Starry Night.

Dora is delivering food again.

Flapping his wings, he flew into the mansion in a leisurely manner.

Two angels watched her from afar.

Soon, she flew into Jones's room and turned into a human form with a "bang".

It was pitch black.

"Huh, isn't Master Jones here?"

She took out the torch and lit the candlestick, then turned around with the candlestick.

"Ahh Because she saw Jones huddled in a corner and shivering.

"Master Jones, what's wrong with you?"

Shivering, his face was pale. Forehead...... In short, shivering, pale, and sweating profusely. The expression was contorted, as if it was going to die.

"Quick...... Give me blood. Jones shuddered slightly and stretched out his hands.

Dora hurriedly took out the kettle containing the blood, and then she saw Jones rush to her like a junkie, snatch the kettle, pull the lid and drink it "gurgling".

After drinking, he wiped his mouth, turned around and asked Dora, "It smells of wine again." Forget it, no matter what, it's still ...... Anything else?"

Dora had never seen Jones breathe so quickly, so she could only quickly nod her head: "I'll get it now!"

......

Two hours later.

"This one is so sweet, not only have I drunk alcohol, but I also have diabetes...... Forget it, no matter, hurry up!

"Good!"

The two angels watched in silence as Dora flew away again.

......

Another two hours.

Jones finally relented, and sat against the wall, staring blankly at the ceiling.

"What's wrong with you, Lord Jones?" asked Dora, cautiously.

"Fool. Jones spitted out two words weakly.

"Fools again? Didn't Master Jones say that fools don't happen every day?"

"But I found out that the fool has time every day! He played knight games with the children for a day today. Can you believe it? He also made flags and armor for his children, fifteen children! Fifteen! To form a knighthood! What the hell are all the knights now? He took me and let me wear the armor and bask in the sun for a day, and said that he would take me to church tomorrow to pray! Oh my God! A praying blood, can you imagine? I have never been to church since I was so old!"

"Poof. ”

Jones jerked his head up, and Dora looked at him with a blank expression.

"What did you just do?"

"Dora didn't do anything. ”

"You're smiling?"

"No, Dora didn't!"

"You actually laughed! You laughed at such a tragic thing? Do you have sympathy for you!" Jones burst into tears. After holding back the tears for a day, I couldn't hold it back: "It's too much! How can you do this! I spent a day in the sun, and you still laugh at me!"

"Don't cry, Lord Jones. ”

"Don't touch me!"

"Good way~"

"Don't touch my head!"

"Lord Jones, hug, don't be sad. ”

"Roll ——!"

Eventually, Jones relented.

"Lord Jones, is it really necessary to let His Majesty send troops?" asked Dora in a low voice.

Jones choked up and gritted his teeth and said, "No, what's the use of sitting unstable as a duke? The storms I have experienced today are all gifts from heaven to make me grow stronger! Nothing can stop me from becoming the King of the Blood Clan! No!"

......

The next morning, Gray knocked on Jones' door early.

"Son, let's go to service!"

The Böshir family has their own private chapel in the castle, which is magnificent and magnificent, although usually no one comes. It seems that most of the people of this era have faith that stays on their lips. Except, of course, Gray, if Gray could be called a "human".

Unlike the previous pastors, this pastor was overjoyed by Gray's arrival.

"Then again, I had one day off yesterday, and you had a whole more knight order in just one day?"

Yes, right behind Gray, not only Jones and Shelley, but a whole bunch of urchins, oh, and the Skeleton Horses, who were praying reverently. The priests laughed. It's a miracle that these naughty boys, who are all over the world, can sit in the church in peace, and even non-human creatures come!

"Maybe I'm going to embark on an adventure in the future, and for that, I'll need heroic companions. Gray said earnestly.

"But they're still kids. ”

"Every adult was once a child, and one day they will grow up. ”

"How long will that take?"

"A little bit. ”

Well, ten years, twenty years? That's a little bit for the lich. The black cat is too lazy to say it.

"Mr. Pastor, Mr. Pastor, I have a question for you!" a child asked.

Say. ”

"Mr. Reverend, can you perform holy arts?"

"Uh...... I guess I can. In fact, every believer is able to perform holy arts, which is empowered by the Holy Spirit. As long as you're religious enough, then you can cast it. ”

"But why haven't I ever seen anyone do it?"

"For the light of the Holy Spirit has shone upon every land, and there is little evil in this world. It is only when it comes to fighting evil that the Holy Spirit gives people the right to use holy arts. ”

"When is the time to fight evil?"

"I can't say this, I have to feel it with my heart. The priest said mysteriously.

"What if I don't have the heart?" asked Gray the black cat.

"Don't ask me, how do I know. Maybe you can pinch one out of mud, pretty much anyway. The black cat replied with a blank face, "And you know holy arts yourself, don't you?"

As for Jones......

I thought it would be better today, but the reality is that today is worse than yesterday!

The good news is that this Sunday, they go to church and don't need to wear armor against the sun anymore.

The bad news is that in order to show its bright attributes, the church has set up large floor-to-ceiling windows, and the lighting is so good that it is no different from the outside. In addition, there are many sculptures, especially the one hanging in the middle and smiling obscenely!

It felt like saying, "Child, I've seen through you, you're a blood clan, right? It's okay, let's believe in the Holy Spirit and feel the warmth of love!"

This world is so crazy that even the gods look so obscene.

Gray and the black cat chattered, and it stands to reason that although the Bloods were only half undead and could not understand the black cat's words, the cat's meow must be audible. After all, Shelley can hear it, right?

