Radu said, pulling the small crystal bottle out of his pocket. In the center of the crystal bottle, the red blood was silently suspended there, exuding strange fluctuations......

He slowly lifted the cap of the crystal bottle, and the breathtaking fluctuations instantly spread from the mouth of the bottle, just a drop of blood, but the power emitted made the members of the Dragon Thorn couldn't help but take two steps back.

"Lord Radu, this ...... What is this?" said a man in black with fiery eyes as he looked at the crystal bottle in Radu's hand and his throat tightened.

"The bone of bones, the blood of blood, the key to the so-called alchemy, the philosopher's stone crystallized by the fifth element in the legend, I'm afraid it's not as beautiful as it. Examining the small, suspended droplet of blood in his hand, Radu's eyes showed an undisguised desire, and he could open his mouth to devour it at any time if he wanted to, but the consequences of doing so would definitely be death.

No one can withstand the wrath of Draculi, it was before, and it is even more so now.

Radu sighed, and re-closed the lid of the crystal bottle in a reluctant gaze, he really did not have the courage to possess this gift, and Vlad III was much tougher than he was in this regard.

"My stupid brother, if it were you, I would have taken possession of it. But it's precisely because of your transgressive greed that you will lose the trust of your father, and as a bastard, you have this original sin, which is really sad. Radu shook his head mockingly, then put the crystal bottle back away. The sky outside the window was already dark, and it was time for him to get some rest.

More than 200 kilometers northwest of Versailles, a team of men and horses was preparing to set up camp along the direction of the road, and hundreds of tents were lined up on both sides of the road, firmly guarding the road.

Two teams of well-armored knights were bounded by the road, each occupying a position on one side. Closer to the side of the forest, the knights now dug a cave in the ground that could accommodate several people, and then spread a double layer of tents on top of the cave.

As for the knights on the other side, their work was quite haphazard, simply fixing the tent on the ground and spreading it out, even if it was already erected, so that they were much faster than on the other side.

"Werewolves are really convenient creatures, they are not afraid of the sun, as long as they set up a tent and can use it. In the black tent, Vlad III said as he looked at the map in his hand, and beside him, Lancelot stood respectfully, waiting for his instructions.

"You're really ridiculous, vampires and werewolves are both blood, and each has its own strengths, so there's nothing inconvenient about it. Lancelot said, glancing cautiously at the ill-sighted Viscount Gaugaute, who was now with Thorville, with a look of resentment burning in his blood pupils.

"If Master Vlad had wanted to be a werewolf, you could have defected to them, freaks like you weren't very popular among vampires in the first place......" Rongaite sneered sarcastically, and Tovir next to him reached out and grabbed him, interrupting him from what he had left to say.

"Hey, what are you talking about, is this the time to say something like that?" Towell was also a little helpless, no matter how much he tried, Rocaita always wanted to make Vlad III touch the nail, but the latter didn't seem to care about this.

If one party is always silent when scolding, then the one who opens his mouth will not be happy, and will only appear rude and rude in the eyes of others......

"Thorville, I know what you mean, but I just can't help it, it's better to be careful when facing the guys of the Dragon Clan. Ronette sighed and whispered in Thorville's ear.

"You bastard, you might as well think about how to deal with Edward, the Black Prince, and don't forget why we're here. Thorville patted him on the shoulder, and then walked over to the map to check it, in fact, he knew the terrain quite well, just to find a chance to talk.

"I don't know what Versailles was like to be ruined by that bastard, it's a city known as the Pearl of France, and from the point of view of admiration, even I envy that city......" Torville said, gesturing his finger at the distance between them.

Vlad III nodded, and although he had no interest in the prosperity of Versailles, the descriptions gave him a sense of agreement. As the king of Romania, he also wanted his country to be prosperous and strong, at least, better than when his mother was alive......

"Sure enough, the management of the city should be carried out by humans. Vlad III said lightly.

"Excuse me, what were you talking about?" said Towell, suspicious of his ears. It is so abnormal to say such things from the mouth of a duke.

