Jones hurried into his living room with Dora: "Hello. I'm really sorry, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

It was a not-so-large living room. It was located on the tower where Jones lived, and it was impossible to be much bigger.

The walls on all sides are exposed stone bricks, which look very rough. A set of leather sofas, a log coffee table produced by the dwarf, a cabinet for storing beverages and food, and a small bar. In addition, there are some decorations such as armor and weapons. Ordinary.

The scenery is particularly good, and the balcony here can overlook the entire Giant Snake City. You can see it even when you sit on the sofa.

Of course, as a powerful blood clan lord, the living room seems a bit simple. After all, the living room of Hildeadal is a hundred times more luxurious than here.

After a brief shock when he saw Jones, the envoy of the Senate quickly stood up and said respectfully: "Dear Lord of Giant Snake City, I am very happy to see you."

"I'm very happy to see you too. Please sit down, sir." Jones reached out and made a "please" gesture, and then sat on the sofa on the other side.

"Okay... OK." The envoy smiled faintly and sat down nervously. His eyes stared at Jones and looked up and down.

Jones was wearing a work clothes and sleeves on his hands, but his body was still covered with oil and debris. Even a drop of red stuff on his cheeks was covered with unknown things, looking like a child who ran out of a missed job in a poor family. He did not look like a legendary giant snake lord.

In contrast, the envoy was wearing a solemn black dress, exquisite pins, and gorgeous bow tie...

These two people are really inconsistent with each other.

"Dora, can you help us make a cup of tea? Just make the black tea given by Speaker Benedict."

"OK."

Following Jones's gaze, the envoy looked at Dora not far away. She was busy making black tea by the counter. Her clothes were similar to Jones, and she didn't look like a noble blood clan at all.

"Speaker Benedict is..."

"Oh, the Speaker of the Southern Union, we are friends. He gave me some black tea, but I don't drink tea normally, so I don't know if it's good or not. If it's not good, please don't be surprised."

"Is it the Benedict II who commanded the Southern Army of the Humanity?"

"Yes."

"Oh." The envoy nodded slowly, and it took him a while to recover. After thinking about it, he felt something was wrong and raised his head and asked, "Human tea... can we drink it?"

"Yes, but I have to add something. It was given to me by Adal. Actually, I haven't used it. He has given it to me for two years."

"What is Adale?"

"Sambo's kid."

"Oh." To be honest, the envoy's thoughts were a little confused now, and he didn't even know what he should say. His eyes looked at Jones from time to time, and looked around from time to time, looking into the distance through the balcony from time to time.

Under the night, the scenery of Giant Snake City looks extremely magnificent. It is so different from the vampire city-state he knows. Whether it is in style or inside, even the lords here are so unique.

Soon, two cups of brewed tea were delivered to them.

"Please." As he said that, Jones had already picked up his own cup and sniffed it, and took a sip: "Well, it seems to be really good. You can try it."

"Okay, thank you." The envoy picked up the teacup and took a sip, then fell silent again.

"Sir Special Envoy, you already know my name, but I don't know your name yet." Jones broke the silence first and said, "What should I call you?"

"Oh! Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself." The envoy quickly said, "My name is Done Morris. You... can call me Done."

"Mr. Tang En, my place is relatively small, please don't mind."

"No, your place is quite small, it is already the largest city-state I have ever seen." Looking at the scenery in the distance, the envoy's eyes were shining.

"I mean the living room," Jones explained.

"Oh, is it? The living room? Uh... it's a little smaller."

"Yes, but I only have this living room. Because I am too busy and don't have time to take care of it, so please don't mind."

"No, how could that happen? After seeing your territory, no one will underestimate you because of this living room."

"I'm not referring to this. I'm worried that you thought I had a better place, but chose to host you here, thinking that I don't value your arrival."

"No, of course not. How could that happen?" Tang En smiled awkwardly and lowered his head slightly.

He no longer remembered how many times he had embarrassing smiles after entering the door.

Perhaps because Tang En came to Giant Snake City for the first time, he was still a little shocked. He was a little confused about what he said to Jones, and he couldn't react.

After a while of silence, Tang En looked at Jones and said awkwardly: "Before I came, I thought I had made enough mental preparations, but to be honest, when I really saw it, the feeling was still different. This place was so amazing. The most amazing place was the city lord himself."

Jones looked at Donn with a smile.

After a pause, Tang En continued: "They told me that you are only 76 years old. Actually, I don't really believe it, really. Until I really met you. Oh my God... To be honest, I haven't really accepted it yet. At the age of 76, I'm over 1,300 years old. Looking back, what did I do in the past 1,300 years old?"

"Thank you for your compliment."

"This is not flattery, really. You are the child of the Dracula family, right? Heyman Dracula."

"Yes, he is my father."

"I saw him once, and it felt very ordinary at that time. I didn't expect... he could educate a child like you. It's amazing. To be honest, I already regretted not having agreed with him to let my daughter marry you. Of course, I know it's impossible now. No matter how much you praise your achievements, you can't be over-praise. The entire blood clan has never had a lord as young as you and so successful. I'm afraid there will be no more in the future."

Jones was embarrassed to be praised, and could only keep laughing awkwardly: "Then... Uncle Tangen, um... You know my father, I'm not sure if you should call you Uncle Tangen."

"It's my pleasure."

"Okay, Uncle Tang En, you came on behalf of the Elderly Association. Is there anything wrong?"

"Uh... I'm sorry, I almost forgot. I was hit here so much that I forgot even the real important things. I'm really sorry." Tang En suddenly realized and quickly took out a stamped document from the bag next to him and handed it over: "This is a notice from the veterans."

