"Many years ago, when I was a young man, I visited a man in London's Joan of Arc Cathedral, a legend of the Bloodhunt, Father Sebas!

"I asked him to be my teacher and guide me in becoming a qualified Bloodhunter, and he refused, but finally agreed. In this way, I learned a lot under his education, and these skills saved my life more than once in the days to come......" said the old man, his eyes full of gratitude, "The teacher has a sword that has been handed down from generation to generation, and it has always been stuck in the scabbard, and I have pulled it out once in curiosity, and it is the kiss of the goddess of victory. ”

"That was the only time the teacher got angry, I never thought he would be so angry, as if the dragon had been touched by the scales...... After a long time, the teacher's anger subsided, and there was a sadness in his eyes that seemed to be substantial. I apologized to the teacher and asked him why he was so sad, and at the end of the day he invited me to drink, drank a lot, and then recounted his blood-hunting career with his best friend when he was younger......"

Originally, Vlad III's attitude was a little perfunctory, but when the name came out of the mouth of Old Man Saka, his expression froze. He sat quietly in his chair like a puppet, without any movement, listening to the old man's story of his past with that man, Vlad III's eyes gradually lost focus......

How many years. He had forgotten how many years had passed since the guy's death, and for the vampire, the sight of him wrapping the shroud around the guy with his own hands seemed like yesterday.

I thought that no one in this world remembered this guy except him, but I didn't expect that in Osman, so far away from London, there was still a disciple of his past who still remembered him.

"The two of them are simply two heroes, the kiss of the goddess of victory and the kiss of the goddess of radiance strike the sword light of the kiss of the goddess of glory makes many blood clans frightened! But no matter how powerful the hero is, there is an end of the day, the teacher's best friend, that is, your grandfather, the two of them were unfortunately seriously injured in a mission to exterminate the blood nest, and your grandfather desperately pushed the teacher out of the burning fire...... Since then, the teacher has stored the Goddess of Victory's kiss, which he says is the only way to remember his best friend, and no one is allowed to touch it!"

Old man Saka said, his eyes were a little more misty, he and his teacher had fought countless battles with the blood clan, and his comrades had also died in these battles, so he could understand the teacher's mood at that time, "I'm sorry to suddenly tell you so many things about the past, maybe because I am old and pay more attention to the past." ”

"It's okay, I understand your feelings. Vlad III said lightly, he lowered his head and stroked the scabbard of his sword, his eyes unconsciously turning red. It wasn't bloodthirsty red eyes, but deep sadness, and Old Man Saka's words once again drew him to the battlefield where some drunken fellow held aloft the kiss of the goddess of victory and brandished his sword back to back......

Now that man is gone, and he is left alone on the battlefield of blood and fire.

"Kid, are you alright?" asked Old Man Saka, looking at the silent Vlad III.

"I'm fine, just thinking about what happened in London. ”

"Have you been to London, have you been to the teacher?" asked Old Man Saka, suddenly excited. It's really worthy of the former blood hunt, if you want an ordinary old man, the heart may not be able to bear it for a long time if he is so excited.

Vlad III didn't know whether to nod or shake his head, his former decisiveness seemed to have failed at this moment, he didn't want Saka to know about Sebas's death, that look, it was too sad.

"Yes, I did, but he passed away soon after, and knowing that the sword had been recovered, he walked peacefully. ”

Old Man Saka was stunned, and then said slowly: "Yes, indeed, I am already so old, counting the time, it is almost the same." However, he was able to spend the end of his life peacefully, and the children and grandchildren of his best friends said goodbye to him, and the teacher was happy......"

When night fell again, Vlad III drove a horse-drawn carriage through the deserted streets. At the back of the carriage were twenty boxes of silver powder, neatly stacked, covered with a sheet of cooked cowhide, and then firmly fastened to the chariot with hemp rope.

Driving wildly in the streets at night naturally attracted the attention of the night watchmen, and soon, the otherwise quiet night became noisy.

"Stop, stop the people in the carriage! It's curfew time, don't stop and kill!" the guards shouted after the carriage, the guards of the night watch were of a very low rank, and they were not equipped with horses at all, and after chasing them for some distance, they were still thrown away from home.

"Boss...... Right now...... What to do?" asked a soldier as he sat on the ground dressed in a rough manner.

"What else can I do, release the rockets, and inform the soldiers defending the city!" the little leader straightened up and yelled at his men.

The three rockets were soon shot into the sky one after another, and under the black night, the traces of the rocket's flight were very obvious, even if they stood far away, they could be noticed.

In fact, even if they didn't release the rockets, the end result would be the same, the carriage would leave the city gate anyway, and Vlad III had no intention of hiding his tracks from the beginning.

The guards at the gate noticed the signal from the sky, and hundreds of soldiers blocked the gate to death, and they drew their bows and arrows, pointing arrows at Vlad III's advancing chariots.

"Stop, driver, or I'll let go of the arrows!" shouted an officer-like man at the front of the soldiers, who drew his sword from his waist and raised it high into the sky, and if the knife swung downward, hundreds of arrows would be enough to shoot this man and his horse into a bloody sieve!