Old Jack, of course, didn't know that someone was calling him by his nickname behind his back, and as the prince of the Black Heron Clan, he was very annoyed by the title Old Bird, but compared to this, Dracuri called him even more resentful.

"This birdman would actually attack Romania, it's really open-minded. Basking in the bright Vatican sunshine and breathing in the faint scent of roses blooming in the garden, Grand Duke of the Dragon, Dracuri smiled disdainfully.

Next to him, the current Pope Gregory sunbathed in his clothes open, his shaggy chest exposed. In front of them is a huge pool with brightly colored rose petals floating in the water, which would surely be considered the palace of Roman emperors and their concubines if it were not for the rise and fall of voluptuous women.

"Old friend, I appreciate your disdainful tone, I've been unhappy with that old bastard for a long time, if it weren't for him joining the secret party, I would have personally tried to teach him a lesson. Gregory clutched the bottle of wine and said loudly, looking indignant.

"Isn't that great, his joining the secret party just gives you the opportunity to make a move, come on, I believe in you, dear His Majesty the Pope. Dracu poured wine into his glass with no expression, and then sipped it gently, this fruity and winey liquid had a different and wonderful taste, and he was soon enamored with it.

As for the words of the Pope next to him, it would be good to fart.

"Hey, hey, friend, you know that I am not normally allowed to leave the Vatican except for the coronation. Unlike Dracuri's elegance, Gregory took a sip of wine, the dark red liquid running down the corners of his mouth and dripping onto his fine clothes, "So, it's up to you to clean him up." ”

"I'm not interested in that kind of garbage, as long as I help you get rid of the secret party, I'm done with each other. Draculi said coldly.

"Hey, friend, have you forgotten your identity, the eighteenth elder of the blood clan! It's natural for you to go and engage in this old bastard, and everyone will be a family in the future, don't leave it so clean, okay. Gregory reluctantly persuaded that after completing the inheritance, if Dracuri turned his face and didn't recognize people, he had no better way.

"Besides, your son has already been on a par with Lao Zamao, and if he loses, he will lose your face. ”

"I didn't think of him as my own son. Draculi said coldly, "It's just a mongrel, even if it dies, it doesn't have much to do with me." ”

Vlad III has always been his weapon, or tool, when the tool is broken, he just throws it away, anyway, he never lacks other tools, but it is not easy to use.

Gregory didn't say anything more, he understood Dracuri's feelings, no matter how good Vlad III was, it would always be a shame for Dracuri, who valued his pedigree......

The sun was still shining, but the temperature was getting a little cold, and Dracuri was sipping down the precious wine, and there was a light in his blood-colored eyes that no one could read.

Far into the interior of the Ottoman Empire, Vlad III, still wearing his cloak as usual, left the Order in the mountains outside the city, and then snuck into the city on his own.

News of the attack on the imperial camp had reached the city, but the garrison of the city remained the same as usual, and Mehmed II did not strengthen the defenses of the inland city because he believed that the Romanian cavalry did not dare to attack the city.

The streets are lined with vendors and jugglers putting on dangerous shows at the corners of the downtown streets, but all this noise has nothing to do with Vlad III, who made his way through the crowd and straight into the deep neighborhood.

After walking along the narrow road for a long time, several strong men flashed out of the corners of the block, holding strangely shaped weapons in their hands and carrying anagrams on their bodies that ordinary people could not understand.

"Stop! No strangers are welcome here, please get out of here at once!" said a strong man at the head, and the others raised their weapons one after another.

Vlad III did not say anything, he took a silver badge from his bosom and threw it to the other party. The badge consisted of two crossed swords and shields overlapped with intricate patterns carved on them, and only when they saw this badge did the other party put down the weapon in his hand.

"This stronghold is too bad, what about your leader? Vlad III said with a frown.

"You're from out of town, you don't know the situation in this city, in this country, the bloodhunting organization is regarded as a cult, in addition to facing the damned blood clan, we are often swept away by the army, it's not bad to be able to keep it like this......" The strong man led by him made a gesture of please, and said angrily while walking towards the courtyard with Vlad III.

