"That's right. Thorwell said through gritted teeth. What would happen to an army of more than 3,000 vampires attacking a human city, even with your toes, and the man who led those vampires was still a madman and a pervert......

"Versailles is the heart of all of France, and when you take it, the whole country will be open to that bastard. Even if this guy just stays there, we're going to have to face him, damn it!" he slammed into the table in a rage, and the solid walnut table suddenly cracked a few cracks.

At this time, Livian was not in the mood to care about this: "I thought that I could fight this guy back with the help of the location, but I didn't expect that it would be even more disadvantageous to us after the repulsion...... I wish we could have reinforcements. ”

Hearing the word reinforcements, the corners of Vlad III's mouth hooked up a faint arc. He had come to Bordeaux as a "reinforcement", but that was before he got the kiss of the goddess of victory...... After achieving his goal, Vlad III didn't care much about the pattern of France, and he didn't care who France would fall into, as long as it didn't fall into the hands of Edward, the Black Prince.

Painful torture is more suitable for this bastard than death.

"There will be no more reinforcements, the superiors have their own considerations. Towell smiled helplessly, with a hint of exhaustion in his blue eyes, "Our current strength is less than eight hundred, and we will definitely not be able to defeat them in Versailles, not to mention that Edward, the Black Prince, still has tens of thousands of human troops......"

Hearing Tovel's words, everyone unconsciously fell into silence, the gap in strength was like a mountain pressing on the hearts of each of them, and the atmosphere on the field suddenly became extremely depressing.

"There's something I don't understand. Vlad III broke the silence with a voice, and everyone's eyes were immediately drawn to him. Vlad III smiled slightly and said, "I don't understand why everyone here wants to fight the Black Prince Edward head-on, is it to carry forward the tradition of chivalry?"

As he spoke, he leaned back in the soft chair, and there was an inexplicable smile in his dark red eyes.

"What do you mean...... Sorry, I don't understand. Rongaite shrugged.

Trotwell also frowned tightly, not knowing what Vlad III meant.

"Actually, if you really want to talk about it, Viscount Gaugaute should be the one who knows my thoughts best. Vlad III said slowly, "What did you do to my father before, attacking him head-on? ”

The fact that Dracuri was sniped by the secret party was not a secret among the Bloodline, so after Vlad III brought it up, no one reacted very much: "It is said that you have fought him personally, and to be honest, I admire your courage and luck." ”

"If you're trying to mock my failures, you've succeeded, and don't forget, as a member of the Dragon Clan, you're also our enemy. Rongaite looked directly into Vlad III's eyes, and there was a hint of anger in his tone, "I admit that your clan is very strong, but there should still be a considerable gap compared to the total strength of the twelve clans of the secret party. ”

If it weren't for a temporary alliance, even if it was death, Rongaute would have attacked Vlad III, he was never a calm man, this was true in the face of Dracuri, and even more so in the face of Vlad III......

"Calm down, Lord Vlad didn't mean to offend you. Thornville got up from his chair and stood between the two of them, "Your Excellency, you mean let's assassinate that guy, right?"

"I appreciate smart people, and you're smart. Vlad III approvingly, "How many men does it take to assassinate a man? ”

"So, you think now is the opportunity?" asked Towell, somewhat uncertain, the idea rather risky, but perhaps worth a try.

"At least it's better than being anxious in a room where there is no sunlight, and who would dare to say that you will fail if you haven't really done it. Vlad III said, casually raising his head, as if thinking of something.

"Indeed, there is no better way than this, my lord, and I agree with Lord Vlad. After a brief thought, Lancelot stood up and said. He did not blindly follow Vlad III's opinion, but only said this after taking into account the current state of Woflf Castle.

After all, if it really starts, eight hundred assassins are much more threatening than eight hundred warriors......

Thornville nodded, then turned to look at Rongaute: "What about your opinion, Rongaute, without you, the difficulty of the action would undoubtedly be much more difficult." ”

Nearly half of Worf's forces were now brought by Rongaute, and if he did not agree, the chances of victory for Tóvel's own men alone were even more slim.

