After all, his experience was too little, and it was difficult to learn the skills of using a scimitar in a hurry, and for a person who was born with knightly swords, no matter how talented he was, he could not use the scimitar as easily as an Arab in a short time.

So Towell lent him the "Watchful Lake". The sword is said to be based on the sword of Lancelot, the first knight of the Round Table in Celtic mythology, and although it does not have the power of mythology, it is indeed an excellent weapon.

"Jill, when did you become a beast of power. Vlad III retracted his gaze and looked at Gil.

"Isn't that what you've been teaching me all along, that in order to integrate into the Bloodline Society, you have to become a beast, and you have to be crazier than ordinary beasts. ”

"I didn't let you think about your life or death. Vlad III said, covering his striking silver hair with a cloak, "Although we can kill them, we can't guarantee that we won't attract other squads in the course of the battle, and the horror of the Dragon Assassin lies not in fighting alone, but in joint assassination......"

On their way here, they encountered more than one wave of patrolmen, but each time, they managed to escape under the arrangement of Vlad III. This man seemed to be incommensurably familiar with the minds of these assassins, and was always able to make the black-clad assassins lose their target in the most unlikely places.

"Yes, my lord, I see. Jill nodded, then tucked the hilt of the watchman's sword into his cloak.

"By the way, my lord, listening to the tone of those people just now, it doesn't seem to be much hatred for you, it's more of a kind of incomprehension than hatred, why is this?"

"You seem to have a bit of a lot to talk about tonight. ”

Vlad III glanced at Jill, his eyes glowing a faint dark red. After a long silence, he spoke: "If I guessed correctly, the assassination team just now should be composed of half-bloods. Seven half-breed dragon assassins, hehehehe, it's really a rare situation. ”

"Half-bloods, what is this, another term for Bloods?" asked Jill with a frown at a new term. For him, everything in the blood clan is new, if it weren't for that chance encounter, maybe he wouldn't know that there was such an existence in the world until he died, so he asked such a question.

"Heh, I almost forgot that you didn't know this, and I didn't have time to tell you this before, let's go, tell you as you go. Vlad III said, walking to the other side. Behind him, Jill hurried to follow, lest he miss something.

"The Bloodline is a race hidden behind the human race, inherently powerful and invincible. Most humans don't know we exist, and they don't know how cruel the real world is. Humans have always thought that they are the only creatures in the world, capable of ruling over all things, but this is just a foolish view of them, for the Bloods, humans are nothing more than a high-class source of food, like the top beef on the table. ”

"You should be able to understand the statement that humans keep livestock in captivity, that blood people get blood and flesh from animals, and that blood people get blood from humans. ”

Jill nodded, his breathing became slightly short, his face was a little ugly, and he didn't know what he was thinking: "In other words, humans are nothing more than animals raised by the Blood Clan, and in your eyes, we are no different from cattle and sheep." ”

"No, Jill, you're mistaken. Vlad III interrupted him, "Don't forget, you are now of the same race as us, and you no longer belong to the ignorant world......

Vlad III walked in front of Jill, so Gil could not see his expression, and if anyone stood in front of Vlad III, he could see that there was a trace of sadness in his eyes, and his dark red pupils were as deep as the ocean.

"Behind the history of mankind, there is a shadow of the blood clan everywhere, but this shadow is hidden in the shadows, and even if humans are aware of it, they will not care. In ancient Egyptian mythology, for example, the patron deity of the wolf-headed human body can always be seen in their murals, and many people think that it is just a symbol, but nowadays you should know what those things are. ”

"Those...... Could it be a werewolf?" Jill hesitated, and said his guess, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would have had a hard time believing that werewolves existed, and even, he would have become one of them.

