Vans lay in the dimly lit cell, staring blankly at the magic array above, and his mind began to think about his own life.

Speaking of which, seven is a magical number.

When Vance was very young, he had heard that there were seven people in this world who were exactly the same as himself.

Originally, he thought it was just people's imagination, and he didn't pay too much attention to it.

It wasn't until two months ago that Vance met the woman.

The woman who changed her life, the woman who took herself from hell to heaven and let herself go from heaven to hell.

Because of her, she has changed from a penniless poet to a high-ranking aristocrat with real power. Because of her, she changed from an ordinary Slav to a blood clan.

Despite losing his human identity, Vance has no regrets. Now that life has been decided, what is the effect of regret and chagrin.

What's more, in these two months, Vance has already enjoyed the pleasure of having wealth and power. Whether it's your favorite precious jewelry or a beautiful woman. As long as you want something, everything is at your fingertips.

It's a pity that happiness is always too short-lived.

Squeak!

The door opened, and Vance's thoughts were interrupted. He tried to look up at the people who had come in, but he couldn't move.

Ahem, ahem, ahem····· Ahem·····

"You should be hungry, right?"

A familiar cough, followed by a feminine voice reaching Vance's ears, he knew it was the man who had imprisoned him.

He's right, Vans is indeed hungry, and Vans hasn't sucked blood for a long time. How long exactly. Ten days? or twenty days?

Vance didn't know, but he knew that if he couldn't absorb any more blood, he would die of hunger and thirst. This is also the most feared way for the Bloods to die, more fearful than being burned by the scorching sun.

Vance opened his mouth, but no sound came out of his throat. He wanted to speak, to be precise, to beg for mercy.

He suddenly felt that he hadn't lived enough.

Hehehehe·······

He smiled softly, his tone calm but full of mystery, which was also the most common laugh of the Bloods. Before, Vance had often heard.

"I know what you need. ”

He said to himself, "My people's hunger for blood is above all else, and you have not sucked blood for eighteen days. In three days at most, you'll be hungry and thirsty enough to consume your blood. When the original blood is exhausted, it is the time of your death. ”

Vance struggled desperately, and he wanted to ask why he was being treated like this. I don't know him!

cough cough cough cough ······

The feminine voice continued, "Your life is just beginning and coming to an end, and you are to blame for it. “

Van Si's eyes widened suddenly, and he retorted unconvinced, "Why? You kidnapped me and said it was my fault. ”

His voice paused before continuing, "If it weren't for you, Gust and I wouldn't be hiding like rats in the gutter. Now, almost the entire Bloodline and the Dark Council are looking for us. It's all because of you!"

"Dylan!

Vance desperately tried to refute, he wanted to tell the other party that he was not Dylan. I'm just a stand-in that was found because I looked alike.

But······ He couldn't make a sound.

cough cough cough cough ····· cough cough ······

After a series of coughs, there was a long silence in the cell. Then, there was another crisp sound of footsteps.

"Gust!"

The feminine voice said, "Your injuries are not light, and you need to sleep. ”

Another slightly deep voice replied, "Mensa, you should know that a short slumber will not heal my wounds. ”

"There are three days to go. ”

Mensa's feminine voice suddenly became rapid: "Three days later, it will be the time when his original blood is at its purest. As long as you suck his original blood, your injuries will surely heal soon. ”

Ay!

Gust sighed faintly, and then said slowly: "Even if you recover from your injuries, it is impossible to escape from this continent. They blocked all the ships. ”

"I'm sorry!"

Mensa apologized in a deep voice, "If it weren't for the poor preparation of my plan to kidnap Dylan, you wouldn't have been hurt. ”

Gust shook his head: "This is my responsibility, when I dealt with Vincent, I should have dealt with him with him." I didn't expect that a moment of softness would cause such a big trouble. ”

"You can't be blamed for that. Mensa said, "Who would have thought that a newborn child would be married to the Grand Duke of Osborne." ”

"It's all ...... fate. ”

Meanwhile, Dylan was enjoying a meal.

For Dylan, the first thing he does when he arrives in a city should be a big meal. As a city close to the sea, Harbour City's food is just right for his appetite.

The bar's long tables are filled with a variety of seafood ingredients. That's all the food in the bar, but it's only enough for Dylan's party to eat for one meal.

Not to mention the others, Dylan alone ate thirty-one lobsters of more than six pounds, more than forty brown crabs, a whole tuna, and countless scallops and grilled meats.