It's obviously an organization that protects mankind, but it's slandered as a cult, and anyone will be unhappy.

After entering the courtyard, the strong man lifted the blanket spread on the ground, and below there, there was a boxy opening, which opened to reveal a staircase that went deep into the ground.

"The leader is down there, you can talk to him directly about anything, I'm going to go outside and continue to guard the ......" With that, the strong man picked up his weapon and left the courtyard.

Descending the stairs to the deepest part, a large gate appeared in front of Vlad III, reinforced with steel and looking very heavy. Vlad III reached out and knocked, and a dull sound came from it, confirming his suspicions. After a while, an old man in a Turkish robe opened the door and ushered Vlad III into the house.

"Hello Bloodhunt, do you need any help?"

"Of course, but now I doubt you have what it takes to help me. Vlad III said lightly, "It seems that your own survival is a problem. ”

"You're right. The old man sighed. Their activities were so difficult that even the liaison station had to be built deep underground, and then separated from the outside world by steel-reinforced gates. Once discovered, as long as the outsiders retreat into the contact station, they will have enough time to leave the place along the other passages with the gate blocked......

Even so, the old man said, "You can rest assured, no matter how much we say that we still have the ability to support the blood hunt, tell me, what do you need." ”

"Silver powder. Vlad III said, and then suddenly pulled out the kiss of the goddess of radiance, and the blue light of the water waves flowed from the sword, shaking the old man to squint his eyes slightly, "For the sake of this sword, please prepare twenty boxes of silver powder for me!"

"God, what do you want so much silver powder for?" Although the silver powder has a certain killing effect on the blood clan, it also has a huge economic value, and it is no wonder that the old man is amazed to ask for such a large amount at one time.

"I'm going to win a war, a war that will affect this country, and if you provide me with what I need, I can guarantee that your life in this country will be much better in the future than it is now. ”

"God, you must be crazy...... "The old man muttered, and it would be nonsense for anyone to change a country with twenty boxes of silver powder!" But when the old man set his eyes on the sword, he suddenly asked, "What is the name of this sword?"

"It was her sister sword, and the name of this sword was Kiss of the Goddess of Radiance. Vlad III said.

"Isn't this sword rumored to be lost, how can it be in your hand?" the old man's emotions were a little excited, but they were joyful, "What is your relationship with her previous generation of users?"

"Well, it's true that it was lost for a while, but I eventually got it back, and as for the previous generation of users, it was my ancestors. Vlad III had a flash of embarrassment on his face, but the old man did not see it.

"I see...... I see. The old man was still very excited, and after a long time, he calmed down, and then said to Vlad III firmly: "Don't worry, I will give you the silver powder, but can you let me touch this sword?"

Vlad III originally planned to draw his sword and threaten the old man to hand over the silver powder, but he didn't expect the old man to agree to such an almost rude request! It seems that the old man has seen the kiss of the goddess of victory, and in this case, it should be nothing to let him touch it.

"Be careful, the blade is sharp. Vlad III reminded, then handed over the sword.

"Yes, the alchemy weapon of the blood clan, of course, is very sharp. The old man took it tremblingly, and exclaimed, "Behold, what a beautiful pattern, like her sister's sword......"

"You seem to have seen the kiss of the goddess of victory?" Vlad III asked with a frown, looking at the old man's movements, as if he had a deep affection for the sword.

"Yes, if you really want to talk about it, I should be the same generation as your father, and for the teacher's sake, you can call me Uncle Saka. The old man said happily.

"My father, Uncle Saka, teacher?" Vlad III's brows furrowed even tighter, and Dracuri was a generation of people who were all old immortals of the blood clan, and the one in front of him was obviously an ordinary human, and what he really wanted to say could not be regarded as ordinary, after all, he was still a blood hunter......

"Confused, kid. The old man returned the sword to Vlad III, and looked at him with that almost kind look, "Come, sit down, and I'll talk to you slowly." ”

With that, he pulled a chair to Vlad III, and sat down on the other himself.

Although he felt that this "Uncle Saka" was a little abnormal, for the sake of the twenty boxes of silver powder, Vlad III still sat down, "You can talk about it." ”