The Lich of Glory Knight Spirit: Moving towards Krimasha!-Chapter 275 - 26: Father and Son (2)

At this moment, Count Dracula’s expression could only be described as extremely complicated, as he stared at Young Master Adelle in utter disbelief.

Adelle’s face was so red that he looked ready to dig a hole and bury himself in it, but he held his ground and maintained eye contact with Count Dracula.

Beside them, Dora had her head lowered so much that it almost touched the ground.

As for Jones, well, Jones had a blank expression while beads of cold sweat poured down his face like a storm.

In a sudden motion, Count Dracula transformed into a bat and hovered mid-air, peering through the castle’s window only to discover that the Nine-Headed Hydra was staring back at him from a distance. Each head took turns glaring at him.

The two sides just stared at each other.

Jones lowered his voice and asked Adelle, "Why did you say something about magic restrictions?" ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

"How would I know you’d let your father inside? Are you out of your mind? There’s a roaming Nine-Headed Hydra, and you actually let it inside? Even for werewolves, I enforce restrictions!" Adelle growled in a low voice.

"So what now?"

"How should I know? I’ve run out of excuses!"

"If you run out of excuses, I might not be able to come and help you manage the castle anymore."

"Is this castle mine? Why are you even interested in a castle like this?"

"Shh! My father is coming back..."

Indeed, Count Dracula was returning, flapping his wings as he landed in front of them and transformed back into his human form. His gaze toward Adelle had grown noticeably hostile, with anger flickering in his eyes.

"Young Master Adelle, having my son help manage a castle like this for you doesn’t seem appropriate, does it? He’s only seventy-three! I’m starting to think I shouldn’t allow him to associate with you anymore."

Jones was sweating bullets, as panicked as a cat on hot bricks.

"Um... cough cough, I—I also think it’s not too appropriate," Adelle stammered awkwardly with a forced smile as his words began to fumble. "How about I apply the restrictions tomorrow? Apologies, I truly only forgot. It’s my fault. I’ll put them in place very soon, I promise this won’t happen again. Or I can do it now—let me have someone fix it right away?"

"Yes, do it now," Jones quickly chimed in agreement.

Yet, at that very moment, another voice entered the scene.

"What are you all talking about? Placing restrictions in my castle—or placing restrictions on me?"

From the castle’s main entrance, nine snake heads emerged simultaneously, staring at them with blazing fury in their eyes.

The blood clan members standing outside, including Count Dracula and Adelle, scrambled backward in terror.

"Your castle?" Count Dracula was utterly stunned.

Seeing the Nine-Headed Hydra’s heads rear slightly back as if about to attack, Jones quickly screamed out, "No, madam, it’s not like that!"

Right after shouting this, Jones suddenly remembered his father was watching him from behind, hurriedly turning back to say, "Father, that’s exactly it!"

Oh, and then he realized the Nine-Headed Hydra was still staring at him, so he quickly turned back to say, "Madam, really, it’s not like that!"

"So, what is it like then?" the Nine-Headed Hydra and Count Dracula asked in nearly perfect unison.

Adelle was already covering his face, utterly unsure of what to say, while Dora quietly stepped back with her head still lowered.

The Hydra’s eyes were brimming with rage, and Count Dracula’s eyes carried the same fury. Both sets of eyes angrily focused on Jones. Standing between them, Jones appeared completely frozen.

Silence, silence, and more silence.

The wind gently passed through, brushing against green leaves with a soft rustling sound.

Jones was sweating buckets, his facial expression twisting into something that looked like a mix between laughter and tears.

After a brief silence, the first to speak was Adelle: "Brother, I truly can’t help you anymore. I’m out. See you another day!"

Without waiting for Jones’s reply, Adelle transformed into a bat and flew away, his steward and blood clan guards quickly flapping their wings to follow suit.

In the blink of an eye, the crowd of blood clan members outside the castle door was reduced to just Jones, Dora, and Count Dracula.

Dora’s head was already lowered as far as it could go, while Count Dracula alternated between glaring at the Nine-Headed Hydra and his son with fury in his eyes. The Hydra itself warily eyed everyone.

And then there was Jones—Jones was undoubtedly the most relaxed. He had completely slumped to the ground, his whole being defeated, his gaze vacantly staring off into the distance.

After an extended period of silence, Jones looked up at the Hydra with a dejected face and pleaded, "Madam, can you leave this matter to me to handle personally? I assure you that I won’t infringe upon your interests. I’ve never infringed upon your interests—I keep the castle in great condition, prepare food for you, and even built toilets for you. You should trust me, right?"

The Hydra’s nine heads quietly observed Jones for a long while before softly replying, "Alright, I trust you."

After speaking, it shifted its gaze toward Count Dracula.

"So, what exactly is happening here?!" Count Dracula roared angrily.

What happens next?

Jones wanted to make one last effort, but at this point, no matter what he said, Count Dracula likely wouldn’t believe him anymore. At this juncture, honesty might be the only way out.

...

"Wait, will Jones be angry at me for just leaving like that?" Adelle muttered as he hovered mid-air, flapping his wings.

His steward flapped his wings and replied, "He might be. But, Young Master, you don’t need to feel guilty about it. You’ve already done your best."

"I didn’t ask whether I should feel guilty. I asked if Jones might be angry at me."

"Uh... he might be."

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