How to say it?

Jones's current mood is like walking on a tightrope, feeling that he will fall to pieces if he is accidentally.

Think about it, if the debt of 110,080 gold coins is not as much as Jones himself, even if he treats their whole family, he doesn't have that much money. If he doesn't pay it back... Well, the bank will send a letter to Gray. However, Gray has no money either, so "the son of the Lich King owes a huge sum of money and abscond overnight" is very likely the front page headlines of the newspaper the next day.

With this big title, will you connect Jones with "the entrepreneur who is having a difficult business and unfortunate failure"?

No, no, people will think that the Lich King must be super rich, and the Lich King's son must be a rich second generation who is not doing his job properly. The reason why he absconded with debts must be because of gambling and betrayal of his relatives, so the Lich King is unwilling to help him pay back the money. No one will sympathize with him at all, people will only laugh at him and use it as a topic of conversation after dinner.

Thinking about the fact that there are blood clans talking about themselves in every corner, and after the conversation, they all sighed with gloating and sighing.

He is disgraced...

"At that time, my reputation will be completely ruined. I will not even marry my cousin, and I will be ridiculed to be unable to stay when I return to Xianyu Port. There will be many tabloid reporters coming to dig out my materials, and they will find out that I have been a servant for Hydra..."

Of course, there is another situation. That is, Adale settled the matter and Jones did not make headlines for owing money. Is this a good thing?

No, it's even worse.

In return, Adair would definitely ask Jones to let Gray intervene in the property dispute of Sambo's family in the name of the adopted son of the Lich King. Will Gray be willing to intervene? Gray definitely won't. So, Jones will eventually fall out with Gray because of this.

"The adopted son falls into darkness, and the Lich King and his son turn against each other." This title sounds like another period of grudges and revenge between wealthy families, bloody storms. Jones can already imagine countless tabloid reporters chasing him to dig materials, and in the end they will dig out Jones' past when he once served as a servant for Hydra...

Why did you go around and go back to Hydra? Because it was so big, it was just placed there, and you couldn’t beat it, and you couldn’t move it away, so you couldn’t hide it!

In short, he is still disgraced...

It is also possible that after Adair helped Jones settle the game, Jones did not settle Gray, nor did he get up with Gray, but later got up with Adair. In that case, the headlines would still be "the son of the Lich King owed a huge sum of money and escaped overnight."

Anyway, as long as you fail, you will be ruined.

By then, the human world will not be able to stay in the human world and the territories of the blood clan will not be able to survive. Jones can only go far away and live a lonely and helpless life. Perhaps he will be sold to dwarves as miners as slaves.

Well, speaking of it, the blood clan seems to be more suitable for being a miner than the dwarf. After all, there will be no sunshine in the tunnel, so if you use the blood clan to mine, you can even save the torch. You can also use magic to mine.

Maybe the dwarf would also give him a vampire bride and say, "There are two vampires, so that I can harvest a nest of small vampires and sell them! Didn't you think that when you used the dwarf slave miner?"

The key point is that the vampire bride may still be Jones's little cousin. God knows how she was so down and out that she was sold as a slave like herself?

This is how dog blood is written, but it is a nightmare just thinking about it.

Maybe he will be hunted by 180 lichs because of this.

Don't ask why there were 180, because Jones dreamed of 180 that night. Yes, he even counted it when he was dreaming. The bare skull counted one by one, and the more he counted it, the more he became more and more scared, and finally woke up. He shivered hard in the coffin.

At this moment, Jones' mental pressure can be said to be extremely high.

"Anyway, I must succeed! At all costs! When I have a child, I must tell him how much suffering I have endured as a father! Then let that Molkar also write a book for me, which is called "The Vampire King"!"

After getting up, Jones tied his bow tie and set off silently again. He looked quite as if he had been before the decisive battle.

He decided to stare at it himself, no matter how big or small it was, and he could not allow any accident.

The first thing is delivery.

The goblin merchant arranged one hundred blood clans for Jones. Yes, one hundred, and it was so powerful. Jones had never seen so many blood clans standing together at the same time.

"Every four blood clans carry a cage, we send the dwarves and necessary exploration tools over twice."

