"Brother, what the hell is in this cup, I have never drunk such a delicious thing!" Joan of Arc licked his lips unsatisfactorily, reminiscing about the sweet taste in his mouth and said, "This taste is different from any drink I've drunk before, it's amazing!"

Taking a sip of the liquid from the glass, Radu removed her lips and tilted the cup slightly. The bright red liquid flowed from the rim of the glass to the table like the finest red wine, pulling a sticky red line in the air.

"Joan of Arc, take a good look at it, tell me, what do you think it looks like?" Radu smiled as he put down his glass, then used his white fingers to smear the liquid that had dripped on the tabletop, the dark wooden table against the dark red liquid, and finally formed a smiling face under Radu's outline.

Although it was only a few simple strokes, the pattern on the table was clearly Joan of Arc's expression. No one thought that this second ancestor still had this ability, no wonder he could easily win the hearts of girls at the ball.

However, Joan of Arc's attention was not on the portrait, she stared at Radu's fingers glued with red liquid, and her eyes revealed deep doubt: "This color, this viscosity...... How is it so similar...... No...... Impossible, the smell was too pungent to compare to this. ”

"Don't be in a hurry to deny yourself, my sister, your initial guess was correct. The liquid in these cups is indeed blood, and lo and behold, it's even a little warm. Radu smiled and touched Joan of Arc's skin with the wall of the cup, but as soon as she touched it, Joan of Arc retracted her hand as if it had been burned.

"No...... Impossible, how could I fall in love with human blood......"

Joan of Arc's mood suddenly became unstable, and she squatted in a chair with her head in her hands, the red light in her eyes flickering.

When the blood pupils lit up, the temperature around them rose instantly, and the irises on the table shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if they had been dried by the heat.

"Calm down, my sister!" Radu grabbed Joan of Arc's arm, causing her head to look directly at her. Two pairs of blood-red eyes stared at each other through the air, one with a cold look and the other with a blur.

The sizzling sound came from Radu's grip on Joan of Arc's hand, like throwing raw steak into a hot pan, emitting white smoke. As if unaware of the pain in his palm, Radu still clutched Joan of Arc's arm tightly, looking down condescendingly into those confused eyes.

"Tell me your name, your identity, and your desires!"

Being stared at by those pairs, Joan of Arc suddenly had a feeling that she had been perceived. There was a familiar aura on Radu's body, which made her involuntarily open her mouth: "I am Joan of Arc...... The Holy Maiden of Light...... I'm going to...... Drove away the invaders...... Liberation of France ......"

"No, you're not right at all. Radu said, his eyes suddenly softened, but in this softness, there was a pinpoint-like edge, "You are Joan of Arc, but the so-called Holy Lady of Light has been burned to death, under the gaze of the Versailles whom she loved and saved. ”

"I ...... Burned to death? What about me now...... Who is it?"

"You're still you, Joan of Arc, but you've been freed from the shackles of the Holy Maiden of Light. You gave your life for those people, but what did they give for you! Think about what they did, when you were about to be burned to death, they were running away and cheering, this is the Versailles you guarded, selfish, foolish, are they worthy of your protection?"

Joan of Arc didn't speak, but her eyes gradually calmed down, and Radu's words were like nails through the bones, nailing her to the gaze of those people again.

The eyes of those people were extremely clear in her mind, and none of them dared to look directly at her, until the torch thrown by the Black Prince Edward ignited the world in front of her, and those snake-like gazes disappeared.

The temperature of the air suddenly increased dramatically, and then returned to its original state, watching Joan of Arc's eyes become clearer and clearer, Radu showed a satisfied smile: "Very good, you are finally sober, my sister, come on, tell me your identity and desires!"

"I'm the Witch of the Dragon, and I'm going to ...... Burn this filthy world. Joan of Arc said, a cold smile on her lips, and the feeling of being well-behaved before was gone, replaced by a queenly majesty.

Radu let go of the hand that had been holding Joan of Arc and sat back in his seat. His entire palm was so hot that he couldn't even flex or stretch his fingers, and the pain from such a burn was supposed to be intense, but Radu sat down in his chair with a smile as if nothing had happened.

