The fifty silver coins were quickly squandered by the life he had spent on drinking, including the portion he had accumulated from the priest over the years, and he had once again gone from being a gentleman in high society to a lowly dog on the streets, but this time not even the priest who gave him bread.

He didn't know, but he knew how to get himself back to that drunken life again.

He approached Edward, the Black Prince, hoping to get the help of the Lord, and the price of this help was only a glass of wine, which was a gift compared to something that trampled on dignity!

Of course he drank the wine, but the smile on the face of the adult made him a little frightened: "Yu appreciates your determination, but there is no such thing as a free lunch in this world, Yu added something to that glass of wine that will free you from your lowly status as a human being, and soon, you will feel like you are burning, and then turn into a ghost wandering between the two worlds......"

The grown-up's soft whisper was like the whisper of the devil, as he had said, and after experiencing the pain of the flames, Christian clearly felt the change in himself, the part of his body that was "human" torn apart, torn to pieces by an irrepressible desire.

His body surged with unprecedented strength, but at the same time, a thirsty sensation spread through his throat, like a burning coal.

"I'm thirsty. The lord sat on his throne and watched him struggle at his feet, a mocking smile on his lips. The red, viscous liquid was sprinkled on the floor in front of him by the adult, exuding an alluring sweetness.

He didn't have time to think about it, he licked the red liquid on the ground like a dog, and the scorching heat that even the ice water could not do anything to do was gradually dissipated in front of this liquid.

"It's like a greedy dog. The lord on the throne said with a smile, but the gap in his eyes was a cold red glow, "Throw what he wants on the ground, and see how he takes the money away......

A hundred silver coins were scattered on the ground at random, glowing in the light. He flattered and hypocritically thanked him, and greedily pounced on the shiny metal, and then, burned like a rat on a blazing flame with a sharp burning pain.

"What's going on?" he held out his burned hand to the coins again, but the end result was the same as last time. He tried every silver coin with no heart, and even the remaining flesh and skin of his ugly hands were burned......

Edward, the black prince on the throne, seemed to have watched a wonderful performance, and actually walked in front of him with a handkerchief wrapped in a silver coin: "It's really a beautiful silver coin, but it is a fatal existence for you now, if greed is guilty, then this is your punishment." ”

He didn't know what Edward the Black Prince meant, just as he didn't know what the red liquid he was licking was, and by the time he knew everything, he was the target of a blood hunt for half of London......

It's nothing to be hunted by blood, the stupid guys don't realize that he's a different species from the vampires, and the ones who only attack in the dark haven't even seen him a few times, but there is a strange man who has forced him to flee from London to France.

He didn't know what that guy's identity was, but that guy was definitely inextricably linked to Bloodhunt. His goal was clear from the beginning, it was for Christian's people, not just the hunt for the Blood Clan's monsters......

In order to avoid the man's pursuit, he gave the first hug to the teenagers who were wandering in the streets at the place where the plague broke out in Bordeaux, and before the first hug, he deliberately blinded one of the men's eyes and broke off three of their fingers. It was also because of this that he was able to turn the man's attention to Bordeaux, and he himself secretly fled to Versailles.

If it weren't for the sudden outbreak of war and that night of the full moon, he would have been able to continue to hide his identity in Versailles. But now it was too late, the nightmarish Black Prince Edward had conquered a small part of France with an absolute advantage, and although the Knights of Joan of Arc had won a brief victory, Christian knew that man was truly terrible!

Joan of Arc thought that the greatest difficulty she faced was the large number of English troops, she was too naïve, if that blood-sucking army came to Versailles, no matter how many human armies there were, they would be slaughtered by that lord!

"For the sake of your resemblance to Elizabeth, I have persuaded you to leave, and if you insist on going against that man, you will end up worse than poor Elizabeth, but what does it have to do with me?" said Christian, smirking self-deprecatingly.

