When Vlad III walked out of the chamber and appeared in the living room, several eyes focused on him and Jill at the same time, making them look slightly surprised.

"There must be a little time left before the appointed time, what's the matter, so many people have gathered, are you worried that I will be caught by Radu's men and betray your place?" said Vlad III calmly, and then walked over to the sofa and sat down, stretching out an arm on the armrest, and his gaze swept over Tovel's faces one by one.

"Your Excellency, you misunderstood, that's not what we meant......"

"Of course we didn't mean that!" Tovel was rudely interrupted by Rongaite before he could finish his words, and he looked at Vlad III angrily, as if he had unspeakable resentment, "You already knew that Radu had come to Versailles, right?

It would be very disrespectful to speak to the Duke in such a tone, but Vlad III was surprisingly not angry today.

"The alliance is already quite fragile, and this is only my personal alliance with you. As soon as I tell you that Radu has come to Versailles, you will be even more suspicious of me. Vlad III said, his eyes lit up silently, and there seemed to be a kind of magic in his eyes that could easily see through the hearts of others, "Whether I am sincere in helping you or not, as long as anyone from the Dragon Clan appears here except me, you will suspect that it has something to do with me, right?" ”

"Yes, so now we suspect that you were not caught by Radu's men, but personally ran over and exposed our position to him!" Now that his mind has been seen through, he doesn't plan to hide anything.

"I didn't have such suspicions, bastard!" to Vlad III's surprise, Torville grabbed him by the collar and pressed him against the wall, his face gloomy as if he could drip water, "You bastard, you only need one thing to say, what do you want now?"

"One statement, one explanation? Can one statement change the fact that you and I were almost hacked to death by those dragon assassins! First surrounded by Edward the Black Prince's men!Then surrounded by those bastards in black!What does this mean? It means that this guy is a pawn that Draculi planted next to us, otherwise he could have left with a bastard in that predicament?hahahaha, I'm sorry, it should be two bastards......

"Shut up, you guy!" Seeing that Rongait's emotions were out of control, Trotwell instantly covered his mouth with his other hand.

Although the words of Roncaita were plugged back into his mouth, anyone could hear what they meant.

Vlad III looked at Roncai indifferently and picked up a cup from the coffee table with a blank face. Lancelot, who was standing aside, saw it and immediately picked up the bone china teapot and poured the blood into his cup.

Taking a sip of the blood in the cup, Vlad III put the cup back on the coffee table, he slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the blood pupils were shining!

Something woke up.

The temperature of the entire meeting room suddenly dropped, and the remaining blood in the bone china teacup began to freeze from the surface, and with a slight cracking sound, dark red ice cubes slipped out of the cup that was split in half, falling to the ground and shattering.

Even more terrifying than the falling temperature was the breathtaking pressure, and although it was only for a moment, everyone in the parlor except Vlad III had the feeling of falling into the abyss, and cold sweat flowed wildly.

"This ...... Is this?" before Towell could react, the Ronette he was pressing against the wall began to shake violently.

"For many years, it is indeed brave for someone to dare to speak like this in front of me, but he seems to have miscalculated my belly. Vlad III spoke in an extremely flat voice, and although his voice was not loud, every word made the hearts of the others present tremble.

"Radu's presence in Versailles is his business, or Delacuri's business, and it has nothing to do with me. But if I want to be bad for you, hehehehe, I don't need to borrow his hand, I can solve all this myself. ”

Vlad III got up from the couch and walked up to Towel's side: "Put him down, it's none of your business here." ”

"But my lord...... All right. Tovir was about to refuse, but Vlad III's eyes were so fierce that he swallowed back the words raw.

He let go of his hand and lowered Rongaite to the ground. Rongait's feet touched the ground, but they couldn't support her body at all, and the whole person fell to the ground like mud.

Rongaite twitched on the ground, her face flushed. His consciousness seemed to remain, but he couldn't control his body, so he could only move his eyes as hard as he could, looking at Vlad III standing beside him pleadingly.