Fortunately, the guests of this tavern were kicked out, otherwise Dylan would have been watched as a monster.

Bang!

Dylan threw down his gnawed leg bones and leaned back in his chair with his hands back.

Kewen handed over the handkerchief very doggedly, and then asked softly, "Master, are you satisfied with this meal? If not, I will cut off the chef's head." ”

As he spoke, Cowin pulled out a short knife and glanced at the chef with ill will.

When the chef on the side saw it, his face turned green with fright.

Dylan took the handkerchief and wiped his hands, and scolded with disdain: "If you eat white food, you have to cut off the chef's head, I really haven't seen you so shameless." And ·····"

"There aren't many seafood chefs in the New World, you kill him, where can I find a chef if I want to eat seafood in the future. With that, Dylan picked up another glass of rye and drank it slowly.

"Yes, you're right. Then I won't kill him. Cowen nodded with a smile on his face and put the knife back away.

Hearing that he didn't have to die, the chef secretly wiped the cold sweat from his head, and then glanced at Dylan with gratitude.

He thought to himself, "God willing, are these demons fresh out of prison? How dare they eat at Scott's tavern without paying, and beat away the customers and the guys in the shop." ”

"Don't they know that all the business in this area is under Paul's control?"

Cowen is now in a hurry to present himself at Dylan, where there is time to care what the chef thinks in his heart.

Before, when Paula signed a slave contract for them, they didn't know how powerful it was.

Five days ago, the six of them were so frightened that they fled the woods when they saw the monster. As a result, they were beaten up by Paula, who caught up.

Cowen dared to swear by what little conscience and personality he had left, that kind of pain that went deep into his soul, he would rather die than suffer a second time. Therefore, he has been desperately showing himself in front of Dylan all this time.

Minutes and seconds passed, and Dylan sat from morning to noon. He waited patiently for the person he was waiting for. He believed that as long as the other party wanted to stay in Harbour City, he had to come.

Sure enough·····

Bang!

The gate shattered, and a large group of men with muscles growing to their faces came in scolding. One of the men with two slap prints on his face pointed at Corvin and yelled, "That's them! ”

Dylan turned his head and saw dozens of men clustering around a middle-aged man who looked so ordinary that he couldn't find it on the street.

"This person should be the person I'm looking for. ”

Dylan thought to himself and dropped the glass in his hand. Then, Corvin and Lanzarote walked over with great interest.

"You're Paul!"

Kewen looked at the middle-aged man who was surrounded in the middle, and asked with a grim face: "My respected master has something to ask you, you'd better tell everything you know." Otherwise······"

Whew, whew, whew····· ！

Suddenly, a cyan whirlwind rose from Paul's body, and the whirlwind brought gusts of air around him. He spoke, and his voice echoed through the bar of more than two hundred square meters. Hit the wall with a dull sound.

"Otherwise, what are you going to do with me!"

Paul's face was calm, and his voice seemed confident.

Ever since he came to the New World, Paul has always been so confident.

His self-confidence is not only due to the fact that he has 300 coolies under his command, but also because of the extraordinary power brought by his bloodline.

Seeing Paul's display of strength, the men around him cheered in unison.

"You're dead,. ”

"The boss will screw your heads off. ”

"Boss Paul, kill these ······. ”

Paul waved his hand, and the cheers behind him came to an abrupt end. He said condescendingly: "You can sweep Scott's field, which means that you also have some strength." ”

"If you're willing to compensate Scott's Bar for the damage, and then swear allegiance to me, I'll spare you. Otherwise······"

"Boss Paul!" Scott covered his face and said with a disbelievable face, "They beat me and provoked you, so you just let them go." ”

Paul glanced back at Scott and said indifferently, "Shut up." ”

Paul's tone was not heavy, but Scott was well aware that he was also using this indifferent tone when he killed.

So, Scott chose to keep his mouth shut.

Paul nodded in satisfaction, then said slowly, "I'll give you ten seconds to think about it." If I count to ten and you don't give me a satisfactory answer, then I'll have to break your limbs and give them to Scott. ”

When Scott heard this, a fierce look flashed in his eyes, of course he didn't want the other party to surrender. In his opinion, it is better for the other party to choose to resist, otherwise he has a chance to take revenge.

Scott touched the hot marks on his face, then looked at Cowen and laughed coldly. And the other men also looked at the two with ill-intentioned eyes.