After all, he was just a monster in a cage, and although he wanted to take revenge on the monster sitting on the throne, he couldn't do anything......

"My lord, what do you think of that guy's words?" asked Gil de Ray as he walked to the mansion to the silent Joan of Arc.

Joan of Arc stopped, she looked up at the sun in the sky, the sun shining on her silver forehead, reflecting a dazzling light: "That guy feels very uncomfortable, not just his attitude, but the breath on his body......"

"Breath?" said Jill, a little confused, "do you mean the smell of him? ”

Joan of Arc shook her head, an inexplicable look flashing in her eyes: "The breath I am talking about is not a smell, how to put it, it is more like a feeling." Ordinary people feel completely different from him, just take you for example, the breath on your body is like water, there is a very clear feeling......"

Hearing Joan of Arc say this, Jill's face flushed slightly, but as a knight, he only coughed lightly and didn't say anything else.

"And that guy gives me the feeling...... It's like a muddy thing, and I don't know why it feels this way, but it's certainly not a good sign. Joan of Arc frowned, the bangs that hung down from her forehead were blown by the breeze and brushed across her face.

"Rest assured, no matter what happens, I, Gilles de Ray, will protect you with my life. Jill's right fist landed heavily on the armor on his left chest, making a crisp sound. For knights, the highest etiquette is tantamount to taking an oath with their own lives, and the heart is the source of their life.

"Jill, you're mistaken, that's not what I meant. Joan of Arc pulled the fist he hammered into his left chest and said with a smile, "Whether I am a so-called saint or a regimental leader, what I expect is not for you to give your life for me, if it were not for this war, I would prefer to live in the countryside of Orleans all the time, where life is poor, but there is a peace that wealth cannot match." ”

Joan of Arc said, the expression on her face changed, she had been a sixteen-year-old girl, but now she really showed her feelings, and she seemed to be clearer. It is a very clean beauty, free of impurities, and has a simple splendor like a naturally formed gemstone.

Perhaps that's why she was chosen as a saint.

"My lord, I see what you mean. Jill said dumbfounded, suddenly aware of the kind of affection he had always had for Joan of Arc, and that he did like the holy woman, but only to the extent that he liked it. Although he inherited his father's status as a knight, he was still too bad compared to Joan of Arc.

But today's Joan of Arc briefly revealed her girlish side, or this is what she is, this look of Joan of Arc instantly narrowed the distance between the two identities, making him feel that the prayer he had been hoping for was not a simple fantasy. If this war is over, she should return to that small village of Orleans, then he is not without a chance.

"Rest assured, we will drive these invaders out of France, and by that time, there will be no more bloodshed and sacrifices......" For some reason, Gil felt that his heart was full of strength, even if there were more than 40,000 British troops in the other half of the city of Versailles, he was still full of hope for victory.

"It would be good that you could think so, victory will belong to France, and to our Order. As she spoke, Joan of Arc raised her spear violently, and the banner of "My Lord Protection" fluttered in the breeze, and together with the girl's smile, she brought hope of victory to the soldiers around her.

"Victory will be to France!"

"Victory will be to France!"

"Victory will be to France!"

......

"What a boring slogan, ants are like this, as long as there is a little flame of hope, it will be infinitely magnified in the heart. In the attic on the side of the street, an old but majestic voice came from the gray cloak, and there seemed to be an invisible barrier around him, and even the flow of air was suppressed.

"You're right, but aren't even ants our most important food?" said the handsome young man behind the cloaked old man, chuckling, "Am I right, Father?"

"I like your attitude, but one thing you forgot is that these ants are at best your food, not mine. The old man said, turning around slowly, the blood pupils exposed through the cracks in the cloak shone with a brilliant red glow like molten slurry, "For me, who has embarked on the path of becoming a god, everything in this world can be called my food. ”

Just ordinary gaze, invisible coercion silently covered the entire room, and the ground under the old man's feet seemed to have been eroded by something, slowly turning into black powder and spreading around.