The Lich of Glory Knight Spirit: Moving towards Krimasha!-Chapter 259 - 17: The Love of the Blood Clan Lord (3)_2

"Sorry to keep you waiting," the goblin finally returned, wearing a professional smile and wiping his sweat, "Young Master Jones, you should have mentioned earlier that you are a member of the Adelle Brother Society. If so, there wouldn’t have been any misunderstanding."

"Was it a misunderstanding?" Jones asked, expressionless.

"Was it not?" the goblin sweated profusely.

"I just have one question for you. You knew I was the Lich King’s foster son, so why did you treat me like that?"

"I...I just wanted to sell that troublesome castle as soon as possible. I thought if you indeed had a significant influence, a mere Hydra wouldn’t be a problem at all. If not, I wouldn’t have any reason to favor you. It was a misunderstanding, really."

"I already said it wasn’t a misunderstanding."

"What...can I do to compensate you?"

"No compensation is possible, just wait to die."

Across the counter, Jones stared expressionlessly at the goblin. The goblin frantically wiped his sweat, cautiously watching Jones. The atmosphere was thoroughly tense.

When leaving the bank, Jones obtained ten bank certificates as he had hoped; each could be exchanged for ten thousand gold coins at the Sambo family’s bank. Yes, it was that simple. Just ten sheets stamped full and adorned with magic runes.

Jones originally thought he would need to hire several people and a few carts. After all, this was his first time seeing such "only the wealthy know" kinds of things.

Holding onto the ten certificates, Jones carefully slipped them into his pocket and headed straight for the slave market.

On the other hand, the goblin sneaked off work and rushed in the opposite direction.

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"Lord Adolf, you are going to get me killed. I provoked someone I shouldn’t have. What should I do? If he presses further, I’ll have to tell the truth. It was you who asked me to sell that castle to him."

In the small room, the goblin sweated like rain, on the brink of tears.

With his back to the goblin, Adolf stood by the window, extending a hand to slightly part the curtain, looking at the passersby on the street outside.

"Don’t worry, he won’t press you." freewebnσvel.cѳm

"Why? He was already suspicious."

"I said he wouldn’t press you, so he won’t."

"But he already threatened me just now."

*Adolf sighed helplessly, turned back and said,* "He won’t pursue it. He’s indeed angry, but he won’t fuss over a goblin."

"But what if..."

"No what-ifs." Adolf said lightly, his bright eyes exerting an unusual pressure, forcing back the words on the goblin’s lips.

"Alright," the goblin could only helplessly wipe his sweat, "Thank you, Lord Adolf, thank you."

As he spoke, he was about to leave but suddenly stopped, turned back and asked, "By the way, Lord Adolf, is it true that there is a gold mine in the castle’s territory?"

Adolf glanced at the goblin and softly replied, "Yes, so he’s very happy right now, grateful to you instead of pursuing you."

"Thank heavens. But, Lord Adolf, why did you sell a castle with a gold mine to him at such a low price?"

*Adolf said nothing, simply staring at the goblin in silence.*

The goblin quickly regained his composure, bowed apologetically, "Sorry, I asked something I shouldn’t have, please forgive me, Lord Adolf! Please forgive me, Lord Adolf!"

With that, he retreated step by step and turned to leave the room.

The annoying goblin finally left.

In the simple room, only Adolf remained. Helplessly, he continued to observe the street outside, sighed softly, and mumbled to himself, "The Lich King is a new phenomenon here. People here have no concept of the Lich King, they even think the Lich King’s foster son is not as good as a member of the Adelle Brother Society... Heh, hope that’s not actually the case."

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At this moment, the slave market.

"I want five, yes, five dwarf slaves! Ones who can mine! One must know how to prospect! All adults, males! And give me two hundred zombies suitable for mining! I need them now!"

In the bustling slave market, Jones had already started picking slaves.

