Chapter 25 The Coming of War

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

  Mr. Wayne rubbed his browbones with some headaches. His spirit and ears have been tortured by Rose O'Hara for the past two days. "I didn't realize this girl was so noisy before..." Wayne complained in his heart.

"The young master is so edible. He usually eats seven to eight catties of steak and lamb chops every day, as well as vegetables, fruits, desserts, and iced drinks...Let's not talk about him, he is locked up alone for three days without eating or drinking! Why? Live on!"

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

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

   "Victor, that stupid big man who only has muscles but no brains, he knows nothing! The young master still reads to me every night, and 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 really didn't worry about his young master at all. It seemed that the whole manor was not worried about James except for O'Hara. Thinking about what happened that night, until now, Wayne still seems like a nightmare.

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   Boom boom boom!

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

Another reason is that since James entered a smaller quiet room three days ago and sealed the stone door, there was an increasingly terrifying breath and vibration. Victor was familiar with the movement, and he also practiced lying on the ground every day. A kind of state, James mentioned, what is called Hubao Leiyin, a very awkward word.

  However, the amplitude and strength of the vibrations emanating from the stone chamber are many times greater than Victor's own practice, and there is no comparison at all.

  The rhythmic sound, like the howling sound from the throat of a lion and tiger, caused the entire underground training space to tremble faintly, and dust and debris shook from the top from time to time. Several giant lead-mercury **** infused with mercury continued to hum. To this day, even for the smallest lead-mercury sphere, Victor cannot use various parts of his body to move freely like James did.

  KaKaKa...KaKa...

   There was a bit of teeth-gritting sound of joints rubbing from inside, and it didn't take long for it to become silent. What's even more strange is that Victor suddenly couldn't feel the presence of James.

  The door of the stone room trembled and was slowly pushed open. It seemed that because of the circulation of the air, Victor smelled James. He squinted his eyes and stared at the figure slowly walking out of it.

   "Ah, Victor, how many days have passed?"

James didn't feel tired like he didn't drink water for three days. His skin looked better, with a jade-like luster. There were some stone chips and dust falling in the basement, but he didn't see any dust on James' body at all. Mark of.

  Victor ignored James' question, and still stared at him, his nose panting a little shortly.

   James smiled when he saw this, and asked nonchalantly, "Why, do you want to fight?"

snort!

  Victor didn’t challenge for the first time, strode to another area where special equipment was placed, and trained recklessly.

  It's just two people, but it's so messed up.

  James shook his head, and quickly walked up the corridor of the underground palace. He hadn't gone out for several days. 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 is not optimistic.

Thanks to the Mexican-American War, the combat effectiveness of the Confederate Army is very strong. This is a group of veterans who have just experienced the baptism of war. The commander of the Southern Army is the outstanding military strategist Robert Lee. The strategy of attacking as defense, concentrating forces to find and annihilate the main force of the Northern Army, forcing the North to sign an alliance under the city.

  The North was insufficiently prepared for the war, and adopted the so-called "Snake Plan" to disperse its forces on an 8,000-mile-long front. In addition, McClelland, a commander sympathetic to slave owners, adopted passive tactics, which frustrated the Northern Army again and again.

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

"It's President Lincoln, don't get used to it. If you see him yelling in the future, I will lose face." James tapped O'Hara's 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 slave 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 listened half-understood, and James continued while writing the letter: "But this Mr. President is not an indecisive person. He will abolish slavery. This is the choice of the times."

   After finishing speaking, James stopped writing, sealed the envelope, and stamped it with a wax seal, which was the family crest of the Howlett family, a quaint letter H, with some scratches like sharp claws on it.

   "Send the letter to Washington."

  O'Hara took the envelope, looked at James holding everything calmly, giggled, eyes full of cuteness, twisted his waist, and walked out of the study bright red.

  Compared to the southern army, James is more worried about the creatures kept in the dungeon.

   hiss... hiss... hiss...

  A tattered, haggard figure was bending over to hold a rooster. The rooster's paws twitched from time to time. The figure's face was deeply buried in the rooster's neck, sucking from time to time.

   Within a few seconds, the rooster remained motionless and fell to the ground, piled up with several other dead animals like rabbits and mice. Marcus, who used to be a bit fat and big, now looks like a mummy blown up in a cemetery, carefully licking a little blood on the corner of his mouth.

"Tell me, what else I don't know, think about it carefully." James sat on the chair, looking at the iron cages as thick as forearms, and the foul-smelling vampire inside, holding a silk scarf in his hand Covering his mouth and nose, he said disgustedly.

"Return to your lord! It's gone, it's really gone! I've lived for more than a hundred years, and I've searched out everything I can remember in my mind!" Marcus hurriedly pulled the iron cage, his greasy and messy long hair Half of his pale, lime-like cheeks were exposed, his eyes were red as if dripping blood, and the corners of his mouth were dripping with saliva, like a stray dog ​​who was extremely hungry.

  Since being caught and locked up, Marcus had been tough for a few days at first, and even taunted James, claiming that the ancestor would come to taste his blood. But in the next few months, Marcus deeply hated why he was a blood race, and he couldn't even commit suicide

  (end of this chapter)