The Lich of Glory Knight Spirit: Moving towards Krimasha!-Chapter 278 - 27: Father and Son_3

When the Hydra appeared, the atmosphere changed instantly.

Count Dracula hurriedly stepped back a few paces.

The Countess, Susan, similarly retreated.

Dora and the dwarves, on the other hand, remained unresponsive.

Both sides seemed to freeze in a stalemate. Count Dracula stayed vigilant, his eyes widened as he stared at the Hydra. The Hydra, meanwhile, casually placed Jones amidst a group of dwarves, its nine heads coldly fixated on Count Dracula.

Jones, still choking on his sobs, stared at his father.

Dora swiftly ran to Jones’s side.

The Countess clasped her hands to her chest in shock.

Count Dracula glared intently at the Hydra and softly said, "Jones, come here."

"No!" Jones shouted.

"I said come here! Do you plan to stay forever with a Hydra?"

Jones didn’t respond.

The Hydra taunted, "And what’s wrong with staying with a Hydra? Sir, do you have some misunderstanding about Hydras?"

"This has nothing to do with you! This is our family matter!" Count Dracula roared.

"But since it’s happening in my domain, it has everything to do with me. I’ve already said, this castle belongs to me. This land is mine. Are you challenging me?"

Two of the Hydra’s heads opened their mouths, looking ready to strike.

Count Dracula, terrified, took another step back.

...

"I have a question," Adelle, hiding from afar, asked nervously. "When they start fighting, who should we help?"

"Uh... Young Master, I’m not sure either," the butler hesitated and replied softly. "If we help Count Dracula, we’ll certainly offend Young Master Jones, since he’s currently opposing Count Dracula even though they’re father and son. If we help the Hydra... helping a Hydra injure Count Dracula also doesn’t sound quite right."

"Exactly, that’s the problem." Adelle furrowed his brow and kept his eyes wide open, still staring at the scene. "Good heavens, what’s going on here? Who on earth should we help?"

...

"Jones," the Countess took a step forward and called out, "Come here at once. If you are still our child, you should come here. Not follow a Hydra."

However, instead of coming forward, Jones glanced around, then took a step back. The dwarves, understanding his intention, quickly moved to shield him. Some dwarves even rushed back to fetch weapons and started handing them out. Passing one to another, soon every dwarf held an axe, hammer, or iron pick in their hands.

Dwarves were far from weak. Dwarves had never been weak; they were the race that had defeated the human coalition forces in Dwarf Valley with inferior numbers. Though they lacked innate magical abilities compared to the Blood Clan, a collective of dwarves standing together had fighting strength that even Count Dracula could not easily overcome.

Count Dracula blankly locked eyes with Jones, a stray strand of hair slipping down his smooth forehead.

"What are you trying to do? Slaves attacking nobles—a crime punishable by death!"

"They are no longer slaves," Jones declared loudly, gazing directly at his father. "From now on, I grant them the status of free men. No longer will they have to save up to buy their freedom; they are free now. They can live freely within my domain. They are my employees. They are free, entitled to all the rights of free men. I will protect them!"

The surrounding dwarves were stunned, one by one turning to look at Jones, hardly believing their ears.

"Lord Jones..."

Dora seemed about to say something but was stopped by Jones.

In an instant, the scene divided into two clear factions.

Count Dracula, the Countess, and Susan stood on one side. The Hydra, Jones, Dora, and the dwarves stood on the other.

"Brothers!" Barrel raised his iron pick high and shouted, "Protect our lord! He is tied to our lives, our freedom, our everything!"

"Protect the lord!" The dwarves echoed, raising their weapons and shouting enthusiastically.

Jones stared at his father with reddened, tear-filled eyes.

Count Dracula gritted his teeth and glared back at him.

This had become a showdown between father and son; both sides locked in a tense stalemate.

...

From afar, Adelle was so nervous he could barely breathe: "Are they really going to fight?"

"I don’t know, my young master, I really don’t know," the butler stuttered. "If we help Young Master Jones and he reconciles with his father afterward, our situation would be extremely awkward."

"I really want to help Jones, honestly," Adelle muttered quietly. "He’s brave, truly. He’s every bit deserving of being my brother Jones. I’d like to stand up to my father too, though if it were my father, one Hydra might not be enough. It’d take ten Hydras, maybe even a hundred."

"Young Master, speaking like that is inappropriate..."

"I’m just saying, don’t take it seriously." Adelle continued to stare at Jones, his face filled with excitement.

...

Count Dracula’s mouth opened slightly, revealing his fangs, his eyes gradually turning red.

Jones similarly parted his lips, exposing his fangs, his eyes glowing red as well—a clear sign of Blood Clan gathering magic power.

At the same time, the Hydra’s nine heads began to tilt back; it was preparing to launch an attack.

Seeing that both sides were truly ready to clash, the Countess hurriedly lifted her skirt and stepped in between them. "No! You’re father and son! You can’t do this! Stop it, now!"

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