The Lich of Glory Knight Spirit: Moving towards Krimasha!-Chapter 230 - 04: Jones’s Marriage (2)_2

Not everyone would break out with strong spiritual power in adversity and resist fiercely like Gray. For example, Lord Jones, who is tough on the outside but soft on the inside, would choose to compromise and swallow the bitter fruit.

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"Father, I have deeply reflected on my mistakes."

"Really?" Count Dracula, who was writing a letter, looked up at Jones.

"Yes, very deeply. I have realized my mistakes and will never commit them again."

"Such as?"

"Um..."

"Haven’t you deeply realized your mistakes? Why can’t you even name the specifics?"

"I... I will never molest my cousin again." As he spoke, Jones’ face turned red to the point of wanting to bury himself in a hole.

"And?"

"I won’t drink pig blood anymore."

"There must be more, right?" Count Dracula put down his pen, straightened his back against the chair, and looked at Jones expressionlessly.

"And... no praying, no attending services, no world domination." Already resigned to his fate, Jones decided to confess everything. After all, apologizing to his father wouldn’t cost him anything.

"I don’t oppose praying and attending services, considering your adoptive father is a Holy Light Lich." Count Dracula said softly, pulling out a note from the stack beside him, "I just received news that your adoptive father has become the Lich King."

"That was over a month ago."

"Oh, really? Seems my news came a bit late. Did he defeat the Angel Army at Salted Fish Port?"

"That was news from four months ago. I was there."

"The Lich Council fully supported him?"

"Yes."

"How did he manage that?"

Jones said dejectedly, "This... It’s hard to explain to you. A lot happened, and I was very surprised and couldn’t understand it. But in the end, he indeed succeeded."

"So now you are the adoptive son of the Lich King?"

"Yes. Also, the matter you previously entrusted me to discuss with him, concerning the humans’ attitudes toward the Blood Clan, has been completely resolved. Now humans have no prejudice against the liches, let alone the Blood Clan—at least in the south."

Count Dracula stared blankly at Jones, who blinked back at him.

"Alright, that’s it, you may leave."

"Okay, Father."

"No, wait."

"Yes, Father, is there anything else?"

"Tomorrow is your cousin Lipika’s birthday, Cousin Susan will also attend. I hope you take this opportunity to mend your relationship with them, and preferably win your aunt’s favor back. Do you understand what I mean?"

Jones silently stared at his father.

"You don’t agree?" Count Dracula asked.

"No, I completely agree. Everything Father said is true." Jones responded expressionlessly, respectfully bowing before exiting.

As soon as the study door closed, he slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Lord Jones, what are your plans?" Dora asked anxiously.

"Follow through." Jones answered casually.

"Follow through? Doesn’t Lord Jones dislike Cousin Susan? And she framed you... And she doesn’t want the engagement either..."

"Yes, that’s exactly why I need to follow through." Suddenly biting his lip, Jones said, "I just realized, whether to get married or not doesn’t matter, it’s all over a hundred years away anyway. The key is I can’t let her be smug. That girl! I want her to reap what she sowed! I will get my revenge! It’s simply outrageous!"

Dora quietly reminded him, "But you’ve sought revenge before, none succeeded..."

"This time is different. This time, I have a thorough plan!"

"What plan?"

"Haven’t figured it out yet, let me think!" Jones said, eyes wide open.

"..."

Hmm, he set the target, but still no plan, much like his previous idea to "conquer the world."

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At that moment, Jones did not know that he had already entered the sights of some important figures.

Northeast of the Kolin Peninsula.

Pervasive, towering mountain ranges that look like islands amidst a sea of clouds when viewed from above.

Perhaps due to the extremely high altitude, everything was covered in white snow, resembling a gigantic, white winding dragon.

Atop these mountains, stood various ancient castles of different shapes. Each of these castles has endured the vicissitudes, seemingly having thousands of years of history.

Building a castle in such a place is not easy, constructing such a huge castle complex is even more unbelievable. In fact, due to the high altitude, humans who have traversed almost every corner of the continent have never appeared here.

In the dark, long castle corridor, a young figure quietly walked with a magic wand.

He appeared to be only around seventeen or eighteen, with a handsome and thin face, short brown hair, wearing a standard blue mage robe. Judging by ears, he was not an elf, probably human. Of course, he could also be Blood Clan. After all, humans couldn’t have such young mages, but Blood Clan didn’t need magic wands.

Strangely, on his chest, there was an emblem of a magic wand intertwined with a sword, with a line of small characters engraved: "Krimasha Mage Alliance."

Sunlight pierced through the openings at the corridor’s top, forming light spots.

After passing several openings, he finally arrived at a large door.

Just a gentle stop, the door slowly opened, emitting harsh rubbing sounds.

"You’re here?" Deep in the pitch-black hall, an old voice sounded.

"Yes, I’m here." The young brown-haired man stepped into the hall, heading towards the center. There, a beam of light from above just hit him.

"I want to request an identity from you."

"What identity?"

"Your descendant."

"Why?"

"I need it to approach Lich King Gray. You might not know this, but one of your grandsons has become the adoptive son of the Lich King. Of course, he could be a great-grandson or great-great-grandson. He uses the Dracula surname."

After a long silence, the old voice said, "This news is somewhat surprising. I can certainly give you such an identity, it’s not difficult. But what will you use it for?"

"To approach Lich King Gray."

"You’ve already said that. What I’m curious about is what you intend to do once you approach him?"

"He is now the king of the Undead Clan, and even, one could say, the ruler of both the undead and humans. The peace treaty between Heaven and Hell has been torn apart; the continent will return to the turbulence of the Third Epoch. The bad news is we are not yet fully prepared; the good news is we may have a promising ally. Of course, maybe, I need to understand him first. I can’t just appear in front of him out of thin air, right? I need an identity, or I won’t be able to explain my existence to him."

"Do you think the Lich King will be unable to discern your identity?"

"This matter might be different from what you know. The so-called Lich King Gray is just a lich over a hundred years old, and his adoptive son is just a Blood Clan member under a hundred years old. Direct contact with the Lich King might be risky, as he has many old fellows around him, but contacting your descendant is entirely feasible."

"This is another shocking thing, a Lich King over a hundred years old, truly unbelievable. How was he chosen? By drawing lots?"

"That I don’t know, maybe I can ask your descendant who became his adoptive son. So, will you help me with this? I won’t let you help for free."

"Hehehe...," the old voice laughed, "Why do you think I need compensation to help?"

"Because of your ’greed.’"

"Greed fades with age. When life is long enough, greed seems to lose its meaning."

"Oh, really? That surprises me."

"Alright, I’ll help you. Adolf Capadocia, that’s your new name."

"Thank you." The mage bowed slightly, saluting the darkness.

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