"Where are zombies?"

"Zombies and mining tools will arrive tomorrow, and we can transport them by airship. This is relatively simple. After all, after the dwarves arrive, they also need to explore the ore veins first, and they won't use the dwarves so early. Of course, you can also ask them to be delivered today, so you have to add money."

"No, let's do it, thank you. I think the arrangement is pretty good. There is another question. If something happens on the road, who is it? For example, the cage containing the dwarf fell down during transportation, and the dwarf inside fell to death."

The goblin merchant looked at Jones with a nervous look in silence and said helplessly: "It's ours, and it's ours when something happens during transportation. We will compensate you the original price. You only need to receive the goods at the destination. Are there any other questions?"

"there is none left."

Jones stood aside silently.

After everything was ready, the blood clans turned into bats and took off in a mighty manner, taking off with most of Jones' "capitalty" or debt.

The entire transportation process is very simple. After all, the blood clans summoned by goblin merchants are all experienced. As for Jones, they just need to follow the team with fear.

The tall veterinarians in the lead also chatted with Jones: "We take on various tasks such as transportation and delivery of letters all year round. If you need it, you can also find me. The highest record I have summoned two hundred veterinarians in one go. Even if you want to transport a small warship, we can do it. This is my business card."

"Don't let go! Can't you give me a business card when it lands? What if the cage falls down?"

"It's okay, just carry one foot. We are very experienced, please trust professionals."

Jones' heart was about to jump out, but the dwarfs in the cage were sleeping well and even started to snore.

The Vampire Transportation Team flew very fast, and in more than two hours, it took three months to walk and arrived at Jones's small castle.

Dora was shocked when she saw a large number of blood clans carrying cages.

"Do you want to transport it into the castle?"

"No, just put it outside."

"Okay, brothers, put the cage down." The tall blond gave Jones a list: "This is the first batch of delivery list. Please take a look. If it is accurate, please sign for it."

Actually, there is nothing to count. After all, there are only twenty-four dwarves and a bamboo cage containing various exploration equipment. Jones had already ordered it when he was starting.

However, out of caution, Jones still counted back and forth carefully and three times before signing. After all, if he lost this gamble, he would fall into an extremely miserable situation.

"Okay, we'll go back to ship the others. By the way, we'll not bear any accidents after you sign for them."

“What accidents usually happen?”

"Since it's an accident, who knows? Fighting, getting sick, absconding, everything that can make a slave disappear is possible." The tall blond spread his hands, said casually and left.

However, Jones' heart skipped a beat.

What else is easy to say... to escape?

"Will the dwarves escape?" For a moment, Jones and Dora faced the twenty-four dwarves in the twenty-four cages, and were at a loss.

Yes, slaves will abscond, which is common sense. So slaves everywhere need to be taken care of. However, Jones, who was injected with chicken blood, forgot.

Generally, the one who cares about slaves will be blood clan slaves, because compared with slaves of other races, they are relatively closer to both blood clans. The blood clan lords will also treat blood clan slaves more. From a certain perspective, they are just nominal slaves. In fact, they are similar to hired workers. They just don’t have the identity of a free citizen. Just like Dora.

However, Jones, who only has 35,000 gold coins, obviously cannot afford so many blood clan slaves... it is impossible to afford it. Can I ask a free civilian supervisor?

Impossible. In that case, Jones would basically be holding the trumpet and shouting: "Look! I'll be a servant to Hydra!"

"What should I do now? I can't let them work in shackles, but what if they are released and they run away? Then I can declare bankruptcy directly. I don't have that much money to buy the dwarf again. And even if I buy it, there is still the same problem."

Jones was stunned and stared at the dwarf in the cage.

The dwarves also held the railings and stared at Jones quietly one by one.

"Or why don't we return all the dwarves?" Dora murmured in a low voice: "Return everything back. In this way, we only owe eight hundred gold coins at most."

"How do you calculate the eight hundred gold coins?"

