"Ten thousand gold coins?" Adair was stunned for a moment.

"Yes, ten thousand gold coins." Jones confirmed again seriously.

Suddenly, the air solidified a little.

Adair blinked and looked at Jones incredibly: "Do you don't even have ten thousand gold coins? Oh no, I mean, I thought you would borrow millions of gold coins from me, and I was a little worried that I wouldn't be able to take it out in one go. However, you only have ten thousand gold coins, which means I can lend it to you at any time."

Adair laughed twice, as if eased the awkward atmosphere, but it turned out to make the atmosphere even more awkward.

Jones's eyes flashed and he explained with a thorn in mind: "Actually, I just bought a castle and still lacked some money to develop... I just lacked just a little bit. I've already made the big head by myself."

"Oh, so that's how it is." Adair breathed a little slow: "I thought something happened to you. Generally speaking, if the castle itself is not worth a lot, the bank that sells the castle to your development fee will be very willing to support it. It doesn't even require interest, it only requires a priority procurement agreement on future output."

"Oh, is that?"

"Of course, the three banks of Hilder are all from ours. Do you need me to introduce them to you?"

Oh, this is really good news. It means that as long as Adale reads through the account book, you will know everything?

Jones's face turned red to his neck, and he wanted to find a hole to drill down.

The scene was awkward, very awkward.

Adair looked at Jones in confusion.

Jones also looked at Adair with a numb scalp.

Helplessly, Jones had to bite the bullet and change his words, "Okay, I admit it. My father didn't give me pocket money, I need to make money by myself. Ten thousand gold coins is already a lot for me. The castle I bought is only worth ten thousand gold coins, but I bought it with a loan. From your bank. Now they are no longer willing to lend me more money..."

At the end of the day, Jones' voice was as small as a mosquito.

"Don't Lord Lich King give you pocket money, either?"

"He himself has no money. The lich is not interested in money. But I found a gold mine in the territory of the castle."

"Oh, is it? Gold Mine." Adele completely skipped the question of "gold mine", frowned, and said to himself: "There is a castle worth only 10,000 gold coins in this world? My God. I thought the castle would cost at least 500,000 gold coins. It's incredible. Can a castle worth 10,000 gold coins really live? Will there be quality problems? If I have the chance, I must see this castle with my own eyes."

Jones's face turned red and he stammered, "If... I mean if you can lend me 20,000 gold coins, I might have to be faster."

"Stop talking, Jones, you are my brother, how can I sit back and ignore him?" Adele put on a kind smile and said with a smile: "I will lend you 100,000 gold coins without interest. You will pay when you are happy. If you are unhappy, you can pay it if you are unhappy. Just treat it as a little funding for my brother."

As he said that, Adair had taken the paper and pen from the butler next to him, walked to the desk and began to write down.

"No, interest must be paid." Jones quickly stopped him and said, "What do you think of three-minute interest? I may not be able to afford it if I have more, after all, I only have one gold mine."

"If you insist on paying interest, I won't lend you?" Adair looked up at Jones and smiled and said, "I can't collect interest from my brother. This is the principle. If you insist on giving me interest, it means you are not my brother. In that case, I have no reason to lend it to you."

The atmosphere became weird again.

Jones had to nod heavily in a cold sweat.

...

When leaving Adair's house, Jones brought a letter with a note in it, which read "Take a hundred thousand gold coins". He signed Adair's name and stamped it with a seal.

The 100,000 gold coins were obtained, ten times that Jones wanted at the beginning. However, at this moment, Jones just wanted to find a place to cry.

Yes, Jones' fragile self-esteem suffered 10,000 points, and there was only bloodshot left. Why is the difference between the same blood clan? Is it just because there is a different father?

"No, I have to work hard to make money! My children can no longer be like me!" The young blood clan lord secretly swore in his heart.

Wiping away the tears, Jones took the note paper and once again came to the previous bank and put it in front of the teller Mr. Goblin.

The goblin was stunned and asked suspiciously: "Are you a member of the Brotherhood of Master Adal?"

"Yes. Is there any problem?" Jones replied expressionlessly.

"Wait a moment." Holding the sticky note, the goblin shrank his head and walked away. He walked away to the distance and found a slightly larger and somewhat sturdy goblin. The two goblins lowered their heads and whispered something.

The big goblin took the note paper and carefully examined it at Guang. After a while, it was handed back to the goblin at the counter.

No need to guess, he must have believed Jones, and he went to find someone to verify the authenticity of the seal. Jones was too lazy to pay attention to it. Anyway, his face had been thrown on the ground and stepped on it again and again in the past few days, so he didn't have to kick it. So he just sat expressionlessly and waited quietly.

"Sorry, I've been waiting for you for a long time." The goblin finally came back, smiling professionally and wiping his sweat: "Master Jones, you should have said earlier that you are a member of the Brotherhood of Master Adale. In this way, there will be no previous misunderstanding."

"Is it a misunderstanding?" Jones asked expressionlessly.

"It's hard...isn't it?" The goblin sweated heavily.

