"Sure enough, we shouldn't care about those human beings at all, the kind of pariahs let them die casually. "It's much harder to get out of here now than it was when you came in, Lord Vlad, you put yourself in for the survival of those untouchables." ”

If you want to assassinate the Black Prince Edward, you must let him expose himself, and now there are more than 3,000 vampires guarding him in the Palace of Versailles, let alone assassination, it is difficult to sneak in.

"It's better to do something than to wait here, and Lord Vlad is also kind, so that the humans in the city can better accept our control. Originally, our troops were less than that of Edward, the Black Prince, and even if we were weak, we could have a little more. Thorville lifted himself up and looked at Vlad III.

Vlad III didn't seem to mean anything, though, and stared out the window at the rain that was constantly falling, as if trying to find something out of it.

If before he came to France only to get back the kiss of the goddess of victory, now he is to find the secret hidden behind the events. It wasn't an accident to simply encounter the dragon's thorn, the young man with short blond hair was what he cared about the most, and the contents of the crystal bottle......

Although he doesn't know what happened, the only person in this world who can get the Dragon's Thorn and Radu to go out together is his father, the Dragon Grand Duke Drakuri!

"Lord Vlad...... Mistress Vlad......"

A faint call dragged Vlad III out of his musings, and Lancelot stood beside him, leaning down in greeting. Seeing that everyone was looking at him, Vlad III smiled slightly, and then put the quilt on the windowsill: "It seems that the rain will stop in less than two days, and if Jill has not escaped by then, I plan to pick him up." ”

"Why do you care so much about this guy?" Lancelot couldn't understand, many of the people present were much stronger than that guy, why should they care about the life or death of that guy.

"Anyway, I've turned that guy into a Bloodline, at least, let him play his due role. Vlad III said, standing up, "I'm going to go and rest, if nothing else, don't bother me, as for Edward the Black Prince, take it easy, a madman who does what he wants, nothing to worry about." ”

With that, Vlad III picked up the kiss of the goddess of victory leaning back in his chair and walked towards his room. The rest of the people looked at each other in the wide living room, not knowing what to say.

After a long time, Toddll went to the fireplace and threw two pieces of wood into it. Watching the wood gradually be consumed by the flames, he suddenly sighed.

"My lord, do you have any troubles?" Livien walked behind him, hands gently pressed on his shoulders.

Towell nodded, then gave Lancelot a look, and the latter understood, and walked to the porch of the living room and closed the heavy mahogany door. Seeing Lancelot finish all this, Torville patted Livien's hand and sat back down.

"I don't know why, since I came to Versailles, I feel that Mistress Vlad seems to have changed a little, he seems to be a little ...... Absent-minded?"

"I had that feeling when I was at Wolfe Castle and at the end of the day, I still can't trust him. "It's not just because of his identity, even his true thoughts are still a mystery, I hate mysteries, what about you?"

"I don't care, it's just that Master Vlad seems to have become more mysterious after entering Versailles, and he seems to be hiding something from us, even at the ball, which is too unusual. Thornville said, frowning again.

"So what are you going to do?" said Ronate, putting away the smile on her face and sitting up straight to look at Towell.

"Let's think with both hands, and in addition to listening to his opinion, we should also act ourselves. "From tonight onwards, arrange for fifty people to ambush near the city gates, so that at least we can ensure that we can take the city gate as quickly as possible before escaping, and the rest will be discussed later." ”

After listening to Towell's plan, he clapped his hands gently: "If you want me to say, you should have done this a long time ago......"

While Tóvel and Rocaité had quietly come to an agreement, Vlad III was writing something in his room.

The quill pen was brushed on the parchment, and the undried ink slowly evaporated on the paper, which was annoying in this rainy weather. In order to speed up the drying and to heat the paint, Vlad III placed a small blowtorch made of brass near the paper, and on the holder of the blowtorch, the viscous dark red paint bubbled slightly in the spoon.

The letter was quickly written, and Vlad III inserted the pen back into the inkwell, then picked up the parchment and baked it slightly next to the blowtorch. When the ink was completely dry, he took the ring from his right hand, heated it on the fire, and pressed it to the end of the letter.

After rolling up the letter with the dragon's emblem and sealing it in a bamboo tube and sealing it with fire paint, Vlad III opened the window and released the bat clone.

Looking at the direction in which the letter was gradually moving away, Vlad III narrowed his eyes, now that he knew that Radu was going to do something behind this, he also had to prepare in advance.

"Knowing the conspiracy of the Dragon Clan behind France, then the secret party can no longer remain neutral, Radu, since I have discovered your existence, then don't think that everything will go smoothly. As he spoke, the corners of Vlad III's mouth curled into a grim smile.

It took about three days for the letter to arrive, and it was just the right time for him to take a break and get something good to eat.

A flock of silver bats manor flew out, making no sound on such a rainy day. The window of Vlad III's room was open, and the cool wind blew up the white curtains around the window.

In the dungeons of the Palace of Versailles, the guards walked through the dark corridors with baskets of food.

"It's time to eat, it's time to eat!" the guard screeched as he knocked on the sturdy iron door with a wooden stick. He pushed the food from each of the two cells under the window, and under the iron window there was an iron box that was connected inside and out, which was specially used to deliver food.

"Hurry up and finish eating, it's better not to leave it left, it's hard work to clean your fellows' dog bowls!" said the guard loudly after smashing the wooden stick on the iron door again. For some reason, he always felt that the sound of the iron gate was strange, but that wasn't a reason for him to stay here.

In the more than 100 years since this dungeon was built, no one has been able to escape from it, which is why Edward the Black Prince is so relieved about it.

It wasn't until the guard's footsteps disappeared at the end of the hallway that Cain took out his and Jill's food from the tin box — croissants with French pork chops and green beans as a side dish, which looked pretty good.

