Jones stepped back for a while and gave the female werewolf enough room to make way for her.

The female werewolf finally stood outside the cage with both legs, looking vigilantly at Jones. The magic runes on the shackles flashed slightly under the fire.

The two sides were in a stalemate for a while, and Jones turned his face to Dora and said, "You go to your father's study to find out if there is any book in Manyu."

"Okay, Lord Jones." Dora turned and left.

The door was opened, and the female werewolf seemed to have no intention of running away, but she still opened her eyes wide and looked at Jones vigilantly.

"Are you hungry? I have something here, which may not be delicious." Jones took out a plate of water and a portion of roasted venison, took a step forward, put it in front of the female werewolf, and stepped back.

Although zombies need to eat meat, they have no taste. Therefore, although there is venison in the castle, there is no suitable seasoning. However, the werewolf doesn't seem to mind.

After a few tests, she squatted down and hugged the venison and started chewing it desperately, as if she was very hungry.

Jones squatted aside and watched.

After a while, Dora finally came back with a book: "Mr. Jones, there is only this one."

On the cover of the book, the words of the blood clan are written extensively with "barbarian language".

After taking the book, Jones lowered his head and turned it over.

This is a reference book that looks like it has a history of hundreds of years and is a bit broken. However, it is not a problem to use it.

Comparing what he wanted to say, Jones copied and quickly wrote a barbarian pronunciation. Then he whispered in barbarian language: "Hello, my name is Jones, I am a blood clan, but I have no malice to you. I saved you from Adale, so you shouldn't have malice to me. Adale is the blood clan who stood with me in the arena."

After saying that, Jones looked at the female werewolf quietly.

The female werewolf seemed to understand, and was stunned for a moment, still holding flesh in her mouth, staring at Jones blankly.

Confirm that the other party understood, Jones continued in a rude language: "You must be resenting me, you will think that I have destroyed your chances of freedom. But in fact, you cannot be free at all. They are ready to kill you in the third game. The promise will not be fulfilled."

The female werewolf quickly swallowed the flesh in her mouth and then said something in Manyu.

Unfortunately, Jones cannot translate this sentence... The design of this book allows the blood clan to easily translate their language into barbarian language, but it is difficult to translate barbarian language into common language. Unless you have learned most of the barbarian languages ​​and can remember the difficult pronunciations in barbarian languages.

So after a long time, Jones couldn't translate the female werewolf's words, so he could only breathe helplessly and began to translate another sentence: "I can't translate what you said, but I'm sure you can understand what I said. They gave you to me as a slave, but I don't plan to ask you as a slave. I want to give you freedom. Of course, there must be a process. When we trust each other, I can untie the shackles on you. You can go anywhere you want, and I can also send you there. After all, this is a settlement on the Vampire Peninsula. If I just let you go like this, you will be caught back soon. Do you agree with this?"

The female werewolf nodded blankly.

"Okay, then I'll announce now that you can move freely in this castle. Let Dora help you take a shower and change your clothes. Also, what's your name?"

The female werewolf hesitated for a moment and spit out two words: "Quyi."

There are only two pronunciations that are easy to find. Jones quickly came to the meaning of "elegant" in the book - "Simple people are common in barbarians, and women's names."

"Communication is over." Jones said this sentence in a common language and was sweating. It was a very tired thing to look up the dictionary while talking. Especially Jones had to say a lot, which meant that every sentence he said had to look up the dictionary for a long time. In any case, the communication was finally successful. At least Jones thought so: "Take her to take her to take a shower and change her clothes."

"Okay. I'll give her my mother's clothes!" Dora replied happily.

The werewolf's eyes were a little confused and frosted back and forth between Dora and Jones.

...

"Dora thought Lord Jones would let her go."

"That's something Gray will do, I won't. Even if I'm not afraid, I have to think about what if she attacks my family. Please help me keep a close eye on her."

As he said that, Jones covered his coffin lid.

