At this moment, the expression on Count Dracula's face was extremely complicated, and he looked at Adal in surprise.

Adair was so blushed that he almost wanted to find a hole to get in, but he still insisted and looked at Count Dracula.

Dora's head next to her was almost down.

As for Jones, well, Jones had no expression on his face and then sweated wildly.

After turning around, Count Dracula turned into a bat and hovered in the air. He looked in through the castle window and found that Hydra was also looking at him from afar. And nine heads took turns to watch.

The two sides just looked at each other.

Jones lowered his voice and said to Adair: "Why did you say such a magical ban?"

"How did I know you would let your father in? Are you crazy? There is a Hydra with freedom of movement, but you actually let him in? I have to add a ban on werewolf!" Adair roared and roared.

“What should I do now?”

"How do I know what to do? I can't make it up anymore."

"If you can't make up, I may not be able to come and help you manage the castle in the future."

"Is this castle mine? Why do you like this castle?"

"Shh! My father is back..."

Yes, Count Dracula is back, flapping his wings and landing in front of the two of them, turning into human form. The look of his eyes looking at Adale was a little wrong, and there was anger inside.

"Master Adele, it's not appropriate for you to ask my son to help you manage such a castle? He is only seventy-three years old. I even think he shouldn't have to let him interact with you again."

Jones was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

"Uh...ah...ahhh, I, I don't think it's appropriate." Adair smiled awkwardly, almost knowing what he was saying: "Or, I'll put the ban on tomorrow? Sorry, I really just forgot it. It's my fault. The ban will be filled soon. I promise that this will never happen again. Or it's okay to put it now, I'll let them do it right now?"

"Yes, do it now." Jones quickly agreed.

However, at this moment, another voice came.

"What are you talking about? Should I get a ban in my castle or a ban on me?"

Nine snake heads stretched out from the main entrance of the castle in unison, and the sound of Hydra was filled with anger.

The blood tribes outside the door, including Count Dracula and Adair, were already scared and quickly retreated.

"Your castle?" Earl Dracula was stunned.

Seeing that the nine Hydra had slightly tilted back and was about to take action, Jones quickly screamed, "No! Madam! That's not the case!"

After shouting, Jones suddenly remembered that his father was looking at him from behind, and quickly turned around: "That's right, my father is like this!"

Oh, he remembered that Hydra was also looking at him, and quickly turned around: "Madam, this is not the case!"

"So, what exactly is it?" Hydra and Count Dracula asked almost in unison.

Adair had already covered his face and didn't know what to say. Dora lowered her head silently and took a step back.

Hydra's eyes were full of anger, and Earl Dracula's eyes were also full of anger. They were staring at Jones fiercely. Jones stood between them, and they all froze.

Silence, silence, or silence.

The wind blew gently past them, caressing the green leaves, making a rustling sound.

Jones was sweating profusely, and his expression began to distort, as if he was laughing, and as if he wanted to cry.

After a brief silence, the first person to speak was Adair: "Brother, I really can't help you anymore! Let's go first! See you another day!"

As he said that, he turned into a bat without waiting for Jones to answer and flew away with his wings. The housekeeper and the blood clan guards who followed him quickly followed with their wings one by one.

In a blink of an eye, the only group of blood tribes outside the castle gate were Jones, Dora and Count Dracula.

Dora's head was buried very low, and Count Dracula stared at Hydra vigilantly while glaring at his son. Hydra was staring at everyone.

Only Jones, only Jones is the most relaxed, because he has already sat down, his whole body is depressed, his eyes are a little dull.

After a long silence, Jones looked up at Hydra and said with a frustration: "Madam, can I leave this matter to myself? I promise not to infringe on your interests. I have never infringed on your interests. I have cleaned up the castle well, prepared food for you, and built a toilet. You should believe me. Don't you?"

The nine heads of Hydra were quietly staring at Jones, and after a while, it replied softly: "Okay, I believe you."

After saying that, he looked at Count Dracula again.

"So, what's going on?" Count Dracula roared angrily.

So, what should we do next?

Jones really wanted to struggle for a while, but at this moment, no matter what he said, Count Dracula would probably not believe it easily. At this moment, confession is probably the only way out.

...

"Wait, I'll leave like this, will Jones be angry with me?" Adale hovered in mid-air with his wings.

The butler flapped his wings and replied, "Maybe it will. But, Master, you don't need to blame yourself for this, you have done your best."

"I didn't ask you if I need to blame myself, I just asked you if Jones would be angry with me."

"Uh... maybe."

"Then we should go back, at least we can't just run away."

"But there is a Hydra there, Master."

Adair looked at a group of blood guards: "Can you deal with Hydra?"

Several guards shivered: "Young master, I'm afraid it won't work. We can't subdue it."

"What about saving Jones? If Hydra takes action, save Jones."

"This should be OK."

"Okay, then let's go back and see what's going on." As he said that, Adal began to fly back with his wings.

...

On the hillside, Count Dracula was roaring at Jones: "So, you bought this castle with a Hydra with a borrowed one thousand gold coins and nine thousand gold coins from the bank? This castle is yours, not Adare's?"

Jones nodded silently.

"You also borrowed 100,000 gold coins from Adair to prepare for the development of the mine? Are these dwarves the slaves you bought?"

Jones blushed and nodded silently again.

"Are you crazy? Why don't you ask me before doing these things? Have you asked me any of these things? Ah?"

The Countess had arrived, and when he heard the news, he was completely confused.

Susan had arrived, too, and was so shocked that she couldn't stop.

Dora shrank aside and dared not say anything.

Hydra listened from afar.

The angry shouts attracted the dwarves in the distance, and even the zombies came staggeringly, everyone watching, watching Jones being scolded by his father.

"I shouldn't be relieved of you. You have never been a person worthy of my reassurance. No matter what you do, you will cause trouble." After a little relieved, Count Dracula glared at Jones, gritted his teeth and continued to question: "How are you going to clean up this mess? Ah?"

Jones stammered and replied, "This... this is not a mess, you can make money here soon."

"How to make money?"

"There is a gold mine here, and Adolf has agreed to come and build a refinery."

"Who is Adolf?"

"Adolf Cappadocia, a friend."

"The Cappadocia family perished many years ago. You should use another surname, maybe I believe it."

"No, what I said is true. It's really Adolf Cappadocia."

"Listen, there is no gold mine here at all. The castle of ten thousand gold coins is not possible even if there is a Hydra living inside."

"No, there is really here!"

"Do you still want to argue?"

"Sir," said the barrel, "I don't know much about what's going on, but I swear by my more than a hundred years of exploration experience that there is indeed a gold mine here."

"Shut up!" Earl Dracula turned his face and pointed at the barrel and roared: "It's not the turn of the master to interrupt!"

"He is no longer a slave!" Jones turned his face away and dared not look at his father, but gritted his teeth and said, "I have signed an agreement with him. He is a dwarf with free body!"

Count Dracula was stunned again: "You gave him freedom? Didn't he buy it?"

“I bought it right…”

"Then why do you want to give your slaves free? And sign an agreement? Are slaves qualified to discuss conditions with their masters?"

"But he is different. He can help me make money. I give him freedom to help me make money better."

"What about the money? Have you made a penny back?" Earl Dracula roared out.

The whole world is quiet.

The barrel returned silently to the dwarf.

Jones stood quietly, lowered his head, and clenched his fists. For some reason, the fear and hesitation in his eyes gradually faded away, but instead he became a kind of dullness and despair. He quietly stared at the empty ground in front of him.
To be continued...