Humans may celebrate the New Year, but the vampire will definitely not.

Because of their long lifespan, the New Year is as mediocre as the first day of each month for them.

Will you celebrate the first day of each month? Obviously not, unless the first day happens to be the day of pay.

In fact, for the blood clans, they do not have any festivals, and it can be said that every day is a festival. This race, which is full of aristocratic extravagance, is always looking for various fun, enjoying and comparing in different ways. Time is so irrelevant to them - except when calculating interest.

Oh yes, so Jones cares more about time because he is being counted for interest.

"Mr. Jones." Dora asked in a low voice: "I think we should pay back the bank's loan first? After all, the bank's loan requires interest, but Master Adele's loan does not require interest."

"Since I have to pay the interest for one year, why should I pay it back early?" Jones looked at Dora expressionlessly.

Is Jones smart? Maybe. But if you are forced to his position, you will be so smart.

He only had 35,000 gold coins left in his hand, and there were other expenses in the castle at any time. He could go bankrupt because he could not bear it. In this case, Jones would care about the tiny bit of stay or leave. There was no reason to be fatal, and no one could take a child from him. The bank would not do it either.

Not only that, he also wanted to borrow more from the bank, but unfortunately he couldn't bear to face it.

It's strange, right? His face is pressed to the ground almost every few days, but he still maintains a certain degree of self-esteem. This is very difficult.

In the first few days, most dwarves were busy building their earthen houses. It was a kind of hemisphere, half on the ground and half on the ground, with a house with round windows. From a distance, it looked like a piece of the ground was arched, and it seemed like a pile of half buried spheres squeezed together, which was very distinctive.

I have to say that the dwarves are really skilled craftsmen. Although Jones does not provide any furniture and there is no place to buy things around, the houses they build are still very unique. Some dwarves even carves themselves for decoration.

"Master Jones, we need some carpet."

"Don't even think about it without carpets. Those deerskins will be used."

"Master Jones, we need some paint."

"No paint, don't even think about it."

"Master Jones..."

"I won't pay a dime, don't think about it." Jones refused all the dwarves' requests to improve their lives without any expression. After all, his room in the castle was empty, and he was reluctant to buy a coffin for himself.

After several rounds of negotiations, Jones finally agreed to provide the dwarves with only a little spice to make the food they made more delicious. Others, such as the wines that the dwarves care about the most, Jones only promised to seriously consider after the first batch of ores were sold.

However, he soon regretted it. Because the dwarfs drifted into the castle with the smell of spice barbecue and were smelled by Hydra...

"I'm very satisfied with you, really. Little Bat, you are an excellent servant."

"Madam, I don't know what you mean by satisfaction?"

"Of course it means the food you prepared for me. Before I even made a request, you carefully prepared the spice-added barbecue for me. I really understand me very much. Is it because I asked you to make delicious food before?"

"Uh, those barbecue are not..." Looking at the top of my head, staring at me,

Jones swallowed the nine huge snake heads that had already started drooling, and those bloody mouths. He swallowed his saliva, and smiled and said, "Yes, that's a surprise for you!"

Well, barbecue is fine, spice expenses have increased dramatically. The demand for spices for a snake head is equivalent to that of all dwarves. The key is that Hydra requires that every meal must be of this standard in the future.

Jones' heart was bleeding silently.

Dora looked at it silently, not daring to speak out.

Meanwhile, the wine barrel ran around the mountains and fields with several assistants and began to explore the veins. Jones followed the side every day in the armor of the Silver Moon Knights.

"It's been two days, haven't the exploration finished yet?"

"What do you think is the exploration vein? I want to explore it in two days?"

“How long will it take?”

"It will take at least five years for the entire territory."

"You're crazy! Five years!" Jones screamed.

"But it only takes half a month to explore the level that it can be mined." Jiuzhuo said with a wink and said, "Hehe, after just five years of listening, I heard it for another half a month, don't you feel very acceptable? Of course, it's from now on, half a month."

"Half a month..." Jones sighed helplessly.

"I found you follow us every day, even wearing armor in broad daylight. Have you done nothing else?"

"This is the most important thing for me now."

"No, you have something more important." The barrel took out a small bag from his waist and handed it to Jones.

When Jones opened the bag, he found a pile of gravel with yellow spots inside.

"This is the ore of our mine vein. You can first ask about the price and find a suitable buyer. Not only that, you also need to arrange transportation."

"Uh... buy a few carriages?" Jones asked in confusion.

"No, it's about arranging transportation, not buying a carriage." The barrel explained seriously: "The ore must be transported to Hilde before it can be sold. The road from here to Hilde is not easy to walk, it takes three months. We only have dwarves, blood clans and zombies here. Zombies cannot be used for transportation. They are too slow and will turn three months into one year. Dwarves cannot go. Unless you are planning to buy more, the mining area will be no one working during the transportation period. And the number of people is not enough, and at least fifty people are required for transportation at a time. As for the blood clan, it is even more impossible."

Jones was a little confused: "Then...how do other mining areas usually do it?"

"It is usually refining on the spot. Believe me, refining your 35,000 gold coins is definitely not enough. Or you can ask the buyer to come and build a refining factory, but it has to wait until we have completed the exploration and have the chips for overall negotiation. For transportation, you usually use goblins and carriages. You can consider hiring a goblin transport team."

"Goblin Transportation Team? I thought I was buying a batch of goblin slaves. Goblins don't seem to be expensive."

Jiuzhu sighed helplessly: "My young master, listen, no one can transport it with slaves. If you didn't offer tempting conditions, we would want to run. If you were responsible for transportation, it would be more convenient to run."

Jones was stunned: "Uh... you sound very well understood. But I still want to say that the conditions were not offered by me, but you proposed them yourself."

"I've been mining all my life, and it's normal to understand this." Jiu Chuan reached out and patted Jones on the shoulder, and said, "Go to the Hilde business district. You can talk about anything, but remember not to sign a contract randomly. Before signing, it's better to tell me first. Especially the price part. I also expect this gold mine to recover from its free self, so don't go bankrupt."
Chapter completed!