"I don't understand what you're saying, so if there's nothing else to do, please leave. Jill said coldly, but his heart was full of turmoil. He really didn't know what the Black Prince Edward was talking about, but the other party didn't seem to find out the identity of his blood clan, and after thinking about this, his heartbeat gradually calmed down.

Edward, the Black Prince, clapped his hands and seemed to appreciate it: "You are indeed a quite competent conspirator, and your ability to lie is almost equal to Yu's, so your face has not changed. Unfortunately, it would be perfect if you could control your heartbeat, but that's okay. ”

"Although Tovel and they rescued those humans, they also let Yu know about their existence, now that the entire Versailles has been completely blocked, Yu is about to complete a grand performance, just call it 'Catch a turtle in an urn', you just watch it here carefully, and see how Yu destroys them one by one!" As he spoke, Edward, the Black Prince, had obvious bruises on his face, and his bloody pupils suddenly flashed, revealing a deep hideousness.

"Then I wish you success in advance. Jill looked at Edward, the Black Prince, with disgust, and said coldly.

"Thank you, with your blessing, Yu feels that the chances of success are suddenly much greater. Edward, the Black Prince, smiled slightly, then turned to Joan of Arc's cell.

He put his hand on Joan of Arc's prison door, and everyone's hearts rose to their throats at the same time, for a vampire, a little force would push open the unlocked prison door, and in this way, all of Jill's plans would be exposed.

"Stay away from her!" Jill yelled subconsciously, even forgetting who she was.

Edward, the Black Prince, raised his hand and glanced at Jill: "Don't worry, Yu is not interested in her body, otherwise she would have done something when she was unconscious, but if you are willing to spend the night with Yu, Yu can consider letting you out for dinner." ”

"It's disgusting. Jill spat through the cell door, "If you dare to touch a single hair of Jeanne d'Arc, I will not let you go." ”

Jill stared at Edward the Black Prince viciously, like a wolf barking its teeth at his enemies.

"It's really worthy of being the 'loyal dog of the Holy Maiden', but what you want to do to Yu is better to wait until you have the ability to come out of this dungeon. Don't forget, the injuries on her body are all Yu's masterpieces, hahahaha......" Edward, the Black Prince, swept through the corridor, echoing in this enclosed space.

After the laughter ended, the Black Prince Edward looked at the pale Joan of Arc through the prison door: "And you, Holy Maiden, Yu really underestimated your vitality, but no matter how fast you recover, you are just a human after all." ”

"Listening to what you mean, it's like you're not human, but it's also that kind of monster-like power......" Joan of Arc looked coldly at Edward, the Black Prince, straightened up and said, her right hand tugging at the mattress beside her to prevent her body from bending.

"Who knows. The Black Prince Edward held his hand and smiled mysteriously.

"You're not here just to fight me!" said Joan of Arc, enduring the pain in her abdomen, her calm face covered with a pale look.

"Of course not, Yu Ke wouldn't come to such a nasty place for that reason. To be precise, Yu is here to bless you, to bless you for crossing the boundaries of death and regaining consciousness. There's something about you that attracts you so much, it's a pity, if we weren't in an antagonistic relationship, I'd be reluctant to kill you. As he spoke, the Black Prince Edward licked his lips wickedly.

Seeing this, Jill in the cell couldn't help but want to rush out! The green tendons on his neck bulged high, and his teeth creaked in his mouth, like a devouring beast.

Before the Black Prince Edward could say anything, Pinky had already stopped behind him, and in just a split second, the snake-like chains wrapped around Jill's neck, and Pinky's fingers were slightly forced, and the chains gradually tightened in a sonorous sound.

"Don't strangle him, it's not fun. Edward the Black Prince turned his head with a cruel smile in his cold blood eyes.

"Rest assured. As she spoke, Becky's fingers loosened, and Jill's suppressed breathing suddenly became much easier.

"That's right. He turned his head back to look at Joan of Arc in his cell, "In addition to blessing you, Yu came here for another important purpose, and that is to announce your death. Two days later, in the central square of Versailles, Yu will prepare a grand funeral for you, and it should be very interesting if you are executed by a witch as a saint, hahaha......"

"Mixed ...... Bastard......" Jill struggled with his hand on the chain, but couldn't shake it in the slightest. Becky grabbed one end of the chain, no expression on her pretty face, she was like an animal trainer, and she held Jill firmly there.

"Two days, two days later, Yu will personally witness your funeral, by the way, Yu has already sent an order, and then half ......of the city's residents will go to watch your execution, saint!"

Edward the Black Prince laughed wildly and Becky and they left the dungeon, and when the last of the footsteps completely fell silent, Jill kicked open the door and rushed to Joan of Arc.

Unexpectedly, the face was surprisingly calm. She just let go of the hand that had been holding the mattress and let herself lean against the head of the bed, and after not holding on, Joan of Arc's breathing became heavy, but there was still not the slightest fear on her pale face.

"You just heard that guy's words, right?" Joan of Arc looked at Jill gently, with a smile on her face.

Jill nodded, and then suddenly grabbed Joan of Arc's hand: "Lord Joan of Arc, I won't let this happen, tomorrow, not tonight, we will escape from here tonight, please believe me, I will definitely be able to send you to a safe place!"

Although I don't know if Edward, the Black Prince, will strengthen his defenses outside the dungeon, if it is an ordinary human, even if he is weak at the moment, he can easily deal with it. As for what to do after escaping Versailles, Gil hadn't thought about it yet, no, it should be said that he hadn't thought about it at all.