Like humans, blood clans need to rest. However, the time required is slightly less, only about three hours a day is enough. And they are afraid of the sun.

Therefore, the sleep time of the blood clan is usually during the day. Of course, they can also be "night owls" like humans. When Jones and Dora stayed in Salted Fish Harbor, they were two standard "night owls".

However, most of the blood clan's subordinates can move during the day, such as zombies.

The Jones' castle is not divided by day and night, like Hield, it is divided by day and night. There are a lot of blood clan activities there at night, and the one guarding there during the day is a whole zombie legion. Although zombies are not very intelligent, if there are enough numbers, the deterrence is still very sufficient.

After a long sleep, Jones woke up, it was the second day of dinner time. If it weren't for dinner, Jones probably wouldn't have been ready to get up. Now he just wanted to leave here early and return to the "his" Salt Fish Port. He didn't know how the war between Gray and the Dragon Clan was like, but Jones suddenly missed the feeling of running between the various battlefields every day.

What's strange is that this time Jones woke up, Dora was not in his room. Every time he opened his eyes, Dora would be the first to appear. "Dora? Are you there?" Jones opened the door and stretched his neck out. The corridor was empty and there was no one: "Where did you go? Forget it, do it yourself."

Sleeping later than myself and getting up earlier than myself. I have to say that Dora is a dedicated maid... except that she is a little stupid, she is very good in all aspects.

With the changing clothes, Jones went straight to the bathroom to clean up.

He was the only one of the steaming steam. To be honest, Jones was a little uncomfortable. After rubbing it for a few casual times, Jones gave up the idea of ​​taking a shower seriously, changed into clothes and left. It was almost like a little water.

"Dora-! Where are you? Have you seen Dora?" Jones stopped a zombie sweeping the floor.

"It seems to be in the yard." The zombie replied.

Jones was stunned for a moment. He turned his face and found that it was raining outside the window.

"It rains and runs into the yard? Do you think there is not enough water in your mind?"

Walking down the stairs, Jones saw Dora standing in the rain through the window with an umbrella. Just beside her, Guya lay motionless on the ground, closing her eyes and letting the raindrops slap on her.

"What's wrong with her?" Jones was startled.

"Sir Jones, she must be in the rain, and I can't do anything about it." Dora shouted with her head raised.

"Must be in the rain?"

Then, Jones saw Guya open her eyes, smile, and smiled in a daze at the sky.

He was still wearing shackles, but all the dirt on his face was gone, revealing a white face. He had changed into a white long skirt, but he had been completely wet by the rain.

As if he was performing some kind of prayer ceremony, Guya jumped and jumped in the rain, and had been tossing for a long time. If it weren't for the slightest magical fluctuations, Jones would have thought that the other party was preparing for some kind of magic.

It turns out that she really just wanted to play in the rain.

"Are werewolfs like this?" Jones was a little confused: "Dora, come in first, don't worry about her."

"Didn't Lord Jones want Dora to stare at her?" Dora asked.

"Uh... OK, you're holding an umbrella anyway."

Werewolf Jones didn't know that vampires were immortal races after all, and they had never heard of vampires damaged by rain. Since that's the case, Jones was too lazy to care about them.

After struggling in the rain for an hour, Gu Ya returned to the castle with satisfaction, changed into a skirt, and started eating the dinner prepared for her. She swallowed it voraciously, without any politeness.

Jones sat opposite him, carefully savoring the blood clan pastry made by his mother. While tasting, he also looked at the quaintness.

It was a very distinctive face. Judging from the body shape, it was definitely an adult werewolf. It should be said that it was a bit plump. But from the face, it was as tender as a little girl. Her eyes were not big, but very delicate, her nose was tall, but small. Her facial features looked a different charm, which was different from the blood clan and humans on the mainland. It was a very gentle face.

It's hard to imagine that this is actually a werewolf, isn't it?