Dora stretched out her finger and calculated: "Young Master Adele has 100,000 gold coins. We borrowed nine thousand gold coins from the bank, and the interest rate is 1,800. In total, we owe 110,000,800 yuan. If Young Master Adele is willing to help, the bank will definitely be willing to return the castle. In this case, we can return the dwarfs and castles and get 110,000 gold coins back. After paying it back, we will only owe 800 gold coins. Maybe we can solve the problem by looking for Miss Yilin again."

Jones looked at Dora who was seriously settled the score expressionlessly: "I just spent 5,000 gold coins to transport them, and these 5,000 gold coins cannot be returned. If we want to transport them back, we may have to add 5,000 gold coins. So, it is 10,800 gold coins."

"Okay..." Dora flattened her mouth and lowered her head helplessly.

Ten thousand, eight hundred gold coins, this was the castle that was destroyed before it even started...

Jones felt like he was trapped in a quagmire.

In short, there must be no way to turn back. Jones gritted his teeth and walked to one of the cages, coughed twice, and smiled: "Hello, I am your new master, Earl of Jones Dracula."

The dwarf who was picking his feet in the iron cage looked up at Jones in confusion.

This is a dwarf who is already gray, has a high nose bridge, has a big beard, and wears tattered clothes. He looks like a dwarf who is already quite old last year. There is a scar on the corner of his left eye. It is said that he is the head of this group of dwarfs, called a wine barrel. He is also the most expensive among these group of dwarf slaves, worth eight thousand gold coins. Because he knows exploration, has very good mining skills, and even knows smelting.

"Ahem, are you calling a wine barrel?" Jones continued to smile.

The barrel stretched and looked at Jones without answering. The dwarfs in other cages around were looking at them.

Dora's brows were frowning tightly because she felt that Jones was on the verge of bankruptcy. Although he had no money to break.

"Hello, wine barrel. We met for the first time. I hope you can live happily in my territory in the future." As he said, Jones continued to smile and looked at the wine barrel. The smile seemed very difficult and he couldn't continue to laugh.

After a while, the barrel finally responded. He picked up the fingers of his feet and smelled them, then looked at Jones meaningfully and stretched out three fingers: "I have three masters except for the slave traders. You are the first to say 'Hello' to me. And you look very young. Is there anything?"

"Hahahaha." Jones smiled awkwardly, and continued, "I want to discuss something with you."

"What's up?"

"I want to implement a new work system, that is, there are no supervisors, no supervisors, no one whips you, and urges you. If you are tired, you can rest for a while, no one will whip you. A very humanized work system. Even if the efficiency is slightly reduced, it doesn't matter. You will enjoy the same treatment as the blood clan slaves and can move completely freely. Apart from having no wages, it's exactly the same as ordinary jobs! Yes, that's it! Very good!"

Jones said vividly, and the wine barrel listened expressionlessly.

"Of course, you must make a promise to me, that is, you cannot escape! Yes, you cannot escape! In fact, it is not worthwhile to escape by slaves, right? You have slave tattoos on you, and there is a blood clan territory around you, and the possibility of you running out is very low. Once you are caught by other blood clan lords, you will not have such treatment. And if I catch you back, I will also cancel your treatment! How about it, are you stunned by my generosity?"

After a passionate speech, Jones looked around the dwarfs in the cages around him with a passionate look. However, the dwarfs looked at him coldly, as if they were looking at monkeys.

A gust of wind blew gently, rolling up a few fallen leaves.

It was quiet around and the scene became awkward again.

After coughing twice, Jones could only put away his extra movements and then turned his expression into as cold as theirs.

"Well... it's probably that. What do you think of this idea? If I were you, I would accept it. Because this idea is really great. Well, yes, that's it. What do you think?"

The dwarves were still silent. Jones looked at them carefully, and they were a little panicked.

After a while, the wine barrel touched his nose and said expressionlessly: "I guess you can't afford the blood clan supervisor, right?"

Jones' expression was obviously stiff.

Ten minutes later...

Jones slowly walked to the corner away from the dwarf, picked up a shovel, hesitated for a moment, and finally put the shovel he had just bought, picked up a stone, and threw it to the ground.

"Bastard! Bastard! Why can even slaves humiliate me? It's too much--!"
Chapter completed!