"Domination is one thing, management is another, I don't know if you can figure it out, Viscount Tovel. ”

Thornville frowned and shook his head, deep doubt in his lake-blue pupils.

"Yes, after all, you are a pure-blooded blood...... Vlad III muttered as he looked at the map, a trace of loneliness flashed in his eyes, but no one could notice this momentary change in feelings, he pointed to the location of Versailles on the map, and then said: "Think about it, take this city as an example, how long did it take to build?"

"It's unbelievable that we have been able to achieve our current scale in such a short period of time, about two or three hundred years. Thorwell didn't even want to say.

"Yes, it's short, two or three hundred years is nothing to every mature bloodline, but don't forget, this is always a city built by humans. Compared with us, their lives are hardly worth mentioning, and the construction time of two or three hundred years is the result of many generations of human beings working together. ”

As he spoke, Vlad III raised his hand: "When the first generation of builders laid the foundation stone of the city, the second generation of builders may not be born, and when the second generation of builders planned the city, those of the first generation may have died......" Vlad III's hands folded in the air, like a city rising layer by layer, "The old life dies, the new life is born, and the city has completed its own growth between the old and the new." ”

"Whether it is the majestic and rugged Colosseum of ancient Rome or the Thousands of Miles of Castle Pavilion in the ancient kingdom of the East, they are all the result of generations of human beings built in their short lives. ”

Towell thought about it with a frown, but to no avail, and he looked back at Rongait, only to find that the latter had only shrugged his shoulders.

"Actually, I still don't understand these human thoughts, and since I can't see what I build, why waste my already short life?

This time it was Vlad III's turn to laugh, it was a self-deprecating laugh, and if he had to express his current mood in one word, it would be only to play the piano to the cow, a word from the Eastern world: "Okay gentlemen, don't waste time on questions you don't understand, if it's dawn, go back and rest, you don't have much time to relax." ”

"It's long overdue. He jumped off the table with his hands on the table, opened the entrance to the tunnel in the tent, and went straight inside.

"How long will it take to get to Versailles?" said Tovel, glancing at Lancelot.

"At the current rate, it can be reached in two nights at most. Lancelot said respectfully, "Actually, if we don't think about Viscount Gaucaith, we will be able to enter Versailles tomorrow morning." ”

Thornville nodded: "Pay attention to the vigilance during the day, I will also go to rest, don't say anything about what I said just now, after all, they are here to assist us, don't affect our cooperation." ”

"Yes, my lord, I see. ”

Todd gave Vlad III a slight salute, then opened the door to the tent and walked out. The sun had risen from the horizon at this moment, and a faint mist was steaming in the distant sky...... He didn't stay outside too long, and after simply greeting the subordinates guarding the camp, he returned to his camp.

"I'm back. As he spoke, Towell opened the tent door and entered, and before he could unload his armor, a soft body embraced him from behind.

"Welcome back, my lord. The scent of the scent spewed into Towell's ears, tickling and with a hint of a different kind of temptation. Livien ran her fingers over the clasp of her armor and pulled it off Thorville's body.

"Wouldn't it be nice to do these things at this time? Thorville smiled wryly, then slammed into Livien's back. As he walked towards the inner room, he turned back and kissed his wife fiercely.

"Rest assured, our tents are specially made and the sound insulation is excellent. "You've been too busy lately, at least for today, please take a good break with me." ”

Toddll didn't speak, he hugged his wife from behind to his chest. Livien's figure was already tall among women, but she still looked a little petite in front of him.

Torville slowly collapsed on the simple bed with Livian in his arms, unlike Edward, the Black Prince, who would not carry ornate utensils during the war, but with his wife's intentions, the simple marching bed was also very soft. The clothes on the two people peeled off one by one and scattered around the bed, the breathing of both sides unconsciously became heavy, and the temperature in the tent quietly rose......

The early foraging birds were fed and chirped and fell around the tents, stretching out their paws to comb their feathers, not feeling the intensifying cry of the tent.