Vlad III withdrew his gaze, and then looked coldly at Jill, who had an innocent expression on his face, how hateful he looked.

"Don't look at me like that, I really can't help it. Jill shrugged helplessly.

"So you say you like men, don't you? What a wise thing to do, Your Excellency Gilles de Ray, who is wise enough to make me tear your mouth apart. Vlad III said coldly, his eyes cold and terrifying.

As the son of the dragon and the king of Romania, he should be considered homosexual, which is a great shame!

Looking at Vlad III's iron-blue face, Jill coughed lightly, and then quickly changed the topic: "Don't look like this, it's too out of place in the happy crowd, we are here to find Lord Joan of Arc, do you have any good ideas?"

Vlad III gave him a cold look, suppressed the anger in his heart, he pointed in the direction of Edward, the Black Prince, and said, "The solution is there, but the feasibility of this method is almost zero for you, and people who like men are not qualified to step into the center of the dance floor." ”

With that, Vlad III walked to the table in the distance with his glass, and he wanted to find a dance partner before the seductive woman had completely ruined her reputation.

Jill glanced at Vlad III's back and silently walked in the other direction......

On the smooth floor of the dance floor, from time to time, men and women with full stomachs hugged each other and walked in. They danced to the melodious music, burping the Belgian ham flavor in a certain affectionate gaze, and the shyness was infinite.

The delicate dancing shoes hit the ground and make a rhythmic beat, which is really a rare vitality. Everyone was so immersed in the dance and music that they could not imagine that a few meters below their feet was a young woman known as the "Savior of Versailles......

Joan of Arc lay on the bed, beside the chief maid with a sad face, and the faint sound of tapping came from the roof of the cell, although not loud, but it was as annoying as the sound of mosquitoes and flies on a summer day.

In order not to disturb Joan of Arc with these voices, the maid tore her apron and soaked the cloth strips with water to plug her ears. I don't know if this will completely block out these sounds, but it's better than being exposed to it.

"What the hell is this sound about?" said the head maid, annoyed.

"Prom. The hoarse male voice echoed in the hallway, with a hint of loneliness.

"Lord Cain, you say this is a ball? The maid frowned, she couldn't believe that the madman who had occupied Versailles could be in such a mood, and she couldn't imagine how happy the crowd above them would be.

"This dungeon was originally intended to hold political prisoners, and successive kings locked the people they hated underground, and then held great ceremonies in the royal palace. The structure of this building is peculiar, and it can transmit the sound from above, and although the environment of the dungeon itself is quite good, the thousands of taps at the dance are an invisible torture......" Cain said with a wry smile as he stroked his severed arm.

"I've been on duty here before, but this is the first time I've been in a prison cell. Cain could imagine the happy smiles on the faces of those people, which should have belonged to him, but after Edward the Black Prince took over, everything changed.

He waved his left hand above his head, as if trying to keep the annoying sounds out, but these sounds were not real mosquitoes after all, and Caine couldn't even get comfort in his heart by doing this.

"I'm so sorry to bring you back to such an unpleasant memory. The maid leaned against the iron door, as if trying to comfort Cain, "I don't know how long it will take for this nasty dance party to end, oh my God, I'm crazy to have such a day of hating dancing." ”

"Anyone who has had such an experience will get bored, and you don't have to blame yourself. Cain looked up at the dark corner, "How's Joan of Arc doing, this voice won't interfere with her recovery, right?"

"I've prepared her a little bit, at least better than we are, she's a strong girl, I knew it from the first time I saw her. The maid took a look at Joan of Arc's pale face, and said with a lot of distress, "What a good girl, in the cruelest place at the best of years, God, is that how you treat your daughter?"

The maid's eyes became moist, she couldn't tell the difference between memory and reality, the Joan of Arc who wanted to bathe with a shy face and the Joan of Arc who was lying motionless on the bed in front of her, they were so similar, but so different.

"I hope you'll get better soon, Amen. The maid prayed, and took the cross from her neck and put it into Joan of Arc's hands, and that was all she could do in this situation.

