The Lich of Glory Knight Spirit: Moving towards Krimasha!-Chapter 295 - 36: The Lord (4)_2

"Oh, really?" Jones thought for a moment, then suddenly asked, "So, Richie sent you to find me just to tell me these things?"

"Richie sent me to see how you were doing, to greet you."

"Thank him for me."

"Also, he asked me when you were planning to come back, the great battle is imminent, aren’t you going to follow the Holy Knight on the expedition?"

"Um..." Jones looked around, shrugged his shoulders, and smiled helplessly, "You see, I have many things to do here right now, I can’t leave for the time being. Plus... don’t you think it doesn’t matter whether I go on the expedition or not? I won’t be of any help anyway."

While speaking, he wiped his face with a towel. Because the towel was already gray, wiping his face didn’t make it any cleaner.

"But you have a certain representative significance," Delia said, "You are the Holy Knight’s nominal adopted son, you can play a role in the army that others can’t."

"Maybe." Jones smiled with pursed lips and didn’t speak again.

*Is it useful? The Lich Army doesn’t even know he exists. He painstakingly memorized the names of the liches, but only he knows them, they don’t know him. The last letter asking for help proved it.*

*In front of these Great Liches, he was just an absolute nobody.*

The two remained silent.

The Hydra suddenly peeked half of its head out from the castle and said quietly, "Little bat, have you got a friend visiting? Why not introduce them to me?"

"Hydra!" Delia shrieked and retreated a few steps, taking a defensive stance.

"Hey! Calm down! Calm down!" Jones immediately stood up, gesturing with his hands for Delia to stay calm, "This is my friend, and you are also my friend."

"You made friends with Hydra?"

"Is there a problem with the Blood Clan making friends with Hydra?"

After a moment of tension, Delia seemed to agree with Jones, and slowly descended from mid-air, although her eyes kept glancing warily in Hydra’s direction.

"Relax, she really is my friend." Helplessly, Jones emphasized again.

"I didn’t doubt she was your friend, I just... just..." Delia couldn’t say anything more, finally saying, "If you don’t want to come back for now, I’ll relay your words to Richie."

"Alright, please tell him. Tell Richie that I’m not important, he is. I’m just adopted; he is Gray’s biological son. He can do much more than I can."

"Okay, I’ll tell him." Delia collected herself, gave a courtesy gesture to Jones, then spread her wings and flew away. In an instant, she had disappeared into the night sky.

Only when Delia completely disappeared did Jones slowly exhale and sit back down. He looked down and continued to gently wipe the newly crafted Hydra emblem on the barrel.

"Little bat, your friend there is not as interesting as the last one. And they don’t seem very friendly." Hydra said.

"It’s alright, maybe it will be okay over time? You know, she’s an Angel. Instinct always exists."

"Why do you make friends with both liches and Angels?"

"Actually, I also make friends with demons, elves, dwarves, and Hydra."

"Really?"

"Yes, although I don’t know if they consider me a friend." Jones shrugged, looked down, and gently blew on the emblem, then continued to wipe it vigorously with a towel.

"I consider you a friend, I believe you will become a great Blood Clan Lord."

"Thank you, ma’am. Maybe I am only important here. I should stay where I am truly needed."

Through the window, Hydra quietly watched Jones at the castle gate.

Dora also stood silently by, watching him.

After a while, Jones raised the Hydra emblem in his hand, squinting at it in the moonlight.

He licked his lips and admired it, "Perfect! I will plant the Hydra flag in every corner of the world. Oh no, I should say, I will make Giant Snake City famous throughout the continent. Then, I won’t have to run to Hilde every day. I can squat in my own castle and count money daily."

"This is my castle," Hydra emphasized.

"Alright, ma’am. I know, ma’am. But I believe you won’t mind giving it to me then. I will build a bigger castle next to it for you." Jones teased Hydra and laughed.

Hydra also laughed, "Well, if that’s the case, then it’s acceptable."

Dora sighed lightly beside them, smiling with relief.

...

"What? You said you couldn’t contact Adolf?"

"Yes, I couldn’t contact him. He usually comes by every few days, but he hasn’t shown up lately."

"What about the refinery?"

"The project can still start, he has provided enough funds."

"What about the profits? Doesn’t he even look at them?"

"Uh... I can’t answer that. The most important thing is that I can’t contact him. The innkeeper says he hasn’t shown up for many days."

Patia helplessly shrugged.

Jones frowned and stood quietly.

"You can write a letter and leave it with me. If he comes, I’ll tell him you are looking for him."

"No, give me the address where he used to live."

"I’ve gone there several times already."

"Give me the address."

"Alright..."

Helplessly, Patia could only lower her head and write the address of the inn where Adolf lived on paper, then handed it to Jones.

"If he comes by, tell him I’m looking for him."

"I will."

Holding the note, Jones left Hilde Chamber of Commerce.

*An invested partner who suddenly disappears would probably make any Blood Clan happy to the point of laughing in their sleep. It means you can do whatever you want, all profits going into your own pocket. What’s better than that?*

*However, Jones couldn’t think that way.* ƒгeewёbnovel.com

*Could something bad have happened to him? I have many things to discuss with him, especially the dwarf issue. I can’t just decide to emancipate the slaves without explaining everything to him. That’s not what someone receiving help should do.*

Jones soon arrived at the inn where Adolf previously stayed.

"Adolf, sir?" The goblin innkeeper looked up at Jones. Although Jones was short, the goblin innkeeper was even shorter.

"Yes, I want to find him, I heard he stayed here?"

"Actually, he’s still staying here. He’s paid for the room; it’s kept for him. He just hasn’t returned. If not for a bunch of people breaking into the room, I wouldn’t even know he wasn’t inside."

"Do you know where I can find him?"

"From what I just said you should know I don’t know anything about him."

"Alright, if he comes back, let him know I’m looking for him. I’m Jones." Jones said, turning to leave.

"Wait, what did you say your name was?" The goblin innkeeper hurriedly called Jones back.

"I’m Jones." Jones turned around.

"Full name."

"Jones Dracula. Why?"

The goblin innkeeper looked Jones up and down, muttering to himself, "Silver hair, seventy-something Blood Clan, Jones Dracula. Hmm, that’s right! Please wait here a moment!"

Turning, the goblin innkeeper went into a room and brought back a thick envelope, handing it to Jones.

"What’s this?"

"I don’t know either. Adolf ordered me to give this to you if you came."

...

Outside the inn, a group of Blood Clan wrapped in black cloaks gathered in a small alley. One of them, using magic to eavesdrop, smiled slowly, "I knew that goblin was hiding something!"