Dora came back the next day, with one thousand and one hundred gold coins that she "don't need to return".

Adding to Jones' own fifty-two gold coins, there are now a total of 1,152 gold coins. There are still 48,848 gold coins left to 50,000 gold coins...

Looking at the piles of gold coins, Jones was already a little desperate. He had decided to accompany the sea and go out to sea to fish and make money to pay off his debts every day. However, will the plan to establish a blood clan territory still die due to lack of money?

After thinking hard for a long time, he finally made a decision that he could make immediately - to sleep!

Yes, what else can I do when I sleep?

I can only say that he really didn't expect that he would return to the territory of the Vampire, and even more so that he would want to buy a castle. In recent years, if Jones wanted to make some income, get a title, or get a smaller human territory, it would be easy. Not to mention the baron, even the Earl, there were a lot of people around him who could give him one at any time. Although the income of the human territory was much worse than that of the Vampire territory, at least he had an income, right?

Darren IV, who had only been in power for a few months, tried to bribe him with 100,000 gold coins. However, at that time, he "treated money like dirt" and "righteously" rejected the other party's dirty thoughts. Now it seems a bit too late to think about it...

Dora whispered: "Sir Jones, I think we can actually think of other ways. For example, we can make money ourselves."

"Do you send a courier again? Stop asking me about such price reduction."

"Maybe we can buy eleven zombies now, and then send them to the master's mining area, and then... let the master pay them a salary?"

"In this case, it will take about ten years to earn 1,100 gold coins that we will spend. And there is no shortage of zombies in the mines."

With a bang, Jones closed the lid of his coffin. He hid alone in the coffin and became furious.

"Mr. Jones? Master. Jones?"

"Mr. Jones, you don't have to be sad. It's not a big deal. Even if you can't afford the castle, can we continue to live here? The master and the wife didn't say we wanted to move out."

"Mr. Jones, you are still young. Even if you are an adult blood clan, it is not easy to have a territory of your own. We can take it slowly, it's okay."

"Mr. Jones? Master. You really don't need to be so anxious. Money will always be available. Dora can also help make money, although Dora doesn't make much..."

Jones pushed the coffin lid apart.

Dora suddenly became happy: "Mr. Jones, have you figured it out?"

"Don't disturb my sleep!"

With a bang, the coffin lid was covered again.

Dora looked disappointed.

The path of borrowing money is definitely not possible, and there is no reliable way to make money.

"Maybe I should go out and find a job? Be an adventurer?"

"Will the adventurer's team want a blood clan? We seem to be the targets of adventurers to attack."

"Maybe I can set a trap for adventurers to come and fight me and make their money."

"But this also requires a castle..."

Looking back at the Brotherhood’s self-introduction that day, the vampire society is a society that fights for fathers. No matter who comes out, it will be introduced: "Who is my father..." It seems that you are not him, but his father.

Will you still give the vampire who is a humble family?

This is worse than the human world, it is absolutely terrible!

"Forget it, I'd better live a life honestly and wait to go back to Xianyu Port. This time I will definitely find a way to get a title, at least one of my own castles and one of my own territory. I hope everyone knows me because they want to know me, not because I am the adopted son of the Paladin, and he wants to know my father."

Thinking of this, Jones closed his eyes, but he couldn't sleep, and he couldn't sleep no matter how hard he went.

The plan to buy a castle ignited his enthusiasm, and now he can't extinguish it no matter how hard he wants to extinguish it. His mind was full of the flooded castle. Although it was flooded, although there was fishy smell everywhere, it was probably salted when sunlighted, but at least it was indeed a castle, right? It was better than nothing.

You can start a new life and a new plan there. Although zombies make money a little slower, they are at least making money. You have an unlimited lifespan, and slowly, you can always pay off your debts. Unfortunately...

Maybe it is a period of bumpy years worth remembering after becoming the great blood clan lord.

Thinking of it, Jones suddenly felt that the flooded castle had become cute, as if it had a destined connection with him.

"It was there waiting for me silently, but I couldn't afford it... I wonder how long it could wait for me?"

Jones wanted to cry a little, and felt like he was heartbroken.

Just like Dragons are in love with Treasures, I heard that the great blood clan lords are in love with the castle. Jones seems to have entered that state at once. The object of love is a flooded castle.

"Mr. Jones? Master. Jones?"

Dora's voice came again, and Jones, who was interrupted by the fantasy, suddenly became angry and suddenly turned on the lid of the coffin: "I told you that I'm going to sleep! Are you finished..."

Before he could finish his words, Jones was stunned.

Because next to Dora, there was a goblin standing.

"Hey, young master, do you still know me? We met yesterday." The goblin said with a smile.