"I'll ask you one thing, do you know I'm the adopted son of the Lich King, why do you still treat me like this?"

"I...I just want to get out that tricky castle as soon as possible. I thought, if you really have great appeal, a mere Hydra would not be a problem at all. If not, I wouldn't have to give you preferential treatment. This is a misunderstanding, really."

"I've said it, it's not a misunderstanding."

"Can I... compensate you?"

"I can't compensate, wait for death."

Through the counter, Jones looked at the goblins expressionlessly. The goblins wiped their sweat frantically and looked at Jones carefully. The atmosphere completely froze.

When he left the bank, Jones got ten bank vouchers as he wished, each of which could be exchanged for ten thousand gold coins in the bank under the name of Sambo's family. Yes, it was that simple. Just ten papers covered with seals and painted with magic runes.

Jones originally thought he wanted to hire a few people and a few cars. After all, it was the first time he saw such a thing that "only rich people know".

With ten vouchers, Jones carefully put them in his pocket and headed straight to the slave market.

On the other hand, the goblin sneaked over the shift and headed straight to the completely opposite direction.

...

"Mr. Adolf, I'm going to be killed by you. I provoked someone I can't afford to offend. What should I do? If he asks me again, I can only tell the truth. You asked me to sell the castle to him."

In the small room, the goblins were sweating like rain and were almost crying.

With his back facing the goblin, Adolf stood by the window and stretched out a hand, gently lifted the curtains into a crack, and looked at the pedestrians passing by on the street outside the window.

"Don't worry, he won't ask you."

"Why? He had just doubted it."

"I said he doesn't know how to ask questions, but he doesn't know how to ask questions."

"But he threatened me just now."

Adolf sighed helplessly and turned around and said, "He won't pursue it. He is indeed angry, but he won't be petty with a goblin."

"But, if..."

"Nothing happens." Adolf said lightly, his bright eyes had an extraordinary pressure, and forced the goblin back to his mouth.

"Okay." The goblin could only helplessly wipe his sweat: "Thank you, Lord Adolf, thank you."

As he said that, he was about to leave, but suddenly stopped and turned around and asked, "Also, Lord Adolf, he said there is a gold mine in the territory of that castle. Is this true?"

He glanced at the goblin indifferently, and Adolf replied softly: "Yes, so he is very happy now. I'm grateful that you are too late. I will definitely not pursue you."

"Thank goodness. But, Lord Adolf, why did you sell him a castle with a gold mine for such a cheap price?"

Adolf didn't speak, but just stared at the goblins quietly.

The goblin who recovered from his senses quickly bowed and apologized: "Sorry, I asked what I shouldn't have asked. Please forgive me! Please forgive me!"

As he said that, he stepped back step by step and turned away from the room.

The annoying goblin finally left.

Adolf was left in the simple room. He helplessly continued to pay attention to the pedestrians on the street outside the window, sighed softly and said to himself: "The Lich King is a new thing. The people here have no idea about the Lich King, and even think that the adopted son of the Lich King is not as good as that of the members of the Adal Brotherhood... Oh, I hope it is not really worse."

...

At this moment, the slave market.

"I want five, yes, five dwarf slaves! The kind who needs to know how to mine! One of them must be able to explore mineral veins! All of them must be adults, males! Give me another 200 zombies suitable for being miners! You need them now!"

In the bustling slave market, Jones has already started to pick slaves.

The inner circumference of the slave market is a place that looks like a square. Countless slaves are locked, handcuffed, or locked in cages, or chained in a row for people to choose from. They are bustling.

Of course, normally there must be more slaves present than guests.

As for Jones, it is considered a big customer today. In addition to those who buy special slaves, the slave market does not have customers who spend tens of thousands of gold coins every day. After all, only newly developed castles require so many slaves. Even if they are re-traded, the old castles usually carry enough slaves and do not need to be purchased separately. They only need to replenish them in a scattered manner.

He was taken to the room on the second floor. The one who received Jones was still a goblin. Another goblin, an elderly goblin businessman.

"Young Master, are you going to open a new vein, right?"

“Yes, that’s right.”

"In that case, there may be a problem with your ratio. There must be at least twenty dwarves, after all, you still need to explore. If it were early days, there would be no need to have so many zombies, and one hundred would be more than enough. After all, many living zombies cannot do it."

"But my family's mineral vein ratio is not like this."

“How many years have your veins in your house?”

"It's been more than a thousand years, or maybe three thousand years. As far as I know, the castle has been three thousand years, and my father bought it more than a thousand years ago."

"That's right. Zombies have an unlimited lifespan. Although they have low learning ability, they can always learn over time. They can slowly do more work. There are fewer dwarves in the long-term vein, and you are obviously a newly opened vein. There must be more dwarves."

"Uh...what should I do if I wait for a long time? Will the extra dwarfs be sold?"

"No, dwarves will die naturally after a long time. They don't have that long lifespan. Maybe you need to supplement the dwarves in the middle. By the way, you only write about the need for exploration veins. Are there anyone who helps the dwarves cook and take care of their daily life?"

"I still need someone to help them take care of their daily life?"
To be continued...