Chapter 13 Chapter Twelve

My vision was blurred by Vlad's tears, and my heart was racing with the intensity of his emotions. "So," I asked Morpheus, "his adoptive father died in Belgrade?" Murphys nodded sadly: "But he didn't die in the war. The Battle of Belgrade was the most outstanding battle in Hunyadi's life. In less than a month, he fought alone and defeated nearly 100,000 Turkish soldiers. The Great Army, fabulously devastated the Ottoman Empire. But then he unfortunately caught the plague in the barracks and died a few days later." "So what is D doing?" I asked.

"Do you want to continue watching?" he asked me. I nodded. Morpheus disappeared again, and a star appeared before my eyes. A bright comet suddenly rose from the distant horizon like a golden flame, dragging its long tail to illuminate the entire summer night sky. In June 1456, the comet's later name, Edmund Halley, had not yet been born.People don't know what this peculiar celestial phenomenon represents, and astrologers and fortune-tellers just regard it as a symbol of bad luck.Such as the Turkish Sultan Mehmet's invasion of Belgrade, and the death of the Hungarian commander-in-chief, the great and ever-victorious general Hunyadi.

But some people regard it as a good omen.For the Normans, Attila the Hun was defeated on the plains of Catalonia at the moment when the same comet lit up the sky; Obtained the British throne. Dracula had the same idea.Yes, now he publicly proclaims himself Dracula, Son of the Dragon.He regards this comet as his lucky star.He returned to his homeland with a banner covered with black dragons, and almost at the same time as his adoptive father Hunyadi was fighting against the Turks, he led his troops into Wallachia. Eight years ago, here, in the same palace, he had been thrown from the throne by the Hungarians; but now he had won their support.

He is back. The person who sat on the throne was still Vladislav II of the Danisti family.It was he who killed Dracula's father when he usurped the throne.When Dracula arrived, he tried to draw his sword to compete with the new Grand Duke, but he was killed by the opponent's sword before he recovered his senses. Dracula slowly inserted the long sword that once belonged to his father into the scabbard.Sitting on the high throne of Wallachia, he crossed his fists and propped his chin. With a pair of cold gray eyes, he quietly looked at the blood-soaked ground under his feet. At last he was king of Wallachia again.

But that's not all he wanted. "What else do you want? My dragon knight?" I looked at D sitting on the throne, and said softly to myself. The shouts of killing outside have faded, and the soldiers he brought from Hungary are cleaning up the last few remnants in the city who do not want to surrender.He was resting, but suddenly opened his eyes. He rose from his throne, descended the steps, and drew his sword with a clang in the silence of the great hall.The doors and long windows were tightly shut.But his vigilant eyes were not looking at the doors and windows. He stared wide-eyed at the transparent air in front of him.

He held his breath, but there was still no sound around him.Sweat dripped from the tip of his nose. "Can you hear me?" I said hesitantly, still unable to believe what I saw.Then I suddenly remembered that in the Field of Joy, when we met for the first time, he and Odile from six hundred years ago heard my voice at the same time. D immediately turned his head to me.My heart almost jumped out.But before I could continue, there was the sound of footsteps on the pillar behind me. A girl in black came out from behind the pillar.Although no one knows how she appeared out of thin air.

Because she, like me, belongs to another world. "Why are you here?" D stared at the person in disbelief, his arm holding the sword was shaking.He quickly scanned the surroundings with his eyes, making sure that there was no third person in the hall at the moment. "To congratulate you on becoming Grand Duke of Wallachia." The girl blinked. Years passed and D had grown up by several years, but the girl hadn't changed in any way.She was still wearing a black skirt, and her feet were still bare under the skirt. D looked at the door nervously, and then locked his eyes back on the other party: "How did you get in?"

The girl stuck out her tongue and made a grimace: "I will come to your world as you came to my world. It's as simple as that." "You shouldn't be here!" D lowered his voice and roared. "What are you afraid of?" The girl took a step closer, showing a wicked smile, "Afraid that your subjects will know your deal with the devil?" "I have nothing to do with you, or with any other demon." D replied immediately. "Then what are you still afraid of?" The girl smiled, "Today is your big day, and I'm just an ordinary onlooker. If you don't like me here," she glanced at the two closed doors "Then I'll go out."

The voices of the guards outside the door can be heard clearly, and they are still patrolling the palace competently.The girl walked towards the door. "Don't!" D stepped forward and grabbed the girl's hand, "Don't go out!" The girl turned around and approached his arms: "You don't want me to go now?" D took a deep breath.A scent like musk or orchid floated into his nose.He was dizzy and let go of his hand immediately. "What exactly do you want?" He frowned, looking at the girl in his arms. "I will be your princess." My jaw almost dropped.I don't know what she—I mean, what I was thinking six hundred years ago.And D's expression is equally confused.

"You're crazy." He only said these three words, but the arm holding the sword hung down. "Can you?" The girl blinked hopefully, waiting. "Can't." "I set fire to your new palace." "Please." D glanced around again. In this extremely simple hall, except for a wooden chair with a carved back and a dome, everything was almost empty. "I'll burn all of Wallachia too." D looks at her. "Just do me a favor," he said, "if you would burn the Turks and their Sultan Muhammad by the way, I would be grateful."

The girl pursed her thin lips.She looks at D for a moment. "Okay," she said finally, "I need your help." D couldn't hide his surprise, he raised one eyebrow. "I don't want to go back just yet," she said, biting her lip. "I mean just now. But I don't have anywhere else to go." D made a gesture to ask the other party to continue. "I don't trust goblins. I don't know anyone else. Except you," said the girl. "I don't think we're friends." "We are not." The girl nodded, "but I don't think you will leave someone who asks you for help. Because you are a dragon knight." She looked at him, emphasizing the last three words. "That's why I should kill you!" D tightened his grip on his sword. "You won't," the girl shook her head. "First, I never made a move. Second, I saved you before." D sighed and put away his sword: "So, your plan is to stay with me." "I want you to marry me." The girl said solemnly, "I want to be the princess of Wallachia. Because the brightest place is the best cover." "What if I don't agree?" The girl narrowed her eyes: "Do you have someone you like?" "I don't," D replied, "I just don't like the offer." "Don't be nervous, our marriage is of course only a formality," said the girl. "You can choose a Wallachian girl, a Hungarian girl, or a Turkish girl. I think they would be very willing to give a rich girl The prestigious young Grand Duke has bastard heirs and all." D took a deep breath. "I'm not worried about that." He looked at each other, "You're a devil." "I will make it so that it behaves like a human being." The girl said immediately. "What exactly are you running from?" D asked, frowning. "Fleeing marriage." Odell raised her head, and met his eyes with a pair of bright orange pupils.