"Uh..." Jones asked hesitantly: "I've seen many goblins yesterday. Which one are you? Sorry, you all look the same. They are all green, and they have eyes and noses."

"We met at the bank." The goblin grinned.

"Are you the goblin in the bank?" Jones' eyes slowly narrowed into a slit.

"Yes. That's right, it's me."

"Is there anything you want to ask me for?"

"Don't you want to buy a castle? We have a new batch of options and I want to provide you with a reference." As he said that, the goblin took out three pieces of paper and handed it over.

"Oh, is that?" Jones took the paper expressionlessly and looked at it pretentiously.

Why do you look at it in a "pretending way"? Because I can't afford it anyway.

The first one is a castle located in the north of the Collin Peninsula, very close to the Jones home. It is no different from day and night, and the climate is basically the same as the Jones home in all aspects. The difference is that there are three veins, one of which is rich. The price is 120,000 gold coins.

This one looks pretty good, but it still can't afford it.

The second one is a castle located in the southern part of the Corin Peninsula. It is quite far from Jones's house. It is divided into day and night, with rich resources, and is also close to the sea. It is only a day walk from the nearest port. It is very suitable for exporting to all parts of the mainland. In addition to the plains suitable for cultivation, there are also rivers, lakes, and two mineral veins, with pleasant scenery. It costs 220,000 gold coins.

This can be said to be quite cost-effective, but it still can't be afforded.

The third one is a castle located in the west of the Corin Peninsula. It is divided into day and night, surrounded by mountains, jungles, rivers, rich in resources, and minerals are not explored. The disadvantage is that it takes half a month to walk to the closest Vampire Castle to the castle, which is equivalent to no neighbors. There are also monsters that are likely to be harassed whether they are farming or mining areas. In addition, human adventurers visit from time to time. The price is...

"Hey, ten thousand gold coins? That's so cheap?"

"Yes." The goblin grinned and said excitedly, "The former owner of this castle was eager to sell, so we bought it at a low price. Honestly, this is a pretty good castle. Are you interested in this?"

"I have interest, but the money may not be enough." Jones silently folded the three pieces of paper together and handed them back.

"Do you don't have ten thousand gold coins?" The goblin wiped his sweat, but still pushed Jones's hand back: "How many do you have? I'll see if I can give you a discount."

"I have one thousand one hundred and fifty-two gold coins," Jones said expressionlessly.

The goblin's expression was a little stiff: "This... is a bit too much. Ten thousand gold coins are already very low. Do you still expect me to give you a 10% discount?"

"Or if you are willing to lend me some money, I can pay interest. I mean, pay a little appropriately. symbolic."

"Didn't you say yesterday that you want to borrow money from someone? Maybe you can borrow money from someone else?"

"Actually, these thousand, one hundred gold coins were borrowed. Or can you help me find if there is a castle worth only one thousand gold coins?"

The goblin no longer knew how to say something, so he could only keep sweating.

Jones and the goblins stood in a deadlock with expressionless faces.

After a while, the goblin couldn't hold on anymore. He said helplessly: "Wait a moment, let me think about it first."

As he said that, he walked to a corner by the window, lit a cigarette, and looked out the window while smoking, as if thinking hard.

Jones looked at the goblin in confusion.

After a while, the goblin walked back and whispered, "You, do you have anything to mortgage? In this way, I can lend you money."

Jones thought for a while and said, "Is the castle OK? I'll mortgage the castle to you."

"Is this?" the goblin looked around.

"Yes, this one." Jones pointed to the introduction in his hand.

The scene is a bit stiff again.

It is obvious that the goblin thought that the mortgage Jones mentioned was his father's castle. What Jones refers to was obviously this castle worth ten thousand gold coins.

Dora's eyes kept flirting with them.

The goblin began to sweat frantically again. He gritted his teeth and said, "Document."

"The deal?" Jones was shocked. Can this still happen?

"Yes, the deal!" The godkin took a deep breath and said, "I will lend you nine thousand gold coins, and you will buy this castle with another ten thousand gold coins, and then mortgage the castle to me. In this way, you will pay one thousand gold coins and get this castle, and at the same time you owe us nine thousand gold coins. Two cents of interest every year, that is, the interest of one thousand eight hundred gold coins. The interest will be settled every year. How about it?"

"make a deal."

"make a deal."

The goblin quickly opened his briefcase, took out a bunch of template contracts from it and filled in.

It was all done in just a while.

A castle purchase contract and a mortgage contract were handed over to Jones respectively.

After carefully checking the terms of the contract, Jones signed his name on it.

Of course, there is also payment.

After everything was processed, the goblin handed Jones a box. It included the specific coordinates of the castle, the surrounding topographic map, the territory marking, and the land deed with the seal of the Vampire Elderly Church.
To be continued...