Ideals are always full, and reality is always skinny.

Jones' life seems to be struggling repeatedly between ideals and reality.

After a burst of grief, Jones finally regained his mood and sat down with the dwarf to negotiate. After all, the debt still had to be paid back. He had no money to exchange for a group of dwarfs.

"I thought you would be grateful if I gave you such good treatment. But you threatened me in turn?"

"Why should we be grateful? Do you have any misunderstandings about the relationship between slaves and slave owners?"

"But, but if you are bought by other slave owners, will there be such a good opportunity? Only me! Only I will give you such a good promise! You should cherish me!"

"How to cherish it? Work hard to make you rich? There are not many slave owners like you, so I dare to guarantee that if you have money, you will be like other slave owners. We should cherish a poor slave owner like you and keep you poor?"

As he said that, the wine barrel couldn't help laughing. The dwarves in other cages seemed to be infected and laughed all of a sudden, and eventually turned into a burst of laughter.

However, this sentence left Jones speechless. He could only stare at his eyes and clench his fists and tremble with anger. If he could directly solve the problem with the Vampire Supervisor, Jones would still talk to them here!

Take out a pipe from his waist bag, the barrel lit the cigarette silently, took a deep breath, and spit out a mouthful of clouds and mist. He looked at Jones with a comfortable face.

If that expression is gone, probably everyone will think that Jones is the slave.

Jones was a little depressed: "You are a slave who actually has cigarettes? Aren't slaves not allowed to have private property?"

"It's not just cigarette, I also have wine. Do you want to take a sip?" The wine barrel took out a wine pot and poured it into his mouth, then wiped it, and burped it.

Jones was shocked.

Through the fence, the wine barrel looked at Jones expressionlessly and said, "Slaves are divided into many kinds, and physical slaves are the best to control. They are the least right to ask for anything. But I'm sorry, I'm not. Before, every slave owner would provide me with cigarettes and wine in order to let me work hard. You have to do this in the future."

"But you were still sold, right? Maybe it's because you asked too much that you were resold repeatedly."

"No, I sold it because he went bankrupt."

"Broken?"

"Yes, he's bankrupt."

"All three went bankrupt?"

"Yes, all three are bankrupt. I can't blame me. I can explore the veins, but I can't create a vein that does not exist. Of course, I'm also tired of being sold around. So maybe we can have a good talk. If we have a good talk, I can enjoy my old age with you."

This is a plague god, a plague god worth eight thousand gold coins. Jones was already convinced of this. However, he had no extra money to buy another one. So he could only ask, "How to talk?"

After coughing twice, the wine barrel hummed and replied, "You have two choices. One, treat us like other slave owners, whip us with a whip, and let us work hard. But I promise you that you will definitely go bankrupt. I have countless ways to make the veins go wrong, and you don't even know that it was me."

"If you dare to do this, I will kill you!" Jones said with no time to think.

"I hope you can bear to let it go when it really happens." Jiuzhu spread his hands, looking indifferent: "Don't forget, I'm worth eight thousand gold coins. What would you choose between breathing and eight thousand gold coins? You can't beat me, as the slave will depreciate if you get hurt. I hope you understand this principle."

Jones was so angry that he shivered. This was a threat, a naked threat!

Taking a sip of wine, the barrel continued, "You will go bankrupt, and we will only be sold to the next slave owner, and continue to live a unpleasant, but at least stable life. Of course, given that the conditions you just opened were pretty good, we may just keep you poor and not..."

"Stop!" Jones said bluntly: "Okay, I already understand the first choice. What is the second choice?"

"Smart! Since you don't want the first choice, let's talk about the second choice." Jiuzhu said with a smile: "The second choice is to contract me the mine vein."

"Contract?" Jones was stunned.

"Yes, contract." Jiuzhu said with his fat fingers: "Allow us to redeem ourselves. Yes, redeem ourselves and regain our identity as a free citizen. I can bring you good profits, but I will definitely leave myself good profits. Otherwise, how can we redeem ourselves? Right? If we can redeem ourselves, there is no need to risk running away, right? This is a good way to unify our interests."

"How much profit can you bring to me?" Jones looked suspicious.

"It's hard to say." The wine barrel spread his hands and said, "I have to finish exploration before I can tell you. I heard that you are a gold mine here, right? I can guarantee that you will give you a profit of no less than 20,000 gold coins per year. This is already a good rate of return. If the final exploration result is lower than this number, I will tell you directly. After all, I want profits, right?"

"That is to say, I don't even know how much profit my gold mine is?"

"No, you will know. We are only responsible for mining. The mined ore is sold by you. But the price for sale must be negotiated by you and I. If you can't give a price that satisfies me, I can provide a better buyer."

Jones was a little confused: "Purchaser? Why do I want a buyer? I still have to negotiate prices with them? Isn't it enough for me to cast gold coins directly with gold?"

This time it was the barrel's turn to be stunned, and he looked at Jones in confusion.

Jones took out the golden lumps he had dug up before.

Suddenly, the dwarves burst into laughter, making Jones's face turn red.

The wine barrel reached out to take the gold lump from Jones, took a deep breath, and said, "This is called natural gold, which usually appears in gold mines. But if you are counting on this kind of thing to make money, you can declare bankrupt now. There is very little natural gold in a gold mine. At least there is no more of this one here."

"Why can't I have too many of this one here?"

"Because of the terrain, it is impossible to have too many. If you mine gold ore, you either sell gold ore or refine it yourself. However, if you don't even have the money to buy a blood clan supervisor, then we can only sell gold ore. To be honest, I'm starting to worry now, what if you don't have a gold ore here?"

