"Fortunately, this old thing's clan crest is a greedy crocodile, if it was a damn fox, I don't know how cunning it would be now. Chromia smiled grimly, frowning.

"Who knows. Elizabeth shrugged and said, she was only responsible for the transmission of information about the entire Snow Eagle Clan, and she didn't know much about each prince of the Blood Clan. But the king of werewolves, Solla, is different, from a perverted point of view, he is a gentleman, from a gentleman's point of view, he is a pervert, although his handsomeness and strength belong to that kind of unique existence, but it still can't hide that he is an unrequited pervert.

"I remember that there were two viscounts in charge of France, a werewolf and a vampire, right?" asked Chromia.

"Yes, yes, it seems that your memory is quite passable, but you personally participated in the coronation ceremony of these two people, Viscount Tovel and Viscount Rongauta, do you still have an impression?"

"Of course, I remember meeting Vlad at the coronation, when he was just an earl. At the mention of Vlad III, Cromya was in a better mood. Although she had noticed him at that time, Chromia did not expect Vlad III to achieve what he is today so quickly. In the blood clan, status and strength are linked, but that is for pure blood, and that person's actions have broken this forbidden spell buried deep in the bloodline!

Elizabeth looked at Chromia helplessly and continued, "That's not what I want to say, my Lord. Judging from the news from there, the power of the black prince Edward is directed at Toville, the battle between a duke and a viscount, the power disparity is too great, I'm afraid he won't last long......"

Not only would it not last long, if it weren't for the vampire's inability to act during the day, Toville would have been unable to hold on a long time ago. Edward III sent a total of about 60,000 troops to invade France, including about 5,000 blood clans, and nearly 100 nobles with titles alone, which was also among the top princes of the secret party.

As the Viscount of Bordeaux, Tovel's troops were only 2,000, of which the number of werewolves was less than 500......

"My lord, Charles VI's order has arrived, do you need me to bring it?" said the beautiful and capable Livien in Wolfcastle to Tovir in the house. The latter sat in a chair, leaning forward, supporting Yingting's chin with the back of his hand, and looked a little troubled between his eyebrows.

After a long period of hard work, Thornville was able to bring the outbreak under control. But what he didn't expect was that Edward III would take advantage of this opportunity to cross the channel, and by the time he reacted, Edward, the Black Prince, had already occupied one-fifth of France and was beginning to turn his attention to Bordeaux, which he ruled.

This guy's name as the god of war is indeed not just a boast.

"Put it on the table, I'll see later. Thorwell said with his head down. Charles VI just wanted him to go out to fight, but this human didn't know what he was facing, and if Charles VI knew that many of the other party's army were hungry and thirsty demons, he didn't know if he would do so, and he might have run abroad a long time ago.

A pair of slender long arms hugged him from the side of his body, and a faint fragrance came from the owner of the arm, if it was usual, Towell would have hugged her a long time ago, but today, he was not so interested.

"Don't be nervous darling, everything will be fine. Livian gently rubbed Tóvel's gorgeous blonde hair with her soft cheeks, gently soothing him.

Thorville patted her arm: "Don't worry, I'm fine." Werewolves are never afraid of war, after all, we have violent blood in our bones, my dear, go and get that order, and I'll see what Charles VI has to say......"

Livien walked over and handed over the levy, a delicate envelope sealed with a beautiful fleur-de-lis pattern on the lacquer, to tell the recipient that the letter had not been opened. On the front of the envelope is written in beautiful floral script, "King Charles VI of France sent to Sir Torville, Viscount of Bordeaux", this guy didn't fight very well, but the font is really delicate and speechless.

Tearing open the envelope outside, Towell unfolded the edict and read it, it was only three thin pages, but he had read it for about a quarter of an hour. As time passed, Towell's brow furrowed tighter, and his lake-blue eyes seemed to glisten with a sword, and even Livien began to wonder what was written inside.

"What's the matter, dear, are you alright?" asked Livien, who had lived with Torville for so many years, and his every move was all too familiar to her, and there must have been something terrible written in that decree that made him look so angry.

"Charles VI, this guy has no intention of fighting this battle at all!" Torville said angrily as he threw the levy on the ground, "He didn't send me this thing to prepare me for an attack, he knew that Bordeaux was the next target of Edward the Black Prince, so he asked me to go to that guy's camp to negotiate an armistice!"

The last page of the edict was the so-called armistice, in which Charles VI promised that if Edward, the Black Prince of Black, would resign, the land he now occupied would belong to the British, and that France would provide England with a thousand chests of silver and a hundred chests of gold every year......