"Although it is the highest standard prison in the whole of France, the amount of food is still quite small. Caine sighed, then handed Jill's portion of the food to him, "Eat, it's impossible to be full, but at least it's better than being hungry." ”

Jill took the portion, but didn't eat it, he put the plate on the floor and watched Caine gobble it up. This guy, even if he only has one hand left, the speed of eating is still not affected much, probably because he is a cavalryman, he is used to the feeling of holding a sword in one hand on a horse and stuffing something in his mouth with the other......

"Why don't you eat it? Although it's prison food, it actually tastes okay. Cain finished eating what he was holding, wiped his mouth unsatisfied, looked at Jill who was stunned and said.

"Forget it, I'm not hungry, you can eat my this, I'll go see Lord Joan of Arc. Jill said, handing the plate to Caine, then pushed open the door to his cell.

The head maid had just helped Joan of Arc against the bed, and now she picked up her plate and was about to feed her. I have to say that the standard of the women's prison is a little higher than that of the men's prison, in addition to the luxurious big bed, the food is also better.

The thing on the plate was a beef soup, and the beef was finely chopped, which was specially ordered by the maid's grandmother, and only such food was suitable for Joan of Arc's newly awakened body.

"Lord Jill, you're here. The maid looked at him and said, she was helping Joan of Arc with food, so she didn't get up.

"Mama, I'll come, you can go to dinner. Jill said, taking the plate and cutlery from the hand of the maid's grandmother.

"How can this be done, I'm here to take care of Joan of Arc......" The head maid's face was a little hesitant, she seemed to be not very worried about Jill, afraid that his movements were not meticulous enough to hurt Joande.

"Don't worry, Mama, I'll be careful, and besides, if you are tired, who will take care of you. ”

"This ...... Alright then, be careful, I'll go eat first. Unable to resist Jill's stubbornness, the chief maid sighed, picked up her share of food, and ate it. Even so, her eyes always fell on Joan of Arc, for fear that she would be hurt by something.

Jill scooped a spoonful of the soup with a spoon, blew it and handed it to Joan of Arc's mouth, who lowered her head slightly and sucked the soup into her mouth, chewed it, and swallowed it. Although it was the first time to do this, the cooperation between the two was quite tacit, and half of the plate of meat soup had been fed unconsciously.

After drinking another spoonful ......of the soup, Joan of Arc looked up and said, "It's okay, I'm full, you shouldn't have eaten yet, if you don't mind, you can eat the rest." ”

Jill wiped the juice from the corners of Joan of Arc's mouth with her sleeve, and the maid didn't intend to take it back anyway, it didn't matter what it became: "Please rest assured, I've already eaten, and I'm not hungry now." How do you feel now, does the wound still hurt?"

"The rest of the parts are fine, it still feels so painful here. As he spoke, Joan of Arc pointed to the place where the chest and abdomen met, where the Black Prince Edward struck continuously. Although it was protected by God's arms, the ribs were definitely cracked.

Joan of Arc struggled to sit up, but the wound in her abdomen was touched, and her pretty little face suddenly turned pale. Jill hurriedly put the plate on the floor, helped Joan of Arc, and adjusted the pillow behind her.

"Alright, so be it. Joan of Arc patted Jill's arm and motioned for him to sit down, "I should have had a lot of things happen in the past few days when I passed out, but I didn't expect you to be caught, it seems that we lost quite badly this time." ”

Joan of Arc's eyes were half-open and looked lonely, and Jill tried to comfort her, but didn't know how to speak.

"It's okay, we'll get out. Jill lowered his head, not daring to look directly into Joan of Arc's eyes, "Actually, we haven't lost yet, Lord Torville, Viscount of Bordeaux, has come to the city, as long as we go out and integrate everyone's strength, we will definitely be able to defeat Edward, the Black Prince." ”

Joan of Arc opened her mouth suddenly, as if she wanted to say something, but she finally hesitated and didn't say anything.

"Just wait for your body to recover a little more, and we'll be able to get out of here, trust me. Jill looked up and took Joan of Arc's hand.

Just as Jill was about to say something more, an extremely small voice suddenly came from the corridor. Without the slightest hesitation, Jill let go of Joan of Arc's hand, then closed the cell door and returned to his and Cain's cell.

Cain looked at his panicked figure and was about to ask something, when Jill suddenly covered his mouth: "I'll talk about it later, someone is coming." ”

His mouth was tightly covered, and Cain could only look at Jill with a puzzled look. If his hand hadn't been gripping the plate, I'm afraid he would have started breaking Jill's fingers long ago.

"Trust me. Jill added quietly, then slowly let go of his hand.

Subtle footsteps gradually came from the dark corridor, becoming clearer and clearer, and there was more than one footstep. The leader stood in front of Jill's cell with an ornate and exaggerated spandexter at his waist, smiling.

"Gilles de Ray. Edward, the Black Prince, said in an exaggerated tone, "Yu really underestimated you, I didn't expect you to have such abilities." ”

Hearing this, Jill's heart sank suddenly, "It's over, it's exposed." He said in his heart.

"Captain of the second detachment of the Self-Defense Knights, Yu was really deceived by this bullshit title, but if you think about it carefully, even the head of the regiment is Yu's prisoner, what can you do if you throw yourself into the net?"

"I don't understand what you mean. Jill gritted her teeth, still not going to admit it.

"Don't get me wrong, Yu didn't come here to make it difficult for you, because you didn't deserve it. Edward, the Black Prince, said, pressing his face to the barred window, "Yu has come to tell you the good news, your plan has succeeded, and your companions have rescued Yu from the concentration camp. Yu doesn't know why those guys cooperated with you, but they did it quite simply when you kept Yu in check!"