"Ah, ah, you're right, big ...... Oh sir, seriously, I've been wondering since I started, hahahaha. As soon as Gil tried to call Vlad III by the way, the latter made him notice his mistake with a hidden look. Although it is not understood why Vlad III did this, Jill did what he wanted.

"There's nothing to doubt, my friend, if only we could get these two ...... Girl?" Vlad III looked at Mordred's immature body with a hesitant expression on his face, "I take the liberty of asking, although it is rude to ask the age of a lady, but I still want to know the answer to this question." ”

Listening to Vlad III's words, Mordred, who was still a little happy, suddenly frowned: "Hey, what do you mean by this guy, do you think I'm a little girl? Damn, I originally liked your silver hair, cow, this guy will be handed over to you, I want another one!"

Mordred said displeased as she tugged at Jill's sleeve and walked inside. Jill looked at Vlad III with an inquiring look, but the latter was talking to Methervale at the moment and didn't notice it.

"Hey, what are you trying to do here, come in with me. Thinking that Jill was looking at Methoverwell, Mordred urged impatiently, and she grabbed Jill by the arm and dragged him into the inner hall......

“...... Hehehehe, please don't mind, this kid is so reckless, I hope it won't scare your companion. Messevale said with a coquettish smile as she wrapped her arms around Vlad III, and she consciously leaned close to her body, rubbing Vlad III's arms with her plump breasts.

Normal men may not be able to stand such a stunner for a long time, but Vlad III only smiled slightly, and then said slowly in his charming voice: "Please rest assured, my friend is not as weak as you think, but that girl's boldness is indeed beyond my expectations, she will not be your sister, right?"

"Of course not, how can such a savage girl be my sister, she is not younger than me in terms of age, but unfortunately, not everyone has the same talent for growth as me. Mesneverville twisted her waist and said seductively.

On this point, Messewell does have the qualifications to speak wildly. In Vlad III's impression, except for the bloody countess who displeased him, it seemed that there was really no one who could compare with the woman in front of him in stature.

Even Chromia, who is the queen of the Snow Eagle, is only ahead of these two in temperament, nothing more.

"Miss Messewell, I agree with both hands, and though I would be happy to speak with you here, it would be better to go in and find a place to sit down. Vlad III smiled slightly, then looked at Messewell with a teasing look.

"What a coincidence, I was about to suggest it, and in a way we are on the same page...... said Metherwell, smiling sweetly at Vlad III, and walking with him into the inner chamber.

As soon as the two of them entered the inner hall, Mordred's impatient voice came, and although this guy did not look very old, his temper was unusually short-tempered.

"You two are finally in, really, I thought it would take at least a few hours, hey, Gawain, I'm impatient, get the wine out!"

"Ahem......" Gao Wen, who was laughing with the girl in his arms, heard Mordred's words, and suddenly couldn't help coughing, seeing this, the two women hurriedly stroked his back gently.

"Please, take a look at your mind the next time you speak, there's still a long time to go, don't always look like you can't wait. Gawain said complainingly, while taking out several bottles of wine from the wine cabinet next to him and putting them on the table, watching Vlad III and Mesneverwell sitting on the sofa, Gawain smiled and pushed a bottle of wine over, "It's really a pleasure to see you get along so harmoniously, since everyone already knows each other, do you want to play a game?"

Vlad III reached out and grasped the bottle, the dark red liquid inside swaying, leaving tempting marks on the glass. He picked up the bottle and looked at the quality of the wine, and asked with great interest, "Although I don't know what the game you are talking about, I am quite interested in it, let's talk about it, what game to play." ”

Gawain and Methervale looked at each other, then smiled lightly as he took out five dice and placed them on the table, then took out another bag. Although it was impossible to see what was inside through the bag, there was a distinct metal crashing sound when Gawain threw the bag on the table, which was the sound of coins colliding.

Hearing this, the two girls who pestered him sat up straight at once, although they were very interested in Gawain, but the latter was a little more attractive than money.

"The rules are simple, each of us guesses the size of the points, and the person who guesses the closest is the winner. The winner can designate anyone on the pitch to drink a bottle of wine, and the designated person cannot refuse, but can give money to someone else to drink for themselves. ”

"I see. Vlad III bowed slightly, he turned his head to look at the two women beside Gawain, and a sly smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "In that case, I would like to ask for the two girls, if they are the winners, can they get money by drinking themselves?"

Vlad III's words immediately attracted the attention of the two women, who glanced at Vlad III gratefully, and then muttered and stuck to Gawain's body.

"Wouldn't it be a little fun to play in this case?" Gawain said with a wry smile feeling the soft touch on his body, he originally just wanted to take himself and Messevale out of the game through this rule, but he didn't expect Vlad III to make such a suggestion.

Although this condition seems to be very disadvantageous to the two women, as prostitutes, all they want is money. The fact that they can get money by drinking more wine is a blessing to them.

"What do you think?" After a moment's hesitation, Gawain looked at Methover and Mordred.

"Why bother with such a trivial matter, right?" Mordred asked, putting her arms around Jill's neck, who was so much shorter than Jill that she looked like she was hanging on Jill.

Jill glanced at Vlad III, who gave him a reassuring look between teasing with Messewell, seeing this, Jill calmed down, and then said: "You're right, we're here for fun, and it's too undeserved to be entangled in this kind of thing." ”

If it was Jill before, he wouldn't have worried about winning or losing at all, but now he is a werewolf and can't ingest human food at all, including alcohol, which is also where he is entangled.

"Five to one, the results are already obvious, and I'm sure if it were you, you'd be happy to see that. Vlad III said, turning his head to look at Methover beside him, and then put his hand on her waist.

"Of course, I will definitely not refuse this kind of thing that is beneficial to me. With that, Methover reached into her collar and took out a bag of coins from inside, "I don't like to drink, so I'm sorry for you, I suppose you, as a gentleman, you won't refuse a woman's request, will you?"

Vlad III smiled, then reached out to Gawain in motion.

Seeing that everyone had no opinion, Gawain sighed, then put the dice into the black cup and shook it. Although not a professional gambler, it is undeniable that his approach looks as pleasing to the eye as he looks.