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

Mr. Vane rubbed his eyebrows 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..." Vane complained in his heart.

"Young Master is such a good eater. He usually eats seven or eight pounds of steak and lamb chops every day, as well as vegetables, fruits, desserts, and iced 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 big guy who only has muscles but no brains, he knows nothing! The young master still wants to read to me every night. He says he won't read to me and he can't sleep well..."

"I think you can't sleep well..." Butler Wayne muttered under his breath 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 be worried except for O'Hara.

James, 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.

Inherently general.

Another reason is that since three days ago, James entered a smaller quiet room and sealed the stone door, more and more terrifying breaths and vibrations came from it. Victor was familiar with that sound, 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.

However, the amplitude and intensity of the vibrations emitted from the stone chamber were many times greater than 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. From time to time, dust and debris fell from the top. Several giant shot balls filled with mercury continued to buzz.

Ming, to this day, even the smallest sphere of lead and mercury, Victor cannot move freely with all parts of his body like James.

Kakaka...kaka...

The grinding sound of the bones that made people feel a little bit sour came from inside, and it became silent 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 of it.

"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.

traces of.

Victor ignored James' question and still stared at him, breathing a little quickly 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 to 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:

An offense-defense strategy focused on annihilating the main force of the Northern Army and 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 along 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 calling him. If you see him and say something right in the future, I will be completely embarrassed." James tapped O'Hara's little head with the letter in his hand and continued.

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"Lincoln's current purpose 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 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 were full of innocence, twisted his waist, and walked out of the study with a bright red face.

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

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

A tattered and withered 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 sucking sounds were made from time to time in its mouth.

Within a few seconds, the rooster became motionless and fell to the ground, piled together with the carcasses of several other rabbit- and mouse-like animals. Marcus, the vampire master who was once fat and fat, now looked like he had exploded in a cemetery.

He looked like a mummy and carefully licked the 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, pale cheeks were exposed, 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 was still stubborn for a few days at first, and even taunted James, claiming that the ancestor would come to taste his blood. But in the following months, Marcus deeply hated himself
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