Hearing this, Jill who had been hanging his head all the time sat up straight in an instant as if he had been pricked by a needle.

"Don't be so surprised, aren't you very good at pretending, but only those people can fool you. Cain turned his head sideways, his back to Jill, as if Jill had turned his back to him before, "If a man can do anything for anything, it can only be the woman he likes, although you are just a bastard, you can't escape in this matter." ”

Cain said in a flat tone, whether Jill was paying attention or not: "That's all I want to say, oh, and, don't dislike me for snoring too loudly, this is something that can't be changed, if you don't want to continue to suffer like this, just wait for her to get better and get out as soon as possible......"

After Cain finished speaking, he lay down on the bed, and a faint snoring soon came out, but here, Jill did find the sound less annoying.

He glanced back at Cain's back, then lowered his head, "What a self-talking bastard, you're just a little ghost compared to me now." ”

Jill's voice was so small that only he could hear it. He crossed his arms and hugged himself and buried his head in it.

Although he didn't make any sound, if you looked closely, you could see that Jill's body was shaking slightly. Thirst felt like a piece of burning charcoal, baking his throat, his will, and his flesh.

He hadn't eaten in three days.

Although Vlad III did not take his soul, this power was not given for free after all. After being embraced for the first time, all aspects of his body strengthened, especially hunger and thirst! He tried to eat human food, but the most delicious Belgian ham was rejected by his current body.

After swallowing hard, Jill vomited like a maggot. He hadn't eaten anything in the past few days except for the blood Vlad III had forced him to drink, and he stubbornly believed that he was just a special human being, but human food no longer accepted him.

What he needed was food for the Blood.

The man behind him looked defenseless, and as long as Jill pounced, he could get everything he wanted in no time. He could already smell the inferior skin artery, and he could drink even one sip in one sip!

Jill suddenly raised his head, his blood pupils lit up silently, and in the dark dungeon, a hideous red light pierced the air. Unconsciously, sharp canine teeth had popped out of Jill's mouth, and he slammed his left hand into his mouth and bit down hard, and red blood suddenly gushed out of the wound.

The bitter salty orangutan spread out in his mouth, like a spring of water injected into his soul, and he even felt a "snort" in his throat, like a scorching carbon block splashed on ice water.

Although the thirst is still there, it is much better than before. While this method does not eradicate hunger, it is the only way he can maintain himself......

"Ji ...... Jill...... Lucky...... ...... "In the darkness that no one knows, Joan of Arc's lips on the bed opened and closed slightly, and her voice was so subtle that even the maid who was lying on the side of the bed could not notice it.

The rain was still falling in Versailles, but something had clearly changed in the city, and every inhabitant had closed its gates tightly, as if to escape something.

In front of the ruined concentration camp, the young man with short blond hair looked at his British soldiers with a blank face, and they moved the damaged fence and corpses out and transported them to a corner outside the city.

The rain falling from the sky hit the umbrella cloth with a crackling sound, and the young man turned around expressionlessly, and Edward, the Black Prince, stood behind him, with no look on his face.

"Your Excellency. The young man said lightly.

Edward, the Black Prince, ignored him: "Have the results been counted, all the casualties?"

The young man nodded: "It's an incredible result, close to two thousand guards, none of them are alive. As for the prisoners, only more than four hundred bodies were found, and it was initially judged that the rest had fled, and we could not find any trace of them due to the heavy rain overnight......"

"That is to say, they used more than 400 people to kill the remaining 2,000 people, and then left Versailles with a swagger, and as a result, they couldn't even find a figure?"

"My lord, I don't think so. The young man raised his head and looked at the Black Prince Edward with indifferent eyes, "I don't think they will have this ability, it should be that there are reinforcements to help these people, but even so, their combat power is still beyond my imagination." ”

The young man casually stopped the two British soldiers who were carrying the corpse and tore off the white cloth covering the corpse. He pointed to the corpse's blistered white wound and said to Edward the Black Prince, "It's a strange wound, the position of the sword is too accurate, it doesn't look like a technique that a human can have. Although considering that there may be people such as Bloodhunt in the opposing team, those guys should not kill themselves. ”

"So, you mean, there are people of the same kind behind this?" said Edward, the Black Prince, narrowed his eyes and put his right hand on the thin sword at his waist.

"This possibility cannot be ruled out. The young man said lightly.

Edward, the black prince, waved his hand and let the two British soldiers carry the blistered corpse away, he twisted the handle of the umbrella with his fingertips, and suddenly laughed: "It is really a pleasure to be able to find out the dear Towell with two thousand people, but I didn't expect that in order to deal with Yu, he would choose to join forces with lowly humans, it is really humble." ”

As he spoke, Edward the Black Prince opened his eyes, his blood-colored pupils filled with deep contempt.

The young man stood quietly in the rain, letting the rain slip off his soaked clothes. He quietly glanced in the direction in the distance, and there was a familiar feeling in the shadows over there.

"What are you going to do?"

"Of course, the whole city is under martial law, and I was only going to catch a herring, but the shark took the bait on its own. Edward, the Black Prince, brushed his hair, "I won't let go of this unexpected surprise, let's fence it with a net before the official slaughter." The order goes down, and from today onwards, the guards at the city gates will be strengthened, and our men will be on duty together with ordinary soldiers. ”

"Yes, my lord, I see. The young man said with a light salute.