"Dear sister, welcome to the Dragon Clan, to ...... The real world. Radu said, draining the rest of the blood from the cup in one gulp, then placing the cup back on the table, "We have similar blood flowing from our bodies, so we are destined to turn this world upside down, but before that, you can go down and rest first, I have something to ask our dear Mr. Royal Agent." ”

Radu smiled and said, stretching out his right hand and making a gesture of please.

"Okay brother, I'm going to clean the dirty parts you have too. Joan of Arc stood up and pointed to the palm marks on her arm, but she didn't seem to care, and after a brief goodbye, she left the banquet hall and walked towards her room.

When the echoing footsteps in the hallway completely disappeared, Radu slapped the empty cup on the waiter's tray: "Hey, hurry up and pour a few more glasses and come back, the sooner the better!"

Looking at Radu's anxious face, the waiter didn't even have time to nod his head, and even ran out with a rolling belt.

After all this was done, Radu collapsed on his seat, and he grabbed the wrist of his left hand with his right hand, and the expression on his otherwise handsome face was extremely distorted.

"My subordinates really admired my lord's patience, and such a serious burn didn't show a trace of pain just now. As he spoke, Euquintus walked over with his cup, placing it in front of Radu and casually scanning the mural in front of him, "Drink, it's not enough to repair the body, at least it won't be as painful as it is now." ”

"Hmph, I don't touch anything anyone else has drunk. Radu gasped and said.

"Rest assured, I haven't drunk the blood in the cup before, no, I should say that I've been lying in the pool of blood for so long, and I don't feel hungry or thirsty at all. ”

"Damn, why didn't you say it sooner!" Radu grabbed the goblet, then tilted his head back and poured the whole cup of blood into it, and as the blood ingested, his atrophied left hand began to slowly stretch, and the necrotic flesh fell from the bone. It's not completely restored, but it's much better than it was before.

"With all due respect, your breezy appearance in front of Lord Joan of Arc has really deceived me, quite perfectly. ”

"Hmph, maintaining your demeanor in front of a woman is the most basic quality, hasn't anyone taught you this?" Feeling the pain in his hands significantly lessened, Radu said with a cold snort.

"It seems that there really isn't, as a royal agent, all I need to learn is how to better serve Lord Delacuri, as for other things, I don't need to think about it. Eugentus was stunned for a moment, then replied earnestly.

"In that case, you don't know why Pinkie attacked you so frantically after you attacked the Black Prince Edward. Radu suddenly put on a playful expression, and Eugentus was a little uncomfortable.

"Could it be...... Isn't it because I betrayed that pervert?"

"There are reasons for this, but on a deeper level, it's that she likes that pervert. Radu said, pinching his golden bangs casually, "It's a pity, such a beautiful girl, I fell in love with a pervert who couldn't fall in love with her." Because the loved one has lost his own reason, it is a shame to die. ”

Thinking back to the situation on the execution table that day, it seems that it was really as Radu said.

The woman who had always followed Edward the Black Prince and could only say "Yes, my lord" did burst into anger after he knocked down Edward the Black Prince, but before this anger could fully explode, it was interrupted by a sudden attack......

"Have you been watching from a distance all day?" asked Euquintus suddenly.

"Yes, heroes always have to be the last to play, and besides, the harder you fight, the easier it will be for me to succeed, after all, I have my father's orders, and I can't afford to fail. Radu said, drinking cup after cup of blood from the waiter, "Now that it's all over, it's time to give me my father's reward." ”

"That's what you're trying to do. Euquintus smiled helplessly, then took out the crystal bottle from the inside of the dress in front of Radu, and placed it in front of Radu along the table, "This is a gift from adults, how about it, isn't it a surprise?"

The crystal bottle was undoubtedly the one I had seen before, and the blood bead was also quietly suspended in the slender bottle. Even without looking closely, Radu could see a strange fluctuation emanating from the surface of the blood beads, which even made his heartbeat become disordered.

This is the "blood of the gods" of Dracuri!

Seeing this haunting alchemy elixir again, Radu's face not only did not have much joy, but could even be said to be a little calm and indifferent.

He stretched out his fully recovered left hand and pinched the slender body of the crystal bottle, placing the drop of blood horizontally between his and Euquintus' line of sight, looking at the slightly trembling blood beads in the crystal bottle, the corners of Radu's mouth hooked a cold arc: "Eugentus, what did you just say, this is the gift my father gave me?"