Jones took it with both hands and looked down carefully.

Don En, who was standing beside him, added: "The Elders will want you to attend the next hearing."

"What are you going to hear?" Jones turned to the second page.

"About trade, your achievements are undoubtedly amazing, but you must understand the trade. If you earn a hundred gold coins, then these hundred gold coins are undoubtedly taken out of the pocket of another person. Normally, there may be two people who are not satisfied, one is the person who pays the hundred gold coins, and the other is the person who should have received these hundred gold coins. Some people have opinions about you, and... it may be quite a lot."

Jones' eyebrows slowly frowned and looked at Don En meaningfully.

This is a bit expected. Of course, it just came a little early, although it may be too late for some people.

"Can I not go?" Jones asked softly.

"It's better not." Tang En coughed twice and said, "Before coming, I learned a little about you. You are the adopted son of Lich King Grey, and there are a large group of Lichs supporting you. However, the Colin Peninsula is the territory of the Vampire after all, and the Giant Snake City is on the Colin Peninsula. Moreover, the Vampire supports free competition, and the accusations against you are all false charges and are untenable. It's just a small problem, and you don't need to let him develop into a big problem. If you refuse to attend, then the nature will change."

Jones looked at Donn quietly.

After a pause, Donn continued, “I believe you have the ability to deal with any measures taken by the Senate, but it is not necessary, right?”

As he said that, Don looked at Jones and smiled.

Just staring at Don Eun quietly, after a while, Jones slowly laughed: "Okay, I understand. Time?"

"There is it on it." Don pointed at the document in Jones's hand.

"I will attend, please rest assured."

...

A bat formed by a blood clan flew through the sky.

The blue moonlight shines on the Snake City and on the tower where Jones lives.

"Mr. Jones, I really don't think you have to pay attention to them." Dora said angrily, "It's so shameless. We are doing exactly what they set, even more serious and better than them. How can they falsely accuse us just because we won? I don't think they can beat us."

"Dora, we cannot always think about war. If war can solve all problems, we should be with Ritchie in the North, right now, right?" Looking down at the documents in our hands, Jones whispered: "The pursuit of justice is to make everyone happy and happy, not to make them die in the war of justice. That is not what we want. As the city lord, I have the responsibility to avoid war and avoid the death of every inhabitant that may occur. And if it really hits that point, we will face many problems."

“What’s the problem?”

After closing the documents in his hand, Jones said: "One-third of our trade is with the Vampire Territory, and one-third of our trade with other regions is completed through the Vampire Territory. Among the funds investing in the Giant Snake City, fifty percent of the funds come from the Vampire Territory. Although the funds are not from the Vampire, thirty percent of the funds come from some merchants who have close ties with the Vampire. In fact, the real residents of the Giant Snake City only own 20% of the total assets of the Giant Snake City. If we will fall apart with the Elders, then we will immediately lose two-thirds of the trade routes and eighty percent of the source of funds. This is exactly what those who oppose us want to see."

Dora was stunned and slowly opened her eyes widened.

Jones looked at Adale, who was wearing a formal suit and leaning against the sofa.

Adair shrugged and said, "Our Sambo family must support you. But if you break up completely... I'm not sure. You know, after all, the other party is the Senate. My grandfather and great-grandfather are in the Senate. No blood clan can escape the mastery of the Senate, of course, you may not be excluded."

Jones nodded and replied softly, "Understand."

"Also, I know that the main force against you this time is the Gangro family. I heard that you rejected their request to enter the Giant Snake City. Maybe you should accept it."

"But then, the Sambo family's support for me will be reduced. Right?"

"Yes."

"So there is no difference." Turning his face, Jones looked at Dora on the side: "We have to admit that we are snatching everyone's business. The whole cake is that big. If we want to eat enough, it is impossible for us to feed everyone. Those who are not full will become our opponents. This is what we must face, and maybe we have to face it for a long time. Seeking balance in cooperation and competition and working hard to develop is the path we choose."

As he was talking, Guya, dressed in casual clothes, walked in and saw Jones, Dora, and Adair, and was stunned for a moment.

Who is Guya? Do you still remember the female werewolf? Yes, it is her.

"Is there anything wrong?" Jones asked.

"Mr. Wine Barrel." Guya said with difficulty: "Hope, I hope you can confirm the output and arrange it."

"Let's put it here, I'll see it later." Jones pointed to the corner of the table.

"Okay... OK." Guya nodded to Adair and Dora, smiled awkwardly, put a thick stack of documents in her hand on a corner of Jones' desk. Then she exited the door under Dora and Adair, and closed the door by the way.

"She can speak the common language?" asked Adair.

"Yes, although it's not very good, at least we can all understand what she means." Jones replied.

"Well... this is a female werewolf. You actually asked her to do civil service. It's a bit of a waste. But you are qualified to waste it, but it would be even better if you can waste it in other aspects." With a smile, Adair sat opposite Jones' desk with a wine glass and asked, "What are you going to do? I'm talking about the hearing."

"Faced with it head on." Jones took a deep breath and replied, "We did not violate any rules, which is our advantage. They cannot defeat us by existing rules. Unless they set a rule specifically for us."

"There is this possibility, but it is unlikely." Adale raised his wine glass high and said, "If they are so shameless, I support you to declare war directly. I don't want the surname Sambo, so I can hold you up."

After saying that, he drank the red wine in one go.

"Thank you." Jones replied with a smile.
Chapter completed!