Chapter 33 Parties

July 1, 1863.

The American Union Army and the Confederate Army fought a decisive battle at Gettysburg. The South was defeated, with nearly 30,000 people killed. The initiative in the war was completely transferred to the North, and it became a turning point in the entire Civil War.

"The young master sent a telegram saying that he cannot come to celebrate the victory with you for the time being. He has important matters and needs to return to Edmond first. The victory at Gettysburg almost determined the outcome of the entire war. We will also start the following battles. It won’t be of much use, and the young master will go to Washington to meet with you after he has taken care of his own affairs.” Jack Pitt said to President Lincoln.

"Nothing happened to James! Is he injured?" Lincoln asked eagerly.

Jack smiled, reassured Mr. President, and said relaxedly: "The young master is very good. He has other problems that need to be solved. I don't know the details. Also, the young master asked me to tell you that Adam escaped and he was seriously injured. The injury may take a long time to fully recover, but be careful, it may be doing something secretly."

Lincoln nodded slowly. The war was no longer in suspense, but he still had to guard against the revenge of stubborn enemies and remaining vampires.

"Give my regards to James," Abraham Lincoln said solemnly.

"The help to the Howlett family will be remembered not only by me personally, but also by the entire United States. The history and people of the United States will never forget the hope and support you brought during these cruel years. I can't express my feelings in words. There are no words to express my gratitude and I look forward to meeting Mr. Howlett soon."

Edmond, Ground Floor, Howlett Manor.

"Are you really okay?" James looked at Victor who was devouring his food with strange eyes, and couldn't help but say.

After Victor swallowed the last bite of the steak, he growled in disgust: "What nonsense are you talking about again!" He carelessly picked up the tablecloth on the tray and wiped it a few times, and said bitterly: "The war is not over yet. There are so many battles to fight, but you have to run back now! You want to come back to accompany your woman, why are you dragging me along!"

"You were bitten." James stared at Victor seriously, carefully looking at the whites of his eyes and skin.

"I've been bitten so many times!"

"Adam is different."

"Hey!" Victor sneered disdainfully and continued: "So you locked me underground and sealed the stone door?"

James put away the tableware that Victor had used up rather apologetically, and said softly: "I'm not locking you up, this is a kind of isolation. For the safety of you and everyone in the manor."

"Ha! Who knows what nonsense you are talking about." Victor cursed in a rough voice. He strode to the clear pool nearby, grabbed a bucket and filled it with gurgling gurgling.

After that night's battle, Adam managed to escape with his whole body broken. Judging from his condition at the time, such injuries could no longer be easily recovered by the vampire's self-healing ability.

After seeing Victor being bitten, James was extremely worried that his body and mind would undergo unpredictable changes.

He forcibly brought Victor back without any explanation, and fought several times fiercely. Victor, who was beaten several times until he was about to die, finally couldn't resist him and returned to the manor, where he stayed underground for many days.

What surprised James was that there was nothing strange about Victor. He also asked Marcus, the vampire imprisoned in the dungeon, about the process of transforming into a vampire after being bitten. But Victor has neither an aversion to normal food nor an extreme thirst for blood. There are no changes in the physical characteristics. There are no blood-red eyes, sharp teeth and nails. The teeth and nails have always been there.

He looked at the extra claw marks and torn steel training equipment everywhere in the training room. He couldn't help but sigh, and said as if he was relaxed: "It should be fine. You can go."

Victor looked at James in surprise, hummed a few times, and strode away. Victor, who turned his back, had a flash of red light in his eyes.

"Jack! Come! Where is O'Hara? O'Hara! Where did this girl go?" The housekeeper Wayne held a telegram in his hand and hurriedly put on his gold-rimmed glasses. Anxious shouts to Jack Pitt and O'Hara.

"Jack, organize your manpower now and send Lauren and Chris to Victoria Harbor O'Hara in Vancouver!"

"Come on, come on, Uncle Wayne." O'Hara yawned. James no longer needs O'Hara's care in his daily life. This is mainly because of his unusual sleeping habits and the fact that he often trains underground in the manor. Because of this, O'Hara is getting up later and later.

"Where is the young master? Go and invite the young master!" Mr. Wayne said to O'Hara angrily. Looking at her curious eyes with her head tilted, she said seriously: "There is news from Daniel."

James looked at the telegram in his hand from the British Resource Port in Kenya, Africa. The content of the telegram was not long, but he read it carefully for a long time. He raised his head and asked Butler Wayne: "Have people been sent to Victoria Harbor?"

"Yes, when I saw the telegram, I arranged for Jack to take the people there."

James thought for a while and said somewhat seriously: "That's not enough. Say hello to the Governor's Mansion, ask the British government to send a letter, send local personnel to protect them, and then send a telegram to the White House, directly to the White House in my name. Mr. Lincoln asked for help, asking the U.S. government to strengthen contact with relevant local government organizations in Kenya through diplomatic channels, and if Washington has local resources in Africa, ask them to send people to escort Daniel."

After hearing this, Butler Wayne quickly left the room. James glanced at O'Hara on the side and said to himself: "There is no room for error on Mr. Daniel's return trip."

Mrs. Elizabeth has been in good health over the years, but her mental state has been up and down. She has just turned fifty. As the old lady of the Howlett family, she should have been attending aristocratic banquets and high-ranking officials every day. At the social party, but she has been living in seclusion for many years, and many outsiders don't even know that Mr. James Howlett's mother is still alive.

The Howlett family is one of the largest manor owners in Canada. Since James laid out industry, manufacturing, real estate and minerals in North America, and took advantage of the Civil War to rise vigorously, this colonial land started with William Howlett. The wealthy family has become a giant that spans North America.

But this is the most noble lady of such a family, but she only often goes to churches and orphanages to do charity. And when she was not in good spirits, she could only rely on a few maids to serve her and stay in a room.

Lady Elizabeth no longer lives with James and the others in the original old house on the manor. James built a separate house for her on the side of the newly expanded manor castle a few years ago. Since leaving the old house, her mood has become much more stable. .

It's raining heavily tonight. She hates rainy nights. It reminds her of bad things.

Elizabeth lay awake for a long time, tossing and turning on the velvet four-poster bed. She faintly heard some noises from the floor-to-ceiling windows on the balcony. She was worried that the maid had not closed the window properly, so she lifted the corner of the quilt and looked sideways.

An overly tall giant, as if his head was about to touch the ceiling, stood on the balcony. He stepped into the room with one foot. He was wearing a coat, and the rain soaked his messy long hair, and it dripped down from his body.

Boom! Crack!

A bolt of lightning flashed across, and the light illuminated the giant for a moment. It was Victor.