"As long as I can save Jeanne Arc, I can do anything!" said Jill with her head raised and said firmly.

"Even if you abandon your human identity?"

"Abandoning the identity of a human being?" said Gil, with a puzzled look on his face, somewhat unintelligible as Vlad III meant.

A mysterious smile appeared on Vlad III's face, and when he closed it, when he opened it again, his eyes were already dyed with a strange red glow! Before Jill realized what was happening, a cold wind suddenly blew past him, making him close his eyes.

Maybe for a moment, maybe for a shorter time, when Jill opened his eyes again, Vlad III was already at the end of the search procession. Vlad III's long silver-white hair was still flowing smoothly behind his head, as if he had been standing there, and Jill rubbed his eyes curiously, he couldn't believe his eyes.

Although there were only a dozen people they came to search, the last one was at least a dozen meters away from Vlad III's original location, and it was like teleportation to move such a distance in just the blink of an eye.

"I'm sorry, human, but I just want you to know what I'm going to do. Vlad III said, and one by one, the knights of the search team fell to the ground as if they had been drained of their souls......

"What did you do!" Jill exclaimed, reaching for the saber at his waist, but when his hand touched his waist, he realized that the saber had been stolen at some point, "what the hell did you bastard, black magic, or did you quietly cast some spell on us?"

"Sorry, I don't understand that kind of thing, but as for your men, I just put them to sleep, and it didn't hurt their lives. Vlad III said, drawing Gil's sword, "As for what makes you stand here, it's your desire, and your courage. Do you know the enemy you're facing?"

Knowing that his men were not in danger of life, Gil's uneasiness subsided slightly, but he still did not understand what Vlad III meant.

"You are facing Edward, the Black Prince, who is an inhuman creature, just like me. With that, Vlad III suddenly plunged Jill's sword into his heart.

Jill watched all this in amazement, and because he was so surprised, he forgot to stop him: "Hey...... You're ...... Jokes should be done in moderation...... Going to die...... Hey, save him!"

Jill turned to Thornville and shouted at them, but none of them did anything.

"That's the opponent you're up against. A hand suddenly rested on Jill's shoulder, and Vlad III's left chest was pierced by a sword, and he said leisurely, "Now do you think you have the ability to save the woman named Joan of Arc?"

"You ...... What kind of monster the hell!" Jill said with difficulty in a trembling voice, and at this distance, he could even feel the chill coming from his saber!

"Monsters? Indeed, it is not an exaggeration to describe our might. Vlad III clapped his hands as he spoke, "Let's take a look at reality." ”

Jill slowly turned his head at his command, everyone in his sight, his pupils shining with a cold red glow, he swallowed with difficulty, and then fell to his knees weakly.

"As you can see, we are all monsters in your mouth, powerful and indestructible. Vlad III suddenly punched, and when his fist touched the trunk of the tree, the big tree that one person was hugging was interrupted, "I forgot to tell you that there are more than 3,000 such monsters in Versailles, what do you think needs to be done to take back your Joan of Arc from their hands?"

Jill knelt on the ground with his head bowed, his eyes covered by bangs in the dark, and Vlad III slowly walked up to him, then pulled his saber out of his chest and stuck it on the ground beside Jill.

"You can't think about it too long, you know, that woman is in danger all the time, strength or personality, the power of choice is in your hands, but be quick, there are no patient among us......" Vlad III said leisurely, the color in the blood pupils became more and more dangerous.

"By giving you your soul, will you be able to get enough strength to fight those bastards?"

"Don't think of us as demons who deceive souls, I have no interest in your souls, but the power you will gain is at least much stronger than it is now......" Vlad III said coldly, "So, your answer is?"

"As long as I can save her, I don't care if she becomes a demon or a monster, please give me the power!" Jill looked directly at Vlad III's cold blood pupils, his eyes burning with fierce desire.

"What a nice desire, your request, I heard ......"

After another baptism of war, the city of Versailles became a little different.

The golden fleur-de-lis banner, which originally occupied half of the city, was removed and replaced with Edward III's unique crocodile flag, and the British soldiers under the minions also occupied various strongholds in the city.

