"It's been three days! Uncle Vane, the young master hasn't come out for three days! O'Hara yelled at Vane the butler with a bit of anger on his back.

Mr. Vane rubbed his brow bones with a headache, his spirit and ears had been tormented by Rose O'Hara for the past two days, "Why didn't I find this girl so noisy before?"

"How can the young master eat, he usually eats seven or eight catties of steak and lamb chops every day, as well as vegetables, fruits, desserts, and ice drinks...... Don't talk about him, it's a person who is locked up for three days without eating or drinking! How can you live! ”

"Ahem, I asked Victor a long time ago, and he just said, 'Leave him alone', Victor goes to the basement every day, you don't have to worry too much..."Mr. Vane continued to comfort O'Hara.

"You believe Victor's words!" O'Hara raised her eyebrows, and her high-pitched voice bluffed Vane Steward.

"Victor, that stupid big guy who only has muscles and no brains, he knows a fart! The young master still has to read to me every night, but he says that he won't read to me, and he won't be able to sleep well......"

"I think you can't sleep well...... "Vane butler muttered quietly, continuing to deal with O'Hara, Mr. Butler is really not worried about his young master at all, the whole manor doesn't seem to be worried about James except O'Hara, thinking about what happened that night, until now, Vane is still like a nightmare.

……………………….

Boom Boom!

Victor has been "tormenting" himself even more excessively in the past few days, which is related to the battle that night, he has become more and more aware of how big the gap between himself and James is, and he can't tolerate that he is weaker than James, this obsession seems to be inherent in his genes.

Another reason is that since three days ago, James entered a smaller ashram and sealed the stone door, during which there was an increasingly terrifying aura and vibration, which Victor was very familiar with, and it was a state that he also practiced on the ground every day.

But the amplitude and intensity of the vibrations coming from the stone chamber were many times greater than Victor's own practice, and even completely incomparable.

The rhythmic, like the whispering sound in the throat of a lion tiger, drove the entire underground training space to tremble faintly, and from time to time dust and debris shook down from the top. Several giant lead balls infused with mercury continued to hum, and to this day, even the smallest lead and mercury sphere, Victor could not use all parts of his body to move at will, like James.

Click...... Click...

The sound of tooth-aching bones coming from inside didn't take long to become silent, and what was even more strange was that Victor suddenly couldn't feel James' presence.

The door of the stone chamber shuddered and was slowly pushed open, as if because of the air circulation, Victor smelled James, and he squinted his eyes and stared at the figure slowly walking out of it.

"Ah, Victor, how many days have it been?"

James didn't feel tired from three days of not eating or drinking, his skin looked better, shiny like jade, and there were some stone chips and dust in the basement, but there was no trace of dust on James's body.

Victor ignored James's question, still staring at him, his nose gasping a little short.

Seeing this, James smiled and asked indifferently, "What, you want to fight?" ”

Hum!

Victor didn't respond to the battle for the first time, strode to another area with special equipment, and trained desperately.

It's just two people, but it's so rolled.

James shook his head and walked quickly to the corridor of the underground palace, he hadn't been out for several days, so everyone must have been worried.

……………………

August 1862.

The war in the United States officially began in April last year, but the situation in the Northern Army was not optimistic.

Thanks to the Mexican-American War, the fighting power of the Confederate army was very strong, this is a group of veterans who have just experienced the baptism of war, and the commander of the Southern army is the outstanding military strategist Robert Lee, who formulated a strategy of attacking and defending according to the disparity in strength between the two sides, concentrating forces to find and annihilate the main force of the Northern Army, and forcing the North to sign an alliance under the city.

The North's lack of preparation for war led to the so-called "Great Serpent Plan", which spread its forces on an 8,000-mile-long front, and the passive tactics of the sympathetic slave-owner commander McClelland, which caused the Northern army to suffer one defeat after another.

"If this continues, Lincoln's beard will lose!" O'Hara looked at the newspaper on James' desk and said worriedly.

"It's President Lincoln, don't get used to shouting, if you see him shouting smoothly in the future, then my face will be lost." James tapped O'Hara's little head with the letter in his hand and continued.

"Lincoln's present aim was to restore the unity of the North and the South, and he had not yet made up his mind to abolish slavery completely, fearing that touching the slavery system would push some of the border slave states over the side of the southern rebels, thus losing the border states as an important strategic area."

O'Hara listened as if he didn't understand, and James continued as he wrote the letter: "But this Mr. President is not an indecisive man, he will abolish slavery, this is the choice of the times. ”

With that, James stopped his pen, sealed the envelope, and stamped it with a wax stamp, which was the crest of the Howlett family, a quaint letter H, with some marks like sharp claws.

"Send the letter to Washington."

O'Hara took the envelope, looked at James calmly, ate and smiled, his eyes were full of coquettishness, twisted his waist, and walked out of the study in a red and glamorous manner.

Compared to the Southern army, James was more worried about the creatures in the dungeon.

Hiss... Hiss... Hiss...

A tattered figure was leaning over to hold a rooster, the rooster's paws twitching from time to time, the figure's face buried deep in the rooster's neck, and the mouth sucking from time to time.

Within seconds, the rooster was motionless, and it fell to the ground, piled up with several other animal carcasses like rabbits and mice. Marcus, who used to be a little fat, looked like a dried corpse in the graveyard at the moment, carefully licking the little blood stained on the corner of his mouth.

"Tell me, if there's anything I don't know, think about it again." James sat on the chair, looked at the iron cage as thick as a forearm, and the stench vampire inside, holding a silk scarf in his hand to cover his mouth and nose, and said in disgust.

"Back to my lord! It's gone, it's really gone! I've lived for more than a hundred years, and everything I can write down in my head, I've scooped it up! Marcus was busy pulling the iron cage, half of his gray cheeks were exposed between his long greasy and messy hair, his eyes were red as if they were dripping blood, and the corners of his mouth were drooling, like a hungry stray dog.

Since being caught and locked up, Marcus has been stubborn for a few days at first, even taunting James, claiming that the Ancestor will come to taste his blood. But in the months that followed, Marcus deeply hated why he was a blood clan, and he couldn't even commit suicide......