"I'm just curious, why did Edward the Black Prince deliberately let a head maid take care of someone, if I had to give any explanation, it was that this head maid had taken care of that person before, so ......" Vlad III's tone paused.

"Do you mean that the chief maid has been taken to take care of Joan of Arc, and if so, where are we going to find them?" said Gil as she looked at Vlad III anxiously, almost forgetting where they were now.

"Calm down. Vlad III knocked on the table quietly, "As long as you know the direction roughly, you can look for it, impatience will not let you do one thing, but will cost you your life." ”

After Vlad III finished speaking, he turned his head to look at the bewildered maid: "I'm sorry, can you prepare something for us?" ”

The maid's expression was a little hesitant, but she still nodded with difficulty, and then stood up: "If there is food, there are still some hidden, please wait a while, and I will bring it over." ”

"No, no, no, you're mistaken, we don't need food, we just want two decent dresses, after all, we can't wear this to Edward the Black Prince's ball. Vlad III pointed to the cloak on his body and said, he and Jill did not have any fancy clothes under the cloak, and it was easy to expose himself if he wore this to the ball, "As for the food, you better keep it for yourself, I heard that the Black Prince Edward has confiscated the food of the whole city, if you lose it again, your life will be even more difficult." ”

Vlad III's words dispelled the maid's concerns, and her expression became relaxed: "Please wait a moment, I will go and find the right clothes, although it is the dress worn by the master, but it is still quite beautiful." ”

Vlad III smiled and nodded, then watched the maid walk into the distance. It wasn't until the maid completely disappeared from view that his face returned to its usual indifference.

"You're not really going to that ball, it's dangerous. Jill looked at Vlad III, who was indifferent, and said excitedly, "As you said, there are at least three thousand enemies of that level, and if we go, we will simply throw ourselves into the net!"

Vlad III stroked the dragon emblem ring in his right hand, and his cold blood pupils squinted at the anxious Jill, although he had become an inhuman existence, his mind did not seem to have turned.

"Now, Jill, did you say you wanted to save Joan of Arc, or did you just say it was fun? Vlad III said lightly, and the air around him suddenly became heavy, "If you want to save her, you must at least know where she is being held, do you think there is a better chance than this?" ”

Jill lowered his head, partly because of Vlad III's words, and partly because of the momentum on him. Although Vlad III did not make any substantial movements, Gil still felt as if his body was imprisoned, and even breathing became difficult.

"Special training for you, from now on forget who you are, your body is stronger than you think. Vlad III said, placing his right hand lightly on Jill's shoulder, who had tried to dodge, but could not move at all under his might.

Vlad III's fingers pressed slightly on Jill's shoulder, and the sound of bones breaking came from inside Jill's body, and his face showed a look of pain, but no sound came out.

"Yes, it is necessary to endure pain, and no matter how hurt you are, don't expose your weakness. Vlad III withdrew his hand, and where Jill had been caught, it was evident that his muscles and bones had collapsed.

However, from the moment Vlad III removed his hand, Jill's shoulder began to repair itself, the bones were renewed, the muscles were restored, and the collapsed shoulder returned to its original state at a speed visible to the naked eye!

"Your body is already familiar with this change, and it's time for you to change your mind. Vlad III said, the red glow in his eyes fading, and the weight in the air disappeared without a trace.

"I ...... I understand...... Thank you for teaching me......" Losing the heavy oppression, Gilton felt breathing much easier, and he rubbed his shoulder, which had fully recovered, with an unbelievable feeling in his eyes. If he were still human, it would take at least three months for the injury he just received to heal, and even with the best treatment from the doctors, his shoulders would never be lifted......

Glancing cautiously at Vlad III beside him, Jill raised his right hand and slowly clenched his fist, even if he didn't use deliberate force, he could feel the powerful force swimming in his arm. If he had had this power earlier, perhaps Lord Joan of Arc would not have fallen into the hands of Edward, the Black Prince.