Edward, the Black Prince, left soon after everything was done, and although he was able to move during the day when there was no sun, the damp feeling still made him uncomfortable.

The blond-haired young man watched as the British army cleaned up everything in the ruins, and then passed the order on. The rain-soaked gates creak like a dying song when they close.

Seeing his soldiers set up simple houses at the top of the city, the young man nodded, and he asked the garrison to be mobilized and walked towards the city.

He did not go straight back to the Palace of Versailles, but came to a hidden low building, where a window was facing where he had stood, and the familiar, prying eyes came from here.

The young man slowly ascended to the top floor, and a wooden door stopped in front of him. Without any intention of knocking on the door, the young man kicked out and kicked the door inside!

The door panel smashed into several pieces against the wall of the room, and a piercing sound sounded from both sides of the door, and three or four men shrouded in black brandished daggers rolled towards the young man.

Seeing this, the young man jumped on his toes on the ground. He spun around in mid-air, stomped on the roof, and shot out.

He didn't use his dark golden dagger, but slashed at the bodies of the three men in black like a knife, and when several people wiped their bodies, the men in black suddenly put away their weapons, and then were hit hard by the young man's hand knife.

After repelling the man in black, the young man did not stop, he kicked several men in black into the room with a few kicks, and after the dull sound, several men in black knelt on the ground with a dirty face, and did not dare to come out.

"I'm so sorry, my lord, we didn't know it was you. A man in black at the head hurriedly lowered his head and said. Although it was the young man who broke the door that caused the attack, the man in black did not dare to say such at all.

"You are so bold that you dare to peep blatantly. The young man didn't pay any attention to him, and with a flick of his right hand, one of the black-clothed man's hands fell from his arm.

The others looked at their hands that had rolled to the ground, and they didn't even dare to raise their heads.

"It's a little warning, next time, I'll use this. The young man said, a dark golden light suddenly sinking into the ground, falling between the fingers of the severed hand, "Pick up your hand, be careful not to stain my blade." ”

"Thank you for your kindness. The man in black hurriedly picked up his severed hand from the ground, rubbed the section of his hand on his clothes, and then pressed it directly on his wrist. After a few minutes, the severed hand suddenly moved, and after a slight movement, the man in black thanked him again.

If it weren't for the fact that there was still a circle of blood stuck to the wrist, it would be hard to imagine that this hand had just been severed.

"Tell me about the reason why you peeped into the camp, if he finds out, even if you can escape Versailles alive, the lord will not let you go!" the young man said coldly, with a faint threat in his tone.

"We just wanted to find out what was going on, and when we were on duty last night, we didn't find any signs of the group marching, and in fact, none of the assassins who were watching nearby reported any of the night raiders. The man in black at the head said, his only exposed eye revealing deep doubt.

"You mean that you didn't find anyone attacking the camp?" asked the young man, leaning over and pulling out the dagger from the floor.

"Yes, my lord, it was as if those people had appeared directly in the concentration camp, and none of our surveillance points in the city had found any trace of them, which is incredible, no, it is almost impossible!"

The young man nodded, he began to doubt his own judgment, if it was to save people, even Toville and them would be discovered by the dragon's thorn, there must be something behind this.

"You report this matter to Lord Radu as soon as possible, and let the people of the Dragon's Thorn strengthen the surveillance, this is the end of today's matter, pay attention to your behavior, if there is a next time, no matter what the reason is, I will not let it go easily. The young man withdrew the dagger back into the leather sheath of his cuff and said coldly.

He was almost at the limit of his time wandering, and any longer he would arouse the suspicion of the Black Prince Edward, and before the men in black could reply, the young man jumped out of the window and ran in the direction of the palace.

"Captain, what should we do?" asked one of the men in black after the young man left.

The man in black, whose wrist had been severed, stood up and said, "Come as your lord wants, go and inform Lord Radu first, and then look for a new stronghold." Our existence must not be exposed until the battle is completely fought!"

"Yes, Captain!"

The gates were closed, the defenses were strengthened, and it was not only the ordinary inhabitants of Versailles who noticed this, but for those who did not care about it anymore, because they had almost given up on going out into the streets.

In the manor near the main entrance, Vlad III sat in front of a carved window and watched the rain slide down the glass. The fireplace in the house burned slowly, and the slightly damp firewood crackled inside, and the cyan smoke swirled down the inner wall.

A fine black gown hung from the wooden shelf in front of the fireplace, and a little moisture still lingered on it, and Lancelot walked in like a butler, carrying a glass of wine with blood.

"Sir, have a drink. Lancelot said, placing a wine glass on the windowsill in front of Vlad III.

"Well, thank you. Vlad III nodded, then picked up the cup and took a sip. He didn't have any special desire for blood, so he took the cup in his hand and shook it gently, watching the viscous blood rise and fall in the cup, Vlad III suddenly asked: "If I remember correctly, it's been more than three days since Gilles de Ray first drank blood, this guy should be quite uncomfortable at the moment." ”

"There's no way around it, who let him have to throw himself into the net, I hope this guy is a person who cares about the overall situation, otherwise I really doubt how long I can hang out here." Unexpectedly, Rata actually took the initiative to answer, although there was still a frivolity in his demeanor, but it was much better than some time ago.

"There's no way to take care of him anymore, our presence may have been discovered by the Black Prince Edward, both gates were closed at noon today, and the defenses near the gates have been strengthened a lot. Towell sat on the couch with his chin crossed and looked a little heavy.