The temporary defenses of the central square have been demolished, and even more than a dozen huge ovens in the vicinity have been demolished. The bald man guarding here was said to have been completely cold when he was dug up, and his body covered in muck was covered in all kinds of horrific scars.

Everything had changed, except for the gloom that covered the overhead.

In the most important part of the city, the Palace of Versailles, the residence of the kings, retains its beautiful majesty at all times. From the antiques of the third century to the famous paintings of the 11th century, the splendid palaces are all in their original places, telling of their former glory......

But what few people know is that beneath this ornate palace lies a spacious dungeon for those who capsize in the maelstrom of politics. Among the king's courtiers, such a number were by no means small in history, and when a ball was held in the main hall of the Palace of Versailles, how many thought of the lonely existence of the pathetic unfortunate bastards at their feet?

Although it is a dungeon, it is still very well built due to the relationship between the Palace of Versailles, and compared with the dirty and rancid prisons in the outside world, this place is simply a villa-like luxury!

In one of the rooms of this luxurious dungeon, a pale girl lies quietly on a large purple bed, surrounded by the faint scent of lavender.

"I heard that you once took care of this woman's daily life, then her life is entrusted to you, although she has been treated, but she still hasn't woken up, but it's nothing, your task is to wake her up, preferably able to walk on the ground......" In the dark corridor, Becky, who was wearing palace clothes, bared her white shoulders and ordered the old woman behind her.

"Food, water and medicine will be delivered on time, and all you have to do is stay with her until she recovers. With that, Becky opened the closed prison door, "Go, your former savior is waiting for you." ”

"Yes, sir. The old woman bowed without humility or arrogance, and then went straight in. It was dark in the dungeon, and although there were candles on the walls, the old woman walked to the purple bed and saw the girl with her eyes closed.

The girl's lips were so pale that they had lost their former ruddyness, and the long golden braids that had been neatly braided were also released, pressed loosely under her body, slightly reflecting the luster of the candle flame.

Seeing that the once lively girl had become like this, the old woman could no longer hold back her tears: "Lord Joan of Arc, you have suffered, and I have come to accompany you." ”

The old woman was none other than the gentle and kind head maid in the mansion where Joan of Arc had stayed before, and although it was not known how Becky found her, it seemed that the head maid was not forced.

"She'll leave it to you, I have something else to do, take my leave. Becky finished speaking, the sound of his heel hitting the ground echoed in the hallway of the dungeon, and then faded away.

"Joan of Arc ......" The maid choked and reached out to stroke the hair on Joan of Arc's forehead, as if a mother wanted to wake up her sleeping daughter, but no matter how she touched Joan of Arc's body, Joan of Arc's eyes showed no sign of opening.

She was too badly injured.

Despite the protection of God's armed forces, Edward, the Black Prince's fist shattered her internal organs. As long as you uncover Joan of Arc's clothes, you can find that there are large purple-black bruises on her abdomen and back, if it weren't for the black prince Edward who didn't mean to kill her, that ferocious jab alone could completely shatter her body!

After a brief examination of Joan of Arc's body, the maid Mama breathed a sigh of relief, except for the horrible bruises on her abdomen and back, there were no other wounds on Joan of Arc's body, and with the doctor's treatment, her breathing was now quite stable.

The maid took out a handkerchief from her body and moistened it with water, and then spread it on Joan of Arc's forehead, although she didn't know if it would work, but she had no good way to do it.

"Lord Joan, you must get well quickly, I carefully observed when I came here, the number of people in charge is very small, as long as you can get better, we will definitely be able to escape from here......" The maid took Joan of Arc's hand with both hands, and then said silently, she had such a mind from the beginning, so she agreed to come here to take care of Joan of Arc.

Although she is just an old woman, she can become the head maid of that kind of mansion, and she naturally has the courage and courage that is different from ordinary people.

The maid mama pressed Joan of Arc's hand to her forehead, hoping to warm her cold palm with her own body heat. In the dark cell, the girl's faint breathing sounded from time to time, but other than that, there was no extra sound.

"Hey ......"

The sudden sound made the maid open her eyes in alarm, and she looked around, but found nothing unusual.

"Hey...... Can you hear me...... Ahem. A weak voice came from the cell on the other side, only a few meters apart, but the small voice carried a deep weakness.