"Viscount Gaude, you should understand by now, I have no ill will towards you, otherwise, now that you can't even move, I can easily pull out your heart and put it in front of you," Vlad III finished speaking, turning back to the sofa and sitting down, "Lancelot, I accidentally soiled the floor, and I will have to trouble you to clean it up later." ”

"Please don't say that, this is what I should do. Lancelot bowed deeply and said respectfully.

When Vlad III had finished speaking, Roncaita struggled to sit up like a drowning man being dragged ashore. His clothes were soaked in cold sweat and stuck to the surface of his body, undulating with violent gasps.

"This ...... What the hell is going on...... Why...... Will my body be suppressed and unable to move?" said Ronette in horror as she looked at Vlad III's figure.

"This seems to be called coercion, and it seems that the adults used it when they were fighting on the execution table before, and that's what Radu called it at the time. As the only spectator of the battle, Jill remembered almost every detail, and although he didn't quite understand the conversation between them at the time, he was sure of his abilities.

"But when you used it at that time, the effect didn't seem to be as obvious as it is today, and I remember that Radu and the other person were just forced to kneel under duress, and did not collapse to the ground. ”

Jill said seemingly casually, but his eyes were squinting, after so many things, he didn't have a good impression of this person.

Radu is a direct blood relative of Dracuri, and it goes without saying how strong the bloodline is, and although everything is a mystery as a royal agent, Euquintus can be so trusted by Draculi, and the bloodline will not be low. Whether it is bloodline or ability, these two people are much higher than Racaith, so they can not be crushed under the pressure of Vlad III.

"It's coercion...... No wonder ......" said Roncaita, who didn't seem to hear Jill's taunt, slumped on the ground.

He had also heard of this ability, but it was generally only possessed by princes, and, as far as he knew, the princes of the Tengsnake clan did not have this ability.

"Now that no one is complaining, I think we can start a formal meeting. Vlad III didn't pay attention to what Rongaite was thinking, he cleared his throat and spoke to the rest of the room.

Gil would not object at first, Lancelot was generally on Vlad III's side, and Thornville looked at Livien, and both of them looked in agreement, and as for Rongaute, there was no need to consider him.

"Tell me, sir. Thorville focused his gaze on Vlad III and nodded.

"Very well, then I will say it bluntly, Radu has already attacked the greedy crocodile clan in Versailles, and every night he will send dragon assassins to hunt down the whole city, which is actually a signal. Vlad III paused, his eyes suddenly became serious, "He wants to shut these people up and promise not to reveal what he did in Versailles!"

"The murder of Edward, the Black Prince, is currently known only to us and Radu, and once those people are silenced, all the fingers will be pointed at you and Rongait. With that, Vlad III glanced at Thorville, who was now bowing his head and pondering his words.

"Not to mention what Edward III would think about the killing of his heir, the mere fact that so many of his people died in France was enough to make him furious. Think about it, what will an angry prince bring you?"

After Vlad III finished speaking, he quietly leaned back on the sofa, and the rest did not need him to describe, Tovir himself could understand.

Listening to Vlad III's words, both Tovel and Ronate, who was slumped on the ground, turned very ugly. Just one black prince Edward has already cornered them, and Edward III's revenge is definitely much more terrible than that pervert!

"Damn, I'll just say why I haven't seen those bastards of the Crocodile Clan these days, and I thought they had withdrawn from Versailles and rushed back to report to Edward III, but I didn't expect to be trapped by Radu's people. Torwell said angrily, slamming his fist on the coffee table.

"My lord, calm down, things may not be as bad as imagined, after all, this matter has not yet been spread, we just need to pass the news of Radu's killing of the Black Prince Edward to Edward III in advance, and their conspiracy will be solved. Seeing that Towell's ice-blue eyes were getting heavier and heavier, Livian let out a reassuring voice.

"It's not as simple as you think, how can that old guy believe our words, to him we are enemies, will you believe the words of the enemy?"

"But does he really think we have this ability? We have so many fewer troops than Edward the Black Prince, and even if you don't have to think about it, you know that it is impossible to destroy so many people!" Livien said, grabbing Thorwell's hand, "My lord, I believe that this matter can be solved no matter what, please trust me." ”

Looking at his wife's gentle eyes, Thornville really wanted to nod, but he couldn't.