Of course, it is not difficult to imagine in terms of behavior. She seems to have no concept of etiquette at all. She curled up when eating, didn't know how to use knife and fork, and she ate very quickly. Maybe she was hungry, maybe she was this kind of habit. From time to time, she would look up at Jones, and was a little wary. She was already very friendly to Dora.

Halfway through her meal, she suddenly stared at the pastry on Jones' plate and stopped moving.

Jones looked down at the pastry he had eaten halfway, then looked at her again, and gently pushed the plate over. Gu Ya happily reached out to take away the remaining pastry on the plate, then nibbled it, and laughed.

Looking at her, Jones sighed helplessly.

"By the way, Lord Jones, letters have been made from Salted Fish Harbor."

"Take it to me!"

After taking the envelope handed over by Dora, Jones was stunned for a moment.

It was actually a letter sent by Camilla... Well, it is a happy thing for someone to remember them after all.

Jones thought and opened the envelope. The first sentence was: "Jones, you coward!"

Well, that's what she wrote. She scolded Jones in surprise. It probably means that Jones actually chose to go home at this time to escape the war with the Dragon Clan... and asked Jones to go back immediately. Also, they are in a stalemate with the Gustav Empire, and it seems that the two sides are still negotiating. The specific content is gone. After all, Camilla's level is far from the point where they can participate in the negotiations.

Jones finished reading it expressionlessly, then silently put away the letter and continued to stare at Gu Ya.

"Mr. Jones, don't you reply?"

"Reply? Ask her to tell Gray to send a letter to cancel my vacation?" Jones sighed helplessly.

Jones really wanted it, but unfortunately I could only think about it. The reason why Camilla sent a letter to Jones was not because she had so much authority, but she was just meddling in other people's business. Yes, she was very meddling in other people's business and belonged to one of the most active members of the Silver Moon Knights.

"Mr. Jones, when are you going to untickle her shackles?"

"When we go back to Xianyu Port," Jones replied casually: "Aren't you in the Northern Expedition? We just took her back to the north. Let her stay here for the time being."

As he said that, Jones took another plate of pastry in front of him. Before he could even use his knife and fork, he found that Gu Ya was staring at his pastry again. He had no choice but to hand over the other plate of pastry.

After returning from the Brotherhood, Jones's life returned to comfort. Unlike before, he could no longer sleep in the dark because there was an "person" in the castle. Most of the time Dora had to stare at Guya, and Jones took over the rest time by himself.

As for the elegant...

This is a magical girl, with no etiquette at all, like a savage, jumping around like a rabbit all day long, wanting to eat anything delicious, not like a person who had just been sold as a slave. She was wearing shackles, but the shackles were more of a werewolf form and did not affect her daily actions.

Such a struggle has indeed caused some trouble to Jones, but it is not bad.

"It's better than being hostile, isn't it? It's better than putting a dangerous place at home."

Jones's mother has a lot of opinions about this werewolf girl.

"How can we put a werewolf at home? Just lock it up, you actually let her go everywhere? Oh my God!"

"Just treat her as my pet."

"Which blood clan would raise a werewolf as his pet? I don't care, you have to lock her up."

"Okay mom, you're right, I'll listen to you, mom."

This is how Jones is. The review is always sincere, and the things that promised their parents are basically unfulfilled.

Closed? Not.

Jones just tried to keep Guya away from his mother. Anyway, the castle was big enough, and no one in the castle dared to complain to the Countess about Jones. After all, Jones is different from Gray, and he really will take revenge.

In this way, five days passed.

Aunt Sarah seemed to have been delayed because of something, and the meeting was never done.

Seeing that the second brotherhood party was coming again, Jones had already started to hesitate. He didn't want to go, but just received someone's gift, so it seemed a bit too much to be absent.

Thinking of it, he had to bite the bullet and decide: "Go to go. If it is really not suitable, he will not go in the future."

However, just two days before the Second Brotherhood, Jones received an invitation from Adair.

"See you at Hilde tomorrow. I have a new friend who wants to introduce you to you."
Chapter completed!