The inner circle of the slave market resembled a plaza. Numerous slaves were locked up, shackled, caged, or chained in rows for selection. It was bustling.

Of course, generally speaking, there would be more slaves than customers present.

As for Jones, he could be considered a big spender today. Aside from those who buy special slaves, the slave market doesn’t usually have customers spending tens of thousands of gold coins in one go. After all, only newly developed castles need so many slaves, older castles, even if changing hands, usually have enough slaves, no need to purchase additionally. They usually supplement with a few scattered ones.

He was led to a room on the second floor. His attendant was still a goblin, another goblin, an elderly goblin merchant.

"Young master, are you establishing a new mining vein?"

"Yes, that’s correct."

"In that case, your ratio might be problematic. You need at least twenty dwarfs because you still need to prospect. If it’s early stages, zombies won’t need to be that many, a hundred would be more than enough. After all, many tasks are beyond zombies’ capabilities."

"But my family’s mining vein ratio is not like this."

"Your family’s mining vein has existed for how many years?"

"A thousand years or maybe three thousand years. As far as I know, the castle has existed for three thousand years, and my father bought it over a thousand years ago."

"That’s right. Zombies have unlimited lifespans; although their learning abilities are poor, they can eventually learn over time. Gradually, they can do more tasks. For older mines, fewer dwarfs are needed, whereas for a new mining vein like yours, more dwarfs are required."

"Um...then what happens when more time passes? Sell the extra dwarfs?"

"No need, the dwarfs will naturally die over time. They don’t have long lifespans. You might even need to supplement them midway. By the way, you only mentioned needing to prospect the mine, do you have someone to cook for the dwarfs and manage their living arrangements?"

"Do I need someone to manage their living arrangements?"

"Of course. Dwarfs are different from zombies, at least they need to cook. If you don’t assign someone to manage their living arrangements, they’ll have to manage it themselves, which will waste a lot of time and reduce their output."

"So...what should be done?"

"I suggest you buy some female dwarfs. They’re cheaper, not as strong, but they can help the male dwarfs with simple tasks and manage their living arrangements. There’s another benefit, they can give birth to little dwarfs."

"Um...little dwarfs? That’s a good idea."

"Also, a two-thousand-gold dwarf can’t possibly know how to prospect the mine. That must be experienced dwarfs. Such dwarfs are not cheap."

Adjusting his monocle, the elderly goblin merchant silently helped Jones modify his list of requirements.

It should be noted, luckily Adelle provided a hundred thousand gold coins, otherwise, according to Jones’s thinking, ten thousand gold coins wouldn’t be enough to get started.

Dwarf slaves, zombies, mining tools, Jones settled everything one by one, working until dawn to finalize everything. It cost a total of sixty thousand gold coins.

"Alright, now for the shipping fee. It’ll be two thousand gold coins in total. After all, it’s a three-month journey. The roads along the way are not good."

"Three months? That’s too long, can it be faster?"

"We can use the Blood Clan to transport for you, yes, flying them over. That would be much faster, they can arrive tomorrow. But the price has to be increased to five thousand gold coins. You understand, the Blood Clan’s wages are higher. How about it?"

After hesitating for a long time, Jones finally nodded, "Alright."

Mm, now it’s sixty-five thousand gold coins. Over three months, a gold mine should earn back five thousand gold coins, right?

Jones felt heartbroken beyond words. After all, although there were no interest charges, the debt still had to be repaid.

Hilde has day and night.

When the day had fully broken, Jones had just finished handling everything and paid the bills. He had no choice but to find a random hotel in Hilde and stay.

Lying in the coffin in the hotel, Jones found it hard to sleep.

*In just a few days, he had spent seventy-five thousand gold coins. Now, thinking about it, Jones still felt a bit fearful. At least for now, he had no stable income yet but already held a debt of one hundred eleven thousand eight hundred gold coins, and only thirty-five thousand gold coins left in hand.*

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