"Look, as I said, no one is going to die here, not even blood. Watching Jill put the watchful lake back into his waist, Vlad III put the empty bottle on the bar and smiled.

The bartender had long been shocked by Jill's strength, and looking at the wailing hooligans all over the ground, he swallowed with difficulty: "You...... Who the hell are you? This guy is too strong, and even though those gangsters have drunk a lot, they can't stop ordinary people from fighting. ”

Vlad III smiled, then took out a few silver coins from his clothes: "You don't have to worry about this problem, in short, we won't cause you trouble like those guys, it's enough to remember that." ”

As he spoke, he placed the silver coin on the bar and pushed it to the bartender.

"God knows how much trouble you've caused me, those guys aren't going to give up, and if you don't want anything to happen, you'd better get out of town as soon as possible, I'm serious. The bartender frowned and sighed, then put the extra silver coins in front of Vlad III, "That bottle of wine doesn't have so much money, and it won't cost so much if you count the broken things and medical expenses, please take them back." ”

If it were usual, the bartender would definitely take the opportunity to knock on a bamboo bar, but today he didn't do it, not because he didn't want to, but because he didn't dare! The ghost knows if these two guys would have smashed his shop if they found out, and then the gains would outweigh the losses......

"What does this have to do with me?" Vlad III narrowed his eyes in confusion as he heard the bartender's words.

"Dude, your friend has broken so many things here with me, you have to pay some compensation, and if those gangsters don't give some money to appease, when they react, you may not have to spend the night in the hotel tonight, but I think about you!" The bartender looked at Vlad III's appearance and suddenly felt a little broken, "Could it be that you didn't plan to do this just now?"

"No, the breaking of things is the work of those gangsters, and the injuries are also their own inflictions, and as for paying them for their medical bills, I'm sorry, but I'm not good enough to compare to Jesus. ”

"Then why are you giving me so much money?" Vlad III's words made the bartender completely collapse, and he fell headlong on the bar, and asked weakly.

Vlad III smiled slightly, then pointed to his torn clothes: "As you can see, I need two complete sets of clothes, and that's what the extra money will be for." It is quite a disturbing thing to be mistaken for a beggar in this kind of clothing, and I am sure you will help if you don't bother......"

The bartender was about to say no, but was interrupted by Vlad III.

"Of course, I won't let you run in vain, no matter how much money is left after buying clothes, it will be a tip for you, how about it, you will definitely make a profit on this business. ”

"You, are you telling the truth?" heard Vlad III's words, and the bartender stood up as if he had been beaten with blood. He stood beside Vlad III with a flattering smile on his face, "It's my honor to serve you, please leave this matter to me, the owner of the clothing store here is my regular customer, I am sure I will be satisfied." ”

"yes, that's great. Please go buy it now, I'll be waiting for you here, remember, two more cloaks in addition to clothes, that's all. As he spoke, Vlad III sat down in a chair at the bar, and he beckoned to Jill, who walked up to him in silence.

"Don't worry, I'll make you happy......" The bartender ran out with the money and spat hard as he passed the drunk. The guy was rolling on the ground with his ankles on his feet right now, not even noticing.

Looking at the back of the bartender leaving in a hurry, Jill pulled a chair from nearby and sat next to Vlad III: "My lord, if you want to buy clothes, I can do it for you, there is no need to go to that guy, and this place is so decadent, it's disappointing!"

Jill said, glancing at the rest of the drinkers, who were sitting in their seats drinking peacefully, as if what had just happened was non-existent to them.

Vlad III turned his head to look at Jill, then patted him on the shoulder: "I know what you think, the root cause of your anger is not the people here, but that you don't think it's worth it." ”

"You tried desperately to save your country, but in the end when you needed to save it, you were met with indifference. In addition to those who see you as saviors, there are those who, instead of thanking you for your efforts, have a great hatred for you because of your mistakes......"

Vlad III said as he observed Jill's demeanor, and although his expression did not change, Jill's fists clenched tighter and tighter.