"Sorry, sorry, I've been taking a little longer. The maid panted as she put the cloth bag in her hand on the table, "This is the clothes I have prepared for the two of you, shoes and wigs are also in it, even if they are dirty and torn, please be careful with your own bodies." ”

Jill checked the clothes in the bag, and then hurriedly said: "I'm really sorry for you, if there are no accidents, we will definitely return the clothes in good condition, and I will trouble you to keep the matter of our visit tonight." ”

The maid nodded: "Lord Jill, please rest assured, I won't tell anyone about you, I hope you can save Lord Joan of Arc and the maid as soon as possible, please." ”

The maid bowed earnestly to Jill, and then led the two of them out through the side door on the other side. This side door is rarely passed by during the day, and at night it is even more silent.

Once out the door, Gil turned back and waved his hand at the maid, then followed Vlad III towards their hidden manor.

Perhaps because of the late weather, there was a faint mist in the air, and the footsteps of the two echoed in the deserted streets, sounding a little strange.

"It's hard to imagine that this city could have such a dead day, and the night is a little terrible. Feeling the faint coolness in the mist, Jill tightened her cloak and said.

"That's the case with cities ruled by repression, but it's not bad from a regulator's point of view, think of the Spartans of the past, who were born preparing to be warriors, which is common now in militarized city-states. Vlad III was not convinced.

His life as ruler and ruled has been too long, and he has experienced all kinds of life in the days when he acted with that drunken priest. It is inevitable that a city will have what kind of day it has, and what kind of night it has.

After a block in the night fog, Vlad III suddenly stopped, his toes touching the ground, and his whole person was like a giant crow climbing onto the eaves of the side of the street.

Although he didn't know why he did this, Jill quietly followed. Although he can't control his strength perfectly, it's still difficult for him to climb the wall.

"My lord, what's wrong?" Gil crouched behind Vlad III, hiding his body in the darkness of the building. Vlad III crouched in the corner of the eaves, looking as serious as the gargoyle around the church.

"There was the sound of footsteps, quite close to us. Vlad III said briefly, looking over the eaves to the street on the other side. There, a young man with short blond hair walked in the mist at a calm pace, no expression to be seen on his pale face.

Although the young man did not look out of the ordinary, Vlad III found some clues, he was too indifferent, like a strictly operating machine. But what really made Vlad III concerned was the young man's blood-colored eyes, revealing an indescribable strangeness in the dark night.

Vlad III made a silent gesture to Gil behind him, and then took the opportunity to throw a silver bat clone from his cloak, which flapped its wings quietly and hung under the eaves of the street corner, watching the young man's every move with blood-colored eyes.

The young man stopped suddenly.

He stood in silence in the middle of the street, his body straight, and if he opened his arms, he would be like a scarecrow in a farmer driving out a bird.

"Have we been discovered?" asked Jill temptedly, but seeing Vlad III's silence, he closed his mouth in amusement. But even if it is really discovered, it is nothing, there is only one person on the other side, let alone Vlad III, even if he is now, he may be able to subdue him...... Jill was so cranky that her nervousness suddenly improved a lot.

"Come out. The young man suddenly raised his head, and there was undisguised blood red in his cold eyes.

If Vlad III hadn't stopped all of Gil's actions, Gil would have really thought that the young men were talking to them.

Two black shadows suddenly flashed out of the darkness on both sides of the street and fell in front of the young man, and wherever they passed, the mist in the air was torn apart, leaving a clear trace.

When the two black shadows completely appeared in the gaze of the bat clone, Vlad III's face finally had a trace of solemnity, it was the figure of the dragon's thorn!

If it weren't for the young man's footsteps suddenly disturbing him, if he and Gilles de Ray had just walked into the sight of the Dragon's Thorn, what would have happened if Dracuri had known about it, Vlad III couldn't have imagined it.

Although I don't know why the Dragon's Thorn is hiding in Versailles, this is definitely not a good thing, and the reason why the Dragon's Grand Duke's manpower suddenly appeared here must have something to do with Edward, the Black Prince!

Without being too surprised by his discovery, Vlad III once again focused his attention on the three people in the street, who had expected to make a quick move, but something even more unexpected happened in front of Vlad III's eyes.