“...... First of all, I am not for you or any other frivolous purpose, as the sole spokesperson of the secret party in France, I have the right to act for the survival of this country. Rongaite said through gritted teeth.

"Of course I know what you mean. Towell smiled rarely. Now the situation is very clear, as for how to do it, as long as you concentrate everyone's thoughts, you will definitely be able to find the best solution, "Then it is decided, after sunset, everyone will set off at the same time, the goal, Versailles!"

After the discussion was completed, everyone left the hall one by one. Vlad III walked at the end, looking a little strange......

As the sun slowly sets to the west, more than a dozen newly made ovens are lit in the squares of Versailles by the chefs in charge of them. The rising flame quickly raises the temperature of the hearth to the desired level, and the chefs arrange the dough in the shape of an embryo in a certain order on a wire grill.

After about half an hour, the dough would be baked into brown bread, waiting for the Knights to distribute it to the hungry people on the other side of the fortifications.

"Today's dough is quite well fermented, and believe me, even the chef in the official family may not be able to make such a great thing. The lead chef said to Jock, who was doing nothing, as he munched on the bread in his hand.

There wasn't much work to do until the food was ready, so Jock sat by the oven and chatted with the fat cook.

"Honestly...... I don't think today's bread ...... What's different from yesterday's, if anything...... I still like bread with butter, that kind of smell...... It's tempting. Jock took a large bite of the baguette in his hand and said vaguely.

"Hey, don't say that about you layman. The chef patted him on the shoulder and said, although Jock is the captain of the first detachment, but this guy doesn't have any captain's shelf, and after a few days of getting along, Jock and these chefs are quite familiar with each other, and occasionally joke with each other.

"I'm not as good as you when it comes to war, but you're still far from making bread. The cook looked at the fire and said, "Do you know what art is?"

Jock shrugged: "I'm a rough man, I don't know any art." ”

"I knew you didn't. The chef said, "Art is actually very simple, to do one thing to the extreme, that is art! Take me as an example, making the best bread is my art, isn't it very simple?"

"But I still think bread with milk and sugar tastes better, and I have a hard time chewing the bread you make. Jock shook the slag of bread in his hand and said.

"Don't put that in front of me, you fellow!" said the chubby "artist" huffing, "the kind of product that uses milk and sugar to cover up its own inadequacy is not worthy of being called bread!Listen to Jock, real bread doesn't need all those flashy things, wheat flour, salt and water, plus yeast, these are the real essence of it, the best fermentation, the best craftsmanship, the best bread needs these things...... It's time for you to change your mind!"

"But the bread that comes out of this way is not very tasty. Jock frowned and said with some grievances.

"You know, really good bread is about bringing out the deliciousness of the dishes, not in front of all kinds of delicacies, but fortunately you didn't become a chef, otherwise you would have tarnished the art of cooking......"

On the top platform of the fortifications, Gilles de Ray sat helplessly with his sword in his hand, listening to two men below who didn't know anything talk about art.

He looked faintly in the direction of the sky, and his eyes were the afterglow of the setting sun.

"Hey, Jill, do you know what art is?" cried out Jock from below, and several birds that had been perched on the fortifications were frightened into flight.

"Do your own thing, stupid. Jill scolded helplessly, with no intention of participating in such a boring discussion. He looked at the situation in Versailles on the other side of the fortifications, and although it was not yet time to distribute food, a large number of people had already gathered near the fortifications.

"Looks like no one will be making trouble tonight. Jill thought so and stood up from the platform. He had been wearing armor all the time, and there was a crisp clatter between the pages of armor when he stood up.

As the aroma of wheat became stronger, more and more people gathered before the fortifications. Just as Jock helped the cook take the bread out of the oven, a horse suddenly galloped in the direction of the square.

"Lord Jill, Lord Jock, a large number of British troops have suddenly appeared near the city gates, Lord Joan of Arc tells you to hurry over!" the knight on the horse shouted to the two men near the fortifications before he had time to stop.