"Hehehehe, who would have thought that the immortal god in ancient Egyptian mythology, Anubis, the gatekeeper of Hades, was actually evolved from werewolves, if those pharaohs knew that the gods they believed in were just to taste the blood of the people, it is estimated that they would crawl out of the coffin wrapped in the shroud. Vlad III said, a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth, "Speaking of which, the technology of making mummies was invented by the Bloods, in order to put themselves to sleep when there is a shortage of food, and not to fall into madness due to hunger and thirst. ”

"I don't know which immoral man described this method as the secret art of eternal life, and let it spread throughout the land of Egypt. The pharaohs buried in the pyramids are still waiting to one day climb out of their coffins made of gold and rule the world again, how stupid it is that even their brains are hooked out of their nostrils, and even if they are resurrected, what do they want to rule with? with their sour skulls? hahahaha. ”

Vlad III mocked the departed kings with great contempt, but Jill could vaguely understand his attitude, and this kind of blind imitation was indeed too stupid for the Bloodline.

"My lord, you just said that mummies were invented by the Bloodline to solve the shortage of food?"

"That's right, if the Bloods fall into hunger and thirst for a long time, they will completely become blood-thirsty beasts, who only know how to kill and go crazy. The madness of the Bloods will attack everything in front of them, whether the other party is a Bloodline or a human, and what is worse is that this indiscriminate madness will not end once it begins, even if you drink blood until your stomach bursts, and your stomach is so stretched that you can see the outline of your internal organs, you still can't extinguish that craving for blood until you die, which is not uncommon in the history of Blood. ”

"Speaking of which, for a long time before the Blood Hunt started hunting the Blood Clan, it was the Law Enforcement of the Blood Clan who did the dirty work. The elders of the Council of Elders have selected powerful young men from each clan to form the Bloodline's enforcers to deal with those who have fallen into madness, or those who have violated the Commandments and the Blood Pact......"

"I'm sorry to interrupt you, but I have a question for you, how long will it be before you fall into that irreparable madness if you don't take blood?" asked Jill in the night, with a pale face.

In order not to "completely" become a blood clan, Jill has been suppressing the desire for blood in his heart.

He had always been lucky, thinking that if he didn't touch the blood, he could wake up one morning and turn back into a human...... But Vlad III's words just now were like a hammer blow, shattering his illusions and causing his heartbeat to soar instantly.

"So you're worried about this. Vlad III turned his head, glanced at Gil and said, "Don't worry, I have already poured blood into your mouth while you are unconscious, otherwise your broken body would not have been able to recover like this in such a short time." ”

By the time she fled from the central plaza that day, Jill had fallen into a coma. In addition to broken bones and various sword wounds, he also had considerable burns on his body, the marks of which would stay with him for two weeks if he did not take in enough blood.

"Feel it for yourself, if there is no thirst in your throat. ”

After listening to Vlad III's words, Jill lowered his head and felt it carefully, and the feeling of hunger and thirst disappeared. In addition, he felt that his body was more relaxed than before, as if there was a steady stream of power pouring out of his body.

"Lord Vlad, thank you so much for helping me so much. Jill said, pausing himself. He slammed his right fist into the heart and knelt down on one knee, "I don't know how to repay you, but I, Gilles de Ray, will swear by glory and follow you to the death!"

For a knight, nothing is more important than glory, and by doing so, Gil is giving her life to Vlad III.

Vlad III slowly turned around and looked quietly at Gilles de Ray who was kneeling on the ground, his eyes were obscured by the shadow of the cloak, but Gil could still feel an indifferent gaze falling on him: "Get up, there is still a way to go, we have no time to delay in this city." ”

It is not known whether Vlad III agrees or not, but the words have been spoken, and Gil cannot break his oath.

He rose from the ground and obediently followed Vlad III like a knight-acoly-attendant. After the two men walked silently for a while, Vlad III suddenly stopped.

"My name is Vlad Cepesi, King of Romania. Followers are not uncommon to me, but there are few people who can make friends......" Vlad III said, with a rare hint of nostalgia in his tone. He had forgotten how the drunken guy met him in his memory, but the will of that guy was still burning in the kiss of the goddess of victory on his waist.

"I'm finally avenging you. Vlad III raised his head and looked at the night sky through the thin mist. The night wasn't clear, but there were still a few stars twinkling in the sky.

After a long time, Vlad III withdrew his gaze: "Let's go, Gil, it will not be easy to follow my side, at least, remember everything I told you." ”

"Rest assured, I will. Jill saluted earnestly.