However, Jones's condition couldn't be worse, he was cold, he broke out in a cold sweat, and he didn't even have the slightest strength. So much so that I didn't bother with the problem of meowing cats at all.

He's already going to collapse.

Oh no, maybe it's already collapsed.

As he was leaving, the priest pulled Gray aside and whispered, "Baron Gray, my admiration for you is second only to the Holy Spirit. I thought you were just a valiant knight, but I didn't expect you to be a pious knight. A pious knight like you should be recognized by the Holy See. ”

"You mean, you're going to help me apply for a silver cross?" Gray was thrilled at the thought of adding a new pattern to his badge. He was worried that his badge was too simple.

"Yes, that's probably what it means. However, I hope you will come to the church more often and become a volunteer. You know, there are so few devout people right now, we are short of manpower, and we especially need your help. Just like today, with a group of children, sowing the seeds of faith for the Holy Spirit. ”

"I understand, I'll come every day from now on!"

"No, no, no, not every day. Every week it's fine. The pastor smiled.

Gray was excited, but Jones wanted to die.

......

It was night again, and the two angels watched from afar as Dora staggered towards the mansion with three jugs.

"I'll tell you, he's really stupid, he's got a problem with his brain! He actually prepared a week's schedule for me, you know? I went to church on Sundays, I learned to ride horses on Mondays, I practiced swords on Tuesdays, I went out on Wednesdays to do good deeds, and I studied knightly novels on Thursdays. I think he really wants to be my dad!"

Jones slammed the kettle on the ground, and said indignantly: "And that woman, too, is sick! She actually said that she wanted to experience what it was like to be a girl, and asked me to learn to do housework on Friday and dance on Saturday! The key is ...... Oh my God! He actually wants me to wear women's clothes? I wear armor to bask in the sun from Sunday to Thursday, and I wear women's clothes from Friday to Saturday to do housework...... Have the human race fallen to such a point now? No one cares about them!"

At the end, Jones burst into tears.

He was aggrieved, sad, tired, painful, ashamed, seriously unwell, and in danger of his life.

Dora blinked and listened quietly.

"Can't wait any longer, I'll torture them to death...... You tell the dead old man of the king to hurry up! I can't wait!"

"But didn't Lord Jones say that you should be ready to act? ”

"Now things have changed, every day! You know? He wants to torture me every day! If I die! What is the point of being a duke!"

"Okay......" Dora nodded helplessly.

......

Early the next morning, Irene received an urgent letter from the Lion King. King Baird VI has acted! He sent a letter to all his subjects, asking them to lead their troops as quickly as possible to assemble in the lion king's capital. Yes, all.

"Time is running out, let's prepare for a decisive battle! The army of the Gruglu family will definitely arrive before the king!"

"Thank you, Uncle Gruglu!"

......

Starry Night.

The two angels watched from afar as Dora flew into the mansion with five jugs of water with difficulty. I dropped one halfway through and picked it up in a hurry.

Jones was crying so much that he couldn't breathe.

"Woooooooooo......oo He said he could learn how to ride a horse, but he didn't have a horse at all! He asked me to 'ride a horse' and fight with a bunch of children. Do you know how hot the sun is? I'm like this, and he won't let me go! Is he still human? You tell him to hurry up!"

"However, he had already given the order to wait for the other troops to assemble. ”

"Assemble what? Assemble to collect my body? I said immediately! Don't you understand?"

"Okay......" Dora said helplessly.

......

Soon, Irene received an urgent letter from the Lion King. King Baird VI, with his own direct troops, set off directly. The order given to the nobles was also changed to go directly to the front, that is, to assemble directly to the border of the Duchy of Beshir.

Ireen and Count Gruglu were stunned.

"What is he trying to do?"

......

"Hurry up, when will he arrive!"

"The king said that the route of the insurance will take half a month. ”

"What about the uninsured? What about the uninsured? Hasn't he thought about the uninsured route?"

"Do you want to go the uninsured route?"

......

"The king decided to take his troops through the marshes during the rainy season?" said Irene.

......

"I'm dying...... It's true. Will you let that dead old man wait for me to collect his body?"

"Dora...... Dora told him to hurry up!"

......

"The king's troops have lost even their baggage?" said Irene.

......

"Why should I come here myself, why?" Jones lay in Dora's arms, crying tears of remorse: "Just let me die, this is God's punishment for me." ”

Dora was terrified.

......

On a starry night, just north of the White City, in a distant swamp, a gray-haired old man was struggling, leading his embarrassed army to the south.

"Fast, how fast?" he looked at Dora, who was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, and began to wonder if he would die before he could gain eternal life.

After thinking about it for a while, he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay!"

......

"The king marched day and night...... Is he crazy?" Holding the secret letter, Irene couldn't believe her eyes.

Count Gruglu muttered to himself, "One order a day, I think, someone is forcing him." Who could it be? Is it not as simple as we thought it would be? And who is behind it?"

Yes, there really is, but even if you are as cunning as Count Grugru, you must not have thought that the "man behind the scenes" is enduring the motherly love of a stepmother, wearing women's clothes, and washing clothes in the courtyard less than a hundred meters away from them.

Aggrieved, weak, helpless figures and piles of clothes. While washing and wiping his tears, he scolded in his mouth: "You wait for me! Wait for me! One day, I want you to look good!"

Jones. Dracula, an underage vampire with a noble surname, well, this is probably the saddest boss in history.