This disgraceful treaty had already been signed by Charles VI, and now it would take effect immediately if Tovel brought him over and asked Edward III to sign the name of his father.

"My lord, I know what you think, you are worried about the damage to your honor, right?" Livian picked up the levy and looked at it, then said slowly, "Actually, you don't have to think like this, we are originally blood clans, this agreement is not harmful to us, in the end, it doesn't matter what France does to us, as long as our power and power are not lost." ”

Indeed, the Viscount of Bordeaux was canonized by the Pope, and his power came from the Prince, and he had no direct connection with the King of France. But the thought of going to the fellow's tent to sign the treaty gave Towell an instinctive resistance, and he hated Edward, the Black Prince.

This had happened decades earlier when he had been sent to London, but Livien didn't know about it, otherwise she wouldn't have been so consolent to her husband.

After thinking about it for a long time, Thornville nodded with difficulty, after all, it was a nominal monarch relationship, if this was what Charles VI really thought, even if he was reluctant, he would have to go.

"Livien, my dear, go and prepare your horses, I'll go to-morrow at Edward's camp of the Black Prince. Thornville said.

"Yes, sir. How many people are you going to take with you?" asked Livien, nodding her head.

"I'm just going to do it, I don't need so many people to sign this kind of agreement, and it's not going to war. Thorville stood up and stroked his wife's hair, smirking self-deprecatingly.

"This is not good, although it is a truce agreement, but at the same time we must show our strength, okay, you go and prepare, I will arrange the rest, I will let you leave on time tomorrow morning." Livian smiled and said, although her tone was very gentle, but the meaning revealed in it was very clear, and Towell had no choice, "I'll take my leave first, you can decide what you want to bring." ”

With that, Livien turned and left, and Trotwell looked at her departing back with a helpless and doting smile on his face. Livian is the perfect wife and housekeeper, and as long as she is there, nothing will be messed up at Wolf Castle.

Thinking of tomorrow's journey, Towell once again regained his cold appearance, and he took out the silver aristocratic costume from the cupboard, and by the way, inserted the alchemical weapon "Roman Light" into the belt around his waist. The last time he went to London, he brought a silver rapier, and after many years, it was better to bring a sword suitable for use on the battlefield......

While Thornville was preparing to sign the treaty, Edward, the Black Prince, was comfortably tasting blood in his tent.

He was still the same as before, with long black hair casually draped behind his head, and a cynical and inexplicable smile on his face. Bright red blood danced slowly in the tall cup, and Edward, the Black Prince, sniffed the mellow mouth of the cup intoxicatedly, and then opened his mouth to drink the blood.

"The blood of a French maiden, probably no more than eighteen years old, is Yu right?" Edward, the Black Prince, turned his head and asked, after tasting the taste inside his mouth with his tongue. Becky stood respectfully behind him, dressed in a maid's suit, looking out of place in the camp tent in the army.

"You're right, this is from more than two hundred children between the ages of twelve and eighteen, is it still to your taste?" she looked like a professional maid, respectfully explaining the noble ingredients for lunch in front of her master.

"It tastes good. Edward the Black Prince said by licking his lips, then tossed the glass on the ground. Watching the cup crack into countless crystal fragments in the crisp sound, he slowly spoke: "Next time I bring her over directly, the quality of the ingredients has a lot to do with the utensils that hold the food, and the process of eating with a pleasant scream will be more pleasant." ”

"Yes, sir. ”

After explaining this, Edward the Black Prince picked up the letter on the table, and the delicate envelope was sealed with fire paint, and it was branded with irises. He didn't look at what was written on the envelope at all, he directly tore open a crack and took out the letter inside, and after roughly browsing the contents, a satisfied smile appeared on the face of the Black Prince Edward.

"His Royal Highness Charles VI is truly a wise monarch. As he spoke, he shook the letter in front of Becky, "Behold, he has granted Yu's request, and in a few days we shall see our dear Viscount Torwell." It's been decades since I was separated from him last time, and this heartless guy hasn't written a letter to Yu......"

Edward the Black Prince talked endlessly about the things in the past, without paying any attention to the indifferent face of Becky behind him, and talked to himself for a long time, when Edward the Black Prince suddenly changed his words: "Becky, pick out the loveliest of the children, and use them as a dinner for the guests...... Also, put on your most beautiful clothes, and Yu's maid should face the noble guests with the best attitude. ”

"Understood, I'll do what you ask. Becky agreed.

"Good. The Black Prince Edward smiled gently, and an inexplicable look flashed in his bewitching blood pupils, "I hope you will like everything Yu has prepared for you, dear Viscount Torville......"