What no one noticed was that as Mama shoved the cross into Joan of Arc's hand, her long, curved and beautiful eyelashes moved silently......

"Your dancing is really beautiful, did you practice it all the way?" In the huge ballroom, the young woman looked at her handsome and handsome dance partner, and her eyes were filled with a different kind of tenderness. That mysterious smile and the sense of distance are like a kind of poison, crazy to occupy the woman's heart.

"You really won the award, dancing is a matter of two people, without you who are so beautiful and intelligent, how can I show myself. Radu put his mouth to his partner's ear and whispered.

His breath carried a hint of moistness, and the tip of his tongue quietly stretched out "inadvertently" brushed the slender snow-white neck of his dance partner. It was a bold temptation, but there was no hint of rejection from the female partner. Her heart was beating hard, and the cyan veins were beating slightly under her skin, exuding a faint scent.

Radu's mouth was slightly open, because of the fangs that had been extended, but he disguised it so well that even her dancing partner didn't notice it.

"Would you like to go outside for a drink in a moment?" he loosely took his partner's hand and watched her spin in his arms.

"You really like to joke, there is no place to drink in Versailles these days. The woman rubbed against his body, and just a momentary contact, Radu could feel the fiery breath.

He reached out and stroked the face of his female dance partner, smiled and said, "Hey, don't think so, even if the whole Versailles is turned upside down, there is a place where what should still be preserved, do you know where it is?"

"It's a secret cellar or something, forget it, it's too cold and damp. The female dancer smiled and shook her head, as if refusing.

But Radu sealed her lips with a finger, and their eyes met directly: "How could I possibly take such a beautiful girl to such a troubled place, I have a huge carriage with everything you want, but do you dare to come with me?"

"Of course, I'm much more daring than you think. The girl easily fell into the trap that Radu had built with affection, unaware of the fate that awaited her. She could see the charming smile of the man in front of her, but she couldn't see the cold fangs underneath the smile.

"What a brave girl, I admire you. Radu said, putting his arms around the girl's slender waist again, "It's still a long night, let's have a little more fun......

Radu and the girl smiled at each other and continued to dance, and on the side he didn't notice, Vlad III put his arms around his partner's soft body and watched from the sidelines.

"What a clever bastard. Vlad III said in his heart, of course he knew Radu's intentions, that the veteran of the love scene compared women to swimming fish, and as long as they bite the hook in their fantasies, they will find that they are just someone else's food, no, it should be said that it is a delicious meal.

However, he had no interest in saving the woman who had fallen into obsession, this kind of work was done by some drunkard before, but it was a pity that the guy saved so many women, but he couldn't leave one by his side.

He always said that he was a prodigal son, but in fact he was just a self-imprisoned fool, and only such a fool could not have a little womanhood.

"Hey, you seem to be a little distracted. Vlad III's female companion reminded in a whisper, her tone a little coquettish.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not very familiar with the melody of this piece, and it's a bit difficult to keep up with it. Vlad III smiled apologetically and explained to the woman in his arms.

"I thought you had a crush on someone else's dance partner. The woman glanced in Radu's direction, her tone slightly displeased.

"How is this possible, I am still very attentive when I dance. Of course it was a lie, he hadn't learned to dance at all, Dracuri didn't despise this kind of activity, and the only memory he had of that was watching some idiot take a woman's hand and show it off in front of him during the Bloodhunt celebrations.

It's childish and ridiculous, but I still want to laugh.

"Concentration and dancing are not necessarily related, just like an unfamiliar tune, no matter how you step on it, it is difficult to grasp its beat. The woman took the initiative to pull Vlad III's body to move, as if to teach him, Vlad III obediently followed the woman's movements, and the dance was indeed much more beautiful, "Your talent for dancing is yet to be discovered, but that person may not be me, in fact, I am not paying attention tonight, because I do not have the purpose of entertainment." ”

"Come here to find something to eat, yes, most of the people here do, but you're dancing pretty well, I can feel it. ”

The woman nodded, and the smile on her face was a little bitter: "I was originally a dance teacher in the palace, but now I can really only rely on it to mix and eat, it's ridiculous." ”