do." ”

With that, he walked to the staircase of the cellar.

"Hey, where are you going?" asked Thornville, frowning, "Don't make any more noise at this time." ”

"Mind your own business, Lord Tovel, and don't forget that your wife is waiting for you. I'm going to take a break, and it's hard for me to be in this dark place. With that, he opened the entrance to the cellar and dodged away in the night.

Behind him, Thorville sighed faintly and walked towards his quarters.

At night in Versailles, due to the fall of the city, the originally lively streets once again became silent. Although British patrols rarely pass through the streets, people prefer to stay in their homes and not face them.

However, in front of an elegant mansion, two figures, one tall and one short, were talking in a low voice at the moment.

"Is this the place where Joan of Arc you said she had borrowed, and it looks pretty good. Looking at the elaborate mahogany gate in front of the mansion, Vlad III said lightly, "If it's people in this kind of place, they should know where they are being held, go and knock on the door." ”

Jill nodded, then knocked softly on the door. Although most of the people were ready to go to bed by this time, the door of the mansion quickly opened, and a man dressed as a maid opened the door a crack, and then looked at the two suspicious men with alarm.

Both Vlad III and Gil wore cloaks that covered their bodies, and it was no wonder that the maid did the same.

"Who are you, and what are you doing here at this time?" asked the maid in a suspicious voice.

"Remember me?" said Jill as he pulled down the cloak on his head, revealing his face, and Vlad III, who was next to him, ripped it off as well.

"Lord Jill!" exclaimed the maid, but she instantly covered her mouth with her hand, "Come on in, it's too dangerous out there now, is it just the two of you?"

The maid opened the door as she let the two in, and then raised a lantern to light the way in the courtyard.

"Our team has already infiltrated in, I'm sorry I can't tell you where, the maid mama?" I have something to ask her. Jill said as she walked.

Hearing him say this, the maid's face suddenly became a little sad, but she first arranged for the two of them to sit down in the room, and then sighed and said, "I'm sorry, Lord Jill, the maid is no longer here, a few days ago, a team of British soldiers suddenly took her away, as if she was asked to take care of someone." ”

"That's how it is. Jill's brows furrowed into knots, he had originally wanted to ask the chief maid to find out about the situation in the city, after all, the wise old man was the only person he knew in the city, but the sudden learning of this situation made him feel a little lost.

"Are you alright?" the maid asked tentatively, seeing that Jill's face was a little ugly.

"I'm fine, by the way, do you know what Lady Joan of Arc is doing? I'm worried about her. Jill suddenly looked up and asked anxiously.

The maid shook her head: "I haven't heard from Lord Joan of Arc since that night, and neither has Lord Cain, but I do know the location of the captured knights in the city, where the British have built a concentration camp on the other side of Versailles. ”

There was no news of Joan of Arc, but at least it wasn't for nothing, which made Jill's mood slightly better.

"I'm sorry to ask who took care of Joan of Arc when she lived here in the past. Vlad III suddenly raised his head and asked with a smile.

"Lord Joan of Arc has always been in the care of the chief maid, didn't Lord Gil tell you?" said the maid, looking at Vlad III with strange eyes.

"My lord, do you have anything to say?" Gil didn't understand why Vlad III suddenly asked this, after all, he didn't even know the origin of the other party, but the only thing Gil knew for sure was that this strange man was indeed here to help him.