"I know what you mean, Jill, but now I'll be a burden to you. Joan of Arc shook her head and said, "Get out of here with Cain and the maid, if you have the chance to come back to save me, I'm too weak to bear any bumps right now." ”

"There won't be any bumps, I can just hold you out of here, trust me......"

Joan of Arc suddenly sealed Jill's mouth with a finger, the pale finger looked so delicate, but the idea conveyed was extremely firm: "Remember the slogan of our Knights?"

"My Lord blesses...... Victory will belong to France. Jill said, bowing her head.

"Don't forget, that's what we're all about......" Joan of Arc said, suddenly leaning down and kissing Jill on the forehead.

The cold, warm touch lasted only a few seconds before Joan of Arc raised her head, and she said something to Jill, but Jill didn't hear a word. But it didn't matter, even though her eyes were blurred with tears, the lips were still read by Jill......

The three figures walked towards the exit of the dungeon in the darkness, and although they were leaving the place where they were bound, there was no trace of joy on everyone's faces. The leader glanced back with difficulty after the other two walked out, and the sadness in his blood-colored eyes flooded like substance.

"I'll come to your rescue. Saying this like a gambling curse, Jill closed his eyes fiercely, there were many British soldiers patrolling nearby, and he didn't have much time to be sentimental.

When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were completely filled with madness, and Jill grabbed the immobile Cain and the head maid in one hand, and fled towards the outside of the palace......

The rain in the city stopped, the night before the execution.

Originally, when Edward the Black Prince was still furious about Gilles de Ray's escape, the news extinguished his anger like rain from heaven.

He had intended to hang Joan of Arc directly in front of the people, just as the previous king had hanged the subjects of the nobles, but now that the rainstorm had ceased obediently, he was willing to change to a more interesting method of execution.

In the central square of Versailles, the gallows that had been erected were temporarily modified. Two giant logs, one horizontal and one vertical, are spliced together to form a huge cross that has never been seen before. Billy and a few strong Bloods fastened the giant wooden cross to the elevated shelf, and after reinforcing it with iron chains, countless pieces of firewood were piled up under the execution rack.

The sheer amount of firewood was frightening, and in order to ensure that some of the damp firewood did not fail to ignite, Greek fires were carried for the city's defenses. The pungent smell of the black Greek fire poured on the wood could be smelled far away, and if it burned, the Lord sitting high above the sky would be able to see it......

Edward, the Black Prince, watched the progress of the project with satisfaction, and then opened the curtain of the carriage beside him—Joan of Arc sat upright in the carriage, his eyes revealing a blandness that did not belong to her age.

"Behold, it is a gift that Yu has carefully prepared for you, and although it is a funeral, it is absolutely gorgeous. The Black Prince Edward gushed in admiration of the beauty of the stake, as if he had the intention of going up and trying his. He carried two swords on his waist, and whenever he talked about the excitement, the metal hilts of the two swords collided together, making a crisp sound.

"Believe Yu, there is nothing more suitable than burning at the stake to execute a witch of chaos, of course, you have to say that you are a saint, but it doesn't matter. You will turn into light and dust and return to your dear Lord, and you wonder what interesting conversations will arise when you meet Him......"

Joan of Arc ignored his noise, and she sat quietly in the carriage, watching the hustle and bustle at the stake. Edward, the Black Prince, did not restrain her body, because there was no need at all, her internal organs and lumbar vertebrae were seriously injured, her legs were not felt at all, and even her hands and head could only move in a small range.

Joan of Arc grasped the cross on her chest with both hands, and whispered something in her mouth, if it weren't for Edward, the Black Prince's excellent hearing, he would have thought she was spitting air.

"Give up, no Lord will come to bless you, including your France, even if there is really a Lord, it is Yu who stands in front of you!"

But Joan of Arc paid no attention to this, and still muttered in a voice that ordinary people could not hear.

"What a crazy woman, even if you begged Yu to spare your life now, Yu wouldn't do that. Recalling the intoxicating sweet taste, Edward the Black Prince said hatefully.

"That is impossible, Edward, the Black Prince, I am a child of France, and I will never beg for my life from the invaders, whether in life or in death. Joan of Arc stopped what she was doing and looked up at Edward, the Black Prince.

"Well, that couldn't be better. ”

Just as the stake was nearing completion, the inhabitants of Versailles were driven towards the central square. No matter which half of the city's residents were driven out of their houses by the British army, even if the central square could only accommodate half of the population at most, the Black Prince Edward would not allow them to stay at home.

Because then you won't be able to see the flames that soar into the sky.

"Hey, is it necessary for us all to come out for the sake of a woman?" said Rata at the edge of the crowd, hiding in a patched cloak, "As a noble Viscount of the Blood Clan, it is a shame to wear such ugly clothes!"

He tugged at the torn edge of his cloak, looking like it might tear it apart at any moment.

A hand reached over Roncait's side, stopping him from moving. Towell pressed Roncaita's hand into the cloak, and then said coldly: "Bear with me, if the Black Prince Edward's people find out, you and I will be more than just wearing torn clothes." ”

He was telling the truth, and in order to ensure that Joan of Arc's execution was foolproof, the Black Prince Edward sent out all the people in the Palace of Versailles, and the vampires were evenly dispersed in the crowd, watching out for anything that might happen.

"Well, even so, why did that guy Vlad III agree to that little ghost's request, just by virtue of his title of 'blood-stained king ghost'? It's crazy, saving people in the enemy's nest, or a dying woman......

Thornville suddenly covered Roncait's mouth as he spotted a familiar figure wandering around them. The young man with short blond hair looked through the crowd and walked straight in the direction of the stake.