The Lich of Glory Knight Spirit: Moving towards Krimasha!-Chapter 272 - 24: Susan Comes Again_2

Jones quickly walked back to his room with Dora, closing the door with a "bang".

Dora lowered her head, cautiously looking at Jones.

"Don’t worry, this matter is easy to resolve. I just need to write a letter to Adelle, telling him to pretend the castle is his, and everything will be resolved."

"How will we deal with the Hydra?" Dora asked softly, "There is a Hydra in the castle, it’s too obvious. It can’t be hidden. And the Hydra doesn’t seem like it will cooperate with us."

"Well... if the castle isn’t mine, then the Hydra definitely wouldn’t be mine either. Although the Hydra was never mine." Jones chuckled and spread his hands, "Let’s leave this issue to Adelle to explain. The key is that Father definitely wouldn’t go to ask him. Ha, I’ve suddenly realized how useful Adelle is; he can cover for me, take the blame, and help me hide secrets. If something can’t be explained, we just don’t explain it. Perfect! I’m truly a genius!"

"Is it really that simple?" Dora’s face showed concern.

Just as Jones was marveling at his cleverness, a knock on the door suddenly came.

Jones jumped in surprise; his excitement turned into fright in an instant. He shrank to the side, staring fearfully at the closed door.

Dora also widened her eyes.

"Cousin, it’s me." The voice outside the door was Susan’s.

Dora’s eyes grew even wider.

Jones coughed twice and asked, "What do you want?"

"Nothing much, just want to chat."

"Sorry, I’m about to rest."

"Open the door, I won’t disturb you for long."

"No."

"If you don’t, I’ll tell Uncle and Aunt you molested me again."

"I didn’t even open the door; don’t be too unreasonable!"

"Open the door." The voice outside was cold and full of provocation.

Jones inside was furious, his eyes bulging.

Susan outside already had her hands on her hips, ready to fight.

Both of them seemed to be in a standoff; Dora was getting nervous.

After a brief silence, Jones ultimately let out a slow breath and reluctantly opened the door.

Susan, wearing an orange-yellow dress, tilted her head, smiling at Jones.

Jones stared at her with hostility.

"So, what do you want to say?"

"Not inviting me in?"

"Do you want to come in to frame me more conveniently?"

"If I want to frame you, I can do it here." With that, Susan raised her eyebrows and reached out to push Jones.

Jones quickly retreated a step in fear, and Susan smoothly walked into his room. She looked around and then went to Jones’s desk and sat down, tilting her head and smiling at Jones.

Dora stood aside, head down, not daring to speak.

*Jones felt like his lungs were about to explode.*

*This person, being wicked is one thing, but coming here so smugly to provoke as well?*

Jones took a deep breath and said, "Say what you want to say."

Susan stroked her hair and spoke softly, "Actually, it’s nothing much. I just thought we should chat. I heard your adoptive father is a Lich?"

"You knew that long ago."

"But I didn’t know he was the Lich King."

"Oh, so what?"

"The Lich King seems quite powerful, the king of all Liches?"

"Yes, so what?"

"So I think our marriage proposal can still be considered."

Jones showed an extremely disgusted expression, "Oh, really? I think my marriage proposal has nothing to do with being the Lich King’s adoptive son."

"Why do you think it has no relation?"

"Isn’t marriage about love? We have no love between us, and we never will."

"Love?" Susan laughed, "Did you read too many fairy tales? Haven’t you outgrown putting faith in fairy tales?"

Jones’s face turned uglier, his eyes bulging.

Susan continued, "Being the Lich King’s adoptive son and your marriage are not only related but crucially important. Because that seems to be the only valuable condition you have, the others not only don’t add points but subtract them, don’t they? Living in a shabby castle, drinking pig’s blood, singing hymns during the Blood Clan’s worship? Tell me, which Blood Clan girl would be interested in you?"

Jones took a deep breath, his breathing trembled. Clenching his fists, he struggled to restrain his urge to strike Susan with a Holy Light.

Susan noticed Jones’s clenched fists, coughed twice, then said, "However, your performance that day wasn’t bad."

"Which day?"

"The day of the ball, when you hit Bailey. He asked me to relay a message that he wants to duel you again."

"Let him wait; I’m not interested in small fry."

"Alright." Susan said casually, "Actually, I also think you shouldn’t pay attention to him. By the way, I heard from Uncle that you joined the Sambo Family brotherhood?"

"Yes."

"And you’re managing the castle for the Sambo Family’s young master?"

"Yes."

"Looks like you’re doing well recently, making some progress."

Jones walked to the open door, signaling outside, "Can’t you see I don’t want to talk to you?"

"Oh, really?" Susan hesitated for a moment, then slowly stood up, her eyes wandering, smiling as she said, "You’ve given up your chance to reconcile with me. But it’s okay, I’ll give you a second chance; I hope you seize it."

With that, Susan lifted her skirt and slowly walked out. As she left, she gave Jones a meaningful glance.

With a "bang," Jones slammed the door shut, "You’ve given up your chance to reconcile with me. Is she out of her mind? She framed me, I’ve already been kind enough not to get mad, yet she comes and says I’ve given up my chance to reconcile with her. Heaven... how did her brain grow?!"

"Lord Jones." Dora said softly, "Dora thinks it’s better to... talk to Miss Susan. After all..."

"Sorry, I can’t swallow this." Jones said righteously, "It’s tolerable in front of Father and Mother, but acting like this in private? It’s too much! Who’s afraid of her?"

"But she seems to want to make peace."

"But I don’t! I want to rid myself of her as soon as possible. If I could, I’d wish never to see her again in my life. Not her forgiving me or me forgiving her."

Lying back in his coffin, Jones grabbed the handle and slammed the coffin lid shut with a "bang".

Yes, the coffins of the Blood Clan had handles, like doors. Convenient for going in and out. Unlike human coffins where one could only go in, not out.

In the small room, only Dora stood alone.

Suddenly, the coffin lid flipped open again, and Jones sat up, "No, I must prepare now. She can ruin things too easily; I can’t let her have a chance! I must be thorough!"

Jones left the coffin, went to his desk, took out a piece of letter paper, and wrote quickly.

"Take this letter, as soon as it gets dark, go to Hilde, give it to Adelle. Then return to the castle immediately, explain everything. I mean, tell the dwarves. I will stall for as much time as possible. There are still eight hours until it gets dark, I may not instruct you again. But in any case, unless I give you other new tasks, as soon as it gets dark, you leave immediately, don’t care about anything else."

With that, Jones put the letter in an envelope and handed it to Dora.

"Alright, Lord Jones." Dora obediently put the letter away.

"This time, no matter what, I won’t yield; I’ll fight that wicked woman to the end!" Jones said, encouraging himself.

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