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"Three days! Uncle Wayne, the young master hasn't come out for three days!" O'Hara shouted at the housekeeper Wayne with his hands on his hips in a somewhat frustrated tone.

Mr. Wayne rubbed his browbones with a headache. In the past two days, his spirit and ears had been tortured by Rose O'Hara. "Why didn't I notice that this girl was so noisy before..." Wayne complained in his heart.

"Young Master is such an eater. He usually eats seven or eight pounds of steak and lamb chops every day, as well as vegetables, fruits, desserts, ice drinks... Don't talk about him, he's been locked up for three days without eating or drinking! How can you survive!"

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

"You believe what Victor said!" O'Hara raised his eyebrows, and his high-pitched voice made Butler Wayne jump.

"Victor, that stupid guy who only has muscles but no brains, he knows nothing! The young master still wants to read to me every night, but he says he won't read to me, and he can't sleep well..."

"I think you can't sleep well..." Butler Wayne muttered in a low voice and continued to deal with O'Hara. Mr. Butler was really not worried about his young master at all. The entire manor seemed not to worry about James except O'Hara. , Thinking about what happened that night, Wayne still feels like a nightmare.

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Boom boom boom!

Victor has "tortured" himself even more excessively in the past few days. This is related to the battle that night. He has become more and more aware of how big the gap between himself and James is. He cannot tolerate being weaker than James. This obsession seems to be in his genes. Inherent in general.

Another reason is that since three days ago, James entered a smaller quiet room and sealed the stone door, increasingly terrifying breaths and vibrations came out of it. Victor was familiar with those sounds, as he also practiced lying on the ground every day. A state of being, James once mentioned, is called tiger leopard thunder sound, which is a very difficult word to pronounce.

But the amplitude and intensity of the vibrations coming from the stone chamber were many times beyond what Victor had practiced himself, and were even completely incomparable.

Those rhythmic sounds, like the low roar in the throat of a liger, caused the entire underground training space to tremble faintly, and dust and debris fell from the top from time to time.

Several giant lead balls filled with mercury kept humming. To this day, even the smallest lead-mercury ball cannot be moved freely by Victor like James with various parts of his body.

Kakaka...kaka...

The grinding sound of the bones that made people feel a little bit sore came from inside, and it became quiet after a short time. What was even more strange was that Victor suddenly couldn't feel James' presence anymore.

The door of the stone room trembled and was slowly pushed open. It seemed that due to the circulation of air, Victor smelled James' scent. He squinted his eyes and stared at the figure slowly walking out from inside.

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

James didn't feel tired at all from not having enough food or water for three days. His skin looked better, as shiny as jade. There were some stone chips and dust falling constantly in the basement, but there was no dust on James' body at all. Mark of.

Victor ignored James' question and still stared at him, breathing a little faster through his nose.

Seeing this, James smiled and asked nonchalantly: "What, do you want to have a fight?"

snort!

For the first time, Victor did not accept the challenge, strode towards another area with special equipment, and started training desperately.

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

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

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August 1862.

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

Thanks to the Mexican-American War, the Confederate Army's combat effectiveness was very strong. This was a group of veterans who had just experienced the baptism of war. The commander of the Southern Army was the outstanding military strategist Robert E. Lee. Based on the disparity in strength between the two sides, he formulated the following plan: The strategy of offense as defense focused on finding and annihilating the main force of the Northern Army, forcing the North to sign an alliance under the city walls.

The North was ill-prepared for the war and adopted the so-called "Serpent Plan", which dispersed its troops on an 8,000-mile front. Coupled with the passive tactics adopted by Commander McClelland, who was sympathetic to slave owners, the Northern Army suffered successive setbacks.

"If this continues, Lincoln's bearded man is going to lose!" O'Hara looked at the newspaper on James' table and said worriedly.

"It's President Lincoln, don't get used to shouting. If you see him and shout in the future, I will lose face." James tapped O'Hara's little head with the letter in his hand and continued. .

"Lincoln's current goal is to restore the unity of the North and the South. He has not yet made up his mind to completely abolish slavery. He is worried that touching the slavery system will push some border slave states to the side of the southern rebels, thus losing the important strategic area of ​​the border states."

O'Hara seemed to understand. James continued to write the letter while continuing: "But this Mr. President is not an indecisive person. He will abolish slavery. This is the choice of the times."

After saying that, James stopped writing, packed the envelope, and stamped it with a wax seal. The seal was the crest of the Howlett family, a simple letter H with some marks like sharp claws on it.

"Send the letter to Washington."

O'Hara took the envelope, looked at James taking everything calmly, chuckled, his eyes full of innocence, twisted his waist, and walked out of the study in a bright red color.

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

Hiss... hiss... hiss...

A shabby and haggard figure was leaning over and hugging a rooster. The rooster's claws twitched from time to time. The figure's face was buried deeply in the rooster's neck, and its mouth made sucking sounds from time to time.

Within a few seconds, the rooster became motionless and fell to the ground, piled together with several other animal carcasses like rabbits and mice. Marcus, the once fat vampire master, now looked like a mummy exploded in a graveyard, carefully licking a little blood stained at the corner of his mouth.

"Tell me, is there anything else I don't know? Think about it carefully." James sat on the chair, looking at the iron cages as thick as his forearms and the foul-smelling vampires inside, holding a silk scarf in his hand. Covering his mouth and nose, he said in disgust.

"Come back to me, sir! It's gone, it's really gone! I have lived for more than a hundred years, and everything I can remember in my mind has been wiped out!" Marcus hurriedly pulled at the iron cage, his greasy and messy long hair Half of his pale, lime-colored cheeks were revealed, his eyes were red as if they were dripping blood, and there was saliva at the corners of his mouth, like a very hungry stray dog.

After being caught and locked up, Marcus remained stubborn for a few days at first, and even taunted James, claiming that the First Ancestor would come to taste his blood. But in the following few months, Marcus deeply resented why he was a vampire and couldn't even commit suicide.