"It's not these people that you hate, it's this kind of people that you hate. You hate their indifference and selfishness, as well as their self-righteous attitude, if it weren't for them, Joan of Arc wouldn't have been caught at all, and it wouldn't have become what it is now, this is what you really think in your heart, and it has no direct connection with the environment and people here. ”

Vlad III leaned back in his chair, he had long wanted to talk to Gil about this issue, but he had never found a good opportunity.

Jill's expression struggled a little, his breathing became heavy, and as Vlad III said, he hated those who betrayed Joan of Arc: "Your Excellency, you are right, I have indeed transferred my hatred for those people here. We...... We saved almost all of Versailles, but those fellows, because of a conspiracy of the enemy, they have completely inflicted their resentment on Lord Joan of Arc, which is ......"

Jill said these words almost through gritted teeth, his pupils twinkling and shifting between red and brown. Whenever the spirit of the Bloodline fluctuates, it unconsciously ignites the bloodline, and Jill is now at the point of anger.

"Do you know what a human being is?"

Just as Jill was about to lose control of his anger, Vlad III suddenly spoke leisurely.

Gil didn't expect Vlad III to ask this question, and his originally angry eyes suddenly showed a hint of confusion, and he looked at Vlad III sitting in a chair, not knowing how to answer.

"Whew. Vlad III sighed, and then slowly spoke: "Jill, remember my words, the essence of human beings is selfishness......"

"No, Lord Joan of Arc is not like that, I cannot agree with what you are saying!" said Gil angrily, interrupting Vlad III in a rare way.

Seeing Jill's big reaction, Vlad III was slightly stunned, and then narrowed his eyes indifferently: "Calm down, listen to what I have to say." ”

"Sorry, I was so rude. Sensing his gaffe, Jill said with his head down.

"Calm down and don't let emotions cloud your judgment. Vlad III did not dwell on this question and continued: "There is no doubt that human beings are selfish, and no matter how many people you save, as long as some of them are hurt in the process, then you are evil to them. ”

"Joan of Arc is not selfish, think of her title, Joan of Arc, if she were selfish, she would not have sacrificed her life for the people of Versailles. I once had a dear friend who was very similar to Joan of Arc who had helped many people in need, and for some reason I had to leave him. originally thought that he would be able to spend the rest of his life safely, but as a result, this guy had an accident in the end. ”

"What happened to your friend?" asked Gil involuntarily as he heard the story told by Vlad III.

"Hmph, this guy was betrayed by the imp he raised with his own hands. For some ridiculous reason and for a mere twenty pieces of silver, the imp betrayed him, and watched him be burned alive tied to the cross......" said Vlad III with a mocking smile on his face.

Although he showed no signs of anger, behind this calm, Jill could clearly feel an unprecedented coldness!

"You...... Didn't you go to save him?" Jill hesitated, then asked in a whisper.

I thought Vlad III would be furious because of this, but unexpectedly, he only turned his head after a brief distraction: "It was too late for me to get the news, and by the time I actually saw him, the old guy had already been burned to a charcoal." The only thing I can do is to take this guy's favorite liquor to pay homage to him, and then take his charred body and lay it under the dirt......"

Although Vlad III said it simply, Jill was still faintly aware of what was hidden in his words. Burying one's friends with one's own hands is definitely not something that people are indifferent to.

"I didn't expect you to have such a past, I thought that the blood clan's feelings for everything were already very flat, except for the desire to penetrate deep into the bone marrow. Looking at Vlad III's indifferent appearance, Jill suddenly felt that his understanding of this race was too narrow, although Vlad III taught him to see the world with the idea of blood, he still did not understand the true meaning of this sentence.

"Don't easily speculate about a person's past, the so-called emotional indifference is actually just because you have seen too many helpless things. The reason why you give up Joan of Arc is because I don't want you to live with pain, and I hope you can understand this. Vlad III said, glancing at Jill, who had calmed down and did not know what to think.