The Lich of Glory Knight Spirit: Moving towards Krimasha!-Chapter 234 - 06: Jones’s Marriage (4)

All members of the Blood Clan were born with the ability to fly. Of course, it wasn’t through flight magic, but by transforming into bats. Even the lower-tier Blood Clan members possessed this ability.

However, in their flying form, their stamina would be greatly reduced, dropping to about 10% of their usual strength. This meant their combat power would be less than 50%. After all, the Blood Clan and Liches were two fundamentally different species.

Liches were purely magical creatures, with their bones merely serving as a medium. Their true form was a mass of magic power.

In contrast, the Blood Clan were beings of flesh and blood, considered only semi-magical creatures. And even then, only slightly. The higher and stronger members of the Blood Clan not only had potent magic power but, more importantly, they possessed powerful bodies. This strength naturally increased over time, having no direct correlation with one’s personal diligence, but rather being linked to talent and age.

Essentially, the Blood Clan were magic warriors. Compared to Liches, they were more suited to be Knights. That is, if you could overlook their inherent laziness and fear of bright forces, as well as their dark tendencies in character.

Of course, we all knew that this was impossible to overlook.

Leaving the birthday party, Jones and Dora transformed into bats and flapped their wings through the wind and snow, flying back home.

On the Kolin Peninsula, Blood Clan members lived relatively close to each other, so the distance wasn’t far. Before midnight, Jones had already returned to his own home.

As soon as they landed, with the wind and snow still howling, Jones turned his back to Dora and whispered, "Don’t let anyone know about what just happened."

"But Dora thinks that Lord and Lady will definitely find out, since so many people saw," Dora muttered softly.

"Then let them hear it from others first. At least I can have a few days of peace."

"Lord Jones, do you think the Earl will blame you?"

"What do you think?"

"But you were so handsome just now; you didn’t disgrace him at all."

"I hope he thinks so too."

The Dracula Family also had family rules, one of which was that one must enter through the main door. So, Jones landed at the same spot as when he left, at the large iron gate one kilometer from the castle. Once through the gate, he walked step by step towards the castle, braving the wind and snow.

The two small figures stepped through the knee-deep snow slowly. If one didn’t know they were members of the Blood Clan, the scene would indeed seem incredibly difficult. After all, a small amount of falling snow from any random tree could bury them.

After quite a while, the two finally reached the castle gate and rang the bell.

"Open up, I’m back!"

The Zombie Guard, with half of his face showing bone, looked through a small hole before opening the door.

"Young master, the Earl wants you to meet him in the study on the third floor when you get back."

"Why? Is something up?" Jones asked, handing his cloak to him.

"I don’t know," the Zombie Guard said, as he took the cloak and hung it on a nearby coat rack.

Jones brushed the snow off himself and started to walk in. Just as he was stepping in, he paused, then stepped back.

"Before I returned... did anyone come by?"

The Zombie Guard’s eyes flickered, and he nodded.

"From where I came back from?"

The Zombie Guard, looking troubled, nodded again.

Jones gasped, his expression darkening, "That guy... can’t fight, but he’s quick to tattle."

"What do we do?" Dora was getting anxious.

"What can we do? It’s not the first time we’ve been tattled on," Jones replied expressionlessly.

...

The flames on the trident candelabrum burned quietly, illuminating the entire study.

Count Dracula frowned as he looked at Jones.

Jones remained expressionless, adopting an air of indifference.

Taking a deep breath, Count Dracula said softly, "Did you apologize to Susan?"

"I did."

"Did she forgive you?"

"She didn’t say, but Aunt forgave me."

"What did your aunt say?"

"She told me to stay away from Susan."

"Is that forgiveness?"

"That’s what she said."

Count Dracula took a deep breath and continued, "Did you hit your cousin Bailey?"

"Yes, he provoked me first."

"But I heard you initiated the duel challenge."

Jones stared expressionlessly at Count Dracula, the two silently facing each other.

"Did you win?"

Jones nodded.

"How did you win?"

"He tripped."

"Tripped?" Count Dracula looked puzzled.

"Yes, he couldn’t stand properly, not my fault," Jones replied emotionlessly, "Do I need to apologize to him?"

"No need. Although you initiated the duel challenge, he accepted it. It’s not entirely your fault. However, next time, consider each other’s strength before issuing a duel challenge. Since his magic power is much stronger than yours, if you had lost, we would have been the ones tattling, and that’s not honorable."

"Understood, Father."

"I can imagine what he did; he probably used your beliefs against you. So, I forgive you. But don’t let your mother know, she disapproves of fighting. It’s quite vulgar."

"Alright, Father."

"Also, think about what gift to prepare for Susan. I’ll find an opportunity to take you to apologize in person over the next few days."

"A gift?"

"If you can’t think of anything, ask your mother what girls like."

"Understood, Father. May I leave now, Father?"

"Go ahead."

As he walked out of the study, Jones let out a slow, deep breath.

"How did it go?" Dora asked anxiously.

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