Well, some things are indeed understood by professionals. Jones's IQ was once again pressed to the ground to rub. The dwarfs' laughter became even louder, like a basin of cold water poured Jones from his head to his feet.

After a while, Jones calmed down could only ask, "I will sell the gold ore, right?"

The barrel smoked and replied casually: "Yes, if you can find a good buyer."

"Then how do we divide it? The 20,000 gold coins belong to me, and the rest belong to you?"

"No, there will be problems like this. We adopt a share system. After deducting all expenses, given that the gold mine is yours, we are still your slaves now, so you divide it into 70% and I divide it into 30%. After mining the first batch of ores, you must repay me as a free citizen. I will sign a loan agreement of 8,000 gold coins. You can pay you interest. This is done to avoid you from taking advantage of loopholes. After all, slaves are not allowed to own private property. I am afraid that you will not share my share by using this as an excuse at that time."

"fair enough."

"Then, the deal."

"make a deal."

Both sides shook hands through the cage, and the dwarves around them cheerfully clapped.

Although there are constant accidents and bad situations, at least an acceptable agreement has been reached in any case. Jones can still use the money in his hands to run without having to borrow extra money. Additional investment is what Jones is most afraid of at the moment.

When the tall veterinarians sent the second batch of more than 20 dwarf women who matched one by one, as well as the remaining pile of urgent mining equipment, he was surprised to find that the dwarfs sent from the previous batch were already wandering around.

Yes, I was walking around, completely unattended. The cages sent by the previous batch were piled up on the side, empty.

Some of the dwarves began to log and collect wood, while the other part began to hunt, make fire and cook, while the rest were already preparing for exploration. Everyone was busy. Only Dora and Jones stood there without any effort.

"Oh my God, young master, don't you need to take care of your slaves?" The tall vampire handed Jones the second list doubtfully.

"Yes." Jones took it expressionlessly and began to count it carefully.

"Aren't you afraid that they will run away?"

"They can't run, I've already subdued them with my personality."

"Personal Charm?" The tall blond was shocked and looked at Jones with wide eyes incredibly: "I really didn't expect that you looked so small, but you already had such great means. Is it magic? Mind control magic?"

"Yes." Jones silently signed the list and handed it back, still expressionless.

This answer immediately attracted a burst of surprise from the blood clans around him. After all, spiritual magic is the most complex and profound of all magic, and only the top blood clans can understand it.

Of course, Jones was calm in his heart for their amazement. After all, he had just lost 30% of the profits of the gold mine.

The delivery gers finally left, and everything finally became orderly. Every dwarf was full of energy. After all, what could be more inspiring for a slave than having the hope of restoring freedom?

The wind blew gently, and the branches of trees swayed in the wind.

Well, until one of the dwarves stepped into the castle.

"Wow! What is this? Hydra!"

"Oh my God! There is a Hydra in the castle."

"Help! There is Hydra in the castle!"

A large group of dwarves rushed to Jones and said unhurriedly.

"Oh, Hydra? I know." Jones replied calmly.

"Is it the Hydra you raised?"

"Is it the one who raised me?"

The dwarves were all stunned.

From afar, Jones had already seen Hydra poking her head out of the window. Helplessly, Jones had to walk over.

"Madam, they are my subordinates, I hope you don't eat them. I promise you that you will still do yours."

"I don't like eating dwarves, as dwarves hurt their teeth. But you'd better let them not clamor for me to sleep, otherwise I might not be so picky about food."

"Okay, as you wish, ma'am."

As a result, the three hundred meters around the castle was listed as a forbidden area and no one was allowed to approach. The dwarves honestly began to build their own houses, and no dwarves shouted that they would live in the castle.

After all, the best reason for such a big Hydra to live in the castle is that she cannot live in the castle. She may not see the sun the next day after sleeping and yelling. Except for Jones.

Jones insisted that the castle was his, and as the owner of the castle, he had to live in the castle.

Anyway, it was all the same. After the small episode, everything returned to order. The dwarves seemed to have changed their attitude towards Jones, at least not almost ignoring Jones as they did at the beginning.

Who would have thought that it was Hydra who helped Jones save face. Whether it was the blood clan raised by Hydra or the Hydra raised by the blood clan, it was not easy to mess with anyway.

The next day, the airship arrived and the zombies were delivered as promised. The dwarves began to allocate all the heavy work that did not require mental power but physical strength to the zombies. The construction of the camp was accelerated, and everyone was busy.

At the beginning, Jones would run home to have a meal. After all, he was extremely sensitive to money spending and was unwilling to pay the money that sent fresh blood from Hilde. Later, he simply ate in the camp. After all, there was only no human blood in the camp, and all kinds of other animal blood were quite complete. Jones, who had been used to drinking pig blood, pretended to behave for two days and then gave in. In addition to going home to sleep every day.

"I don't want my family to know that I borrowed money to buy a castle, nor do I want them to know that I'm mining."

"Why?"

"My father is fine. If my mother finds out, she will definitely worry a lot. She is nagging and annoying. So, we just pretend to go out to participate in various activities every day. Anyway, they will go out to participate in various activities every day."

"oh……"

"Wait, you haven't told my mother already?" Jones looked at Dora suspiciously.

Dora was startled and said quickly: "No! No! Dora has been too busy these days and hasn't had time to say it."

Jones looked at Dora expressionlessly and sighed helplessly.

In any case, the dwarves were doing their best, and everything seemed to be on the right track. Except for Jones, he could no longer refuse Adal's invitation to the Brotherhood.

In this way, in the midst of ups and downs, Jones ended the first year of the Silver Moon and ushered in the 2nd year of the Silver Moon.
Chapter completed!