"What did you learn when you went to the human world, and did you forget even the most basic etiquette?"

"It doesn't matter if you believe in the religion of mankind, you are even tainted with the vices of mankind. Do you remember being a Bloodline?"

"It's okay to let the lich take him as an adopted son, after all, your adoptive father does have a lot of prestige, so I will put up with it. Now you're molesting your cousin! She's already your fiancée, and you can't bear it for more than a hundred years?"

"No, father, it's not like that!" Jones defended, "it was that bad woman who wronged me! I didn't do anything! I didn't get into any human vices!"

"You've learned to lie to your parents?" said Count Dracula's eyes.

Jones was stunned.

The Countess said with a sad look on her face, "My dear. As soon as he entered, I smelled a pig stench. ”

After speaking, he turned his back on his face.

Yes, "lying to his parents" is a real hammer, Jones was stunned!

Count Dracula roared, "Tomorrow's engagement is cancelled! The service is cancelled! I'll send a letter to my relatives now, tell them not to come! Stay in your room and think about what you've done! Don't eat until you think clearly!"

As he spoke, Count Dracula tugged at his collar and pulled Jones up from the ground. The two faces were almost together. Count Dracula's eyes widened, his fangs bared, and he said viciously, "Also, don't let me hear any more stupid things like 'conquer the world', our family is about to become the laughing stock of our relatives." You don't know how worried your mother and I are that you won't be able to marry a wife, and you finally persuaded my sister to marry your cousin to you, and you actually molested her...... I'm so disappointed in you. As a father, I've always been very accommodating to you, but that's the end of it!"

With that, Count Dracula threw Jones to the ground, threw off his cloak, and strode away.

The Countess gave Jones a cold look, got up, and left.

Jones sat dumbfounded, standing next to Dora, who had just arrived and had no idea what was going on.

Jones's eyes were glazed over, as he looked at the fire in the burning fireplace in front of him, tears welling up in his eyes.

Dora cautiously asked, "Master Jones, are you alright?"

Jones didn't react at all.

Dora carefully rubbed his fingers again.

"Master Jones...... Are you alright?"

"I ...... Shouldn't you come back?" Jones asked, choking up.

Seeing that Jones could still speak, Dora breathed a sigh of relief: "How come? Lord and Madame have been looking forward to your coming home." ”

"But I've only been home for less than four hours, and I'm already being scolded...... Also grounded. I must not have been their own......" Jones began to cry as he cried, tears falling down his face.

Dora was frightened: "How can it be? The lord and the lady are like this because they love you! Dora is envious!"

"Really?" Jones looked over at Dora.

Dora was stunned for a moment, and could only whisper: "Although sometimes...... I want to laugh too. ”

The white light reflected on Jones's face, and a thunderclap exploded.

"You're still laughing at me...... Wow——!" Suddenly, Jones cried even harder: "I'm going back to Salted Fish Harbor! I'm going back to Salted Fish Harbor! Salted Fish Harbor is my home, not here! Wow ——!"

"Don't cry, Lord Jones, Dora is wrong!"

"Get out of here!

"Lord Jones hug, Lord Jones is ......"

"I said don't touch me, you get out of here!"

Dora is quickly pushed out the door.

With a bang, the door shut.

Jones faced the door, desperately holding back his tears, but he couldn't hold back at all, and the more he cried, the more he cried.

The first day Jones came home, and that was it.

The sun rises and a new day arrives.

However, this has nothing to do with the Dracula's castle. After all, they are in a "bad" position where it is difficult to see the sun all year round.

The wind outside the window was still howling, and even a light snow was falling, just like Jones's mood, it was cold to the bottom.

After a night of "deep thought", Jones decisively picked up his pen and wrote a letter to Gray asking for help. After all, how could the Silver Moon Knights tolerate their members being wronged to such an extent? This is a matter of the knight's reputation! Especially now that the Silver Moon Knights already have a "fourth detachment," which can be described as extremely powerful. Even all the Bloodlines combined can't beat it.

However, when he finished writing the letter with righteous indignation, the scene of the knights coming from thousands of miles to mock him slowly came to his mind, especially the dwarves......

"Jones, rest assured, we are brothers who fight together, and you can always come to us no matter what difficulties you encounter. Diaper changes are included. ”

Oh, that's so thankful. Originally, after staying up for this time, I could go back to Salted Fish Port to continue the waves, but after such a toss, I am afraid that I will not be able to go back to Salted Fish Port.

Unable to hold back a shudder, Jones silently crumpled the written letter and threw it into the paper basket.

"Ah——! what the hell should I do!" Jones suddenly found himself in a worse situation than Gray, who had not yet unmasked.

Yes, it's bad.

If he summons the Silver Moon Knights to deal with these parents, he will definitely laugh off his big teeth. And the short-lived blood clan in the Tiantian family will definitely not approve of his grand plan.

This is the sorrow of being an alien. It's not the right thing to do, unless you're strong enough, like Gray is right now. Jones, however, is clearly not yet.

Not everyone will burst out with strong mental strength and fierce resistance in the face of adversity like Gray. For example, Jones, who is strong on the outside and dry in the middle, will choose to compromise and swallow this bitter fruit.

......

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

"Really?" said Count Dracula, who was writing a letter, and glanced up at Jones.

"Yes, very profound. I have recognized my mistake and will never do it again. ”

"For example?"

"Forehead ......"

"Aren't you already deeply aware of your mistakes, why can't you even say what you are doing?"

"I ...... I'm not going to molest my cousin anymore. When he said this, Jones's face was so red that he almost wanted to find a hole to drill into.

"What else?"

"Won't drink pig blood anymore. ”

"Probably more than that?" said Count Dracula, putting down his pen, straightening up and leaning back in his chair, looking at Jones with a blank expression.

"And ...... No prayer, no worship, no conquest of the world. Jones, who had already broken the jar, simply admitted it all. Anyway, if you apologize to your father, you won't lose a piece of meat.

"I have no objection to prayer and worship, after all, your adoptive father is a Holy Light Lich. Pulling out a note from the pile of papers next to him, Count Dracula whispered, "I just received news that your adoptive father has become the Lich King. ”

"That was more than a month ago. ”

"Oh, yes? Looks like my news came a little late. He also defeated the Angel Legion in Salted Fish Harbor?"

"That was four months ago, and I'm here. ”

"The Lich Council is completely on his side?"

"Yes. ”

"How did he do it?"

Jones hung his head and said, "This ...... It's hard for me to explain it to you. Anyway, a lot happened, and I was very surprised and incomprehensible. But in short, he did. ”

"So you're now the adopted son of the Lich King?"

"Yes. Also, what my father asked me to tell him about the attitude of the human race towards the Bloodline has been completely resolved. Humans have no prejudice against lichs now, let alone the Bloods, at least in the South. ”

Count Dracula looked at Jones in amazement, and Jones blinked at him.

"Okay, it's okay, you can go out. ”

"Yes, Father. ”

"No, you wait. ”

"Well, father, is there anything else?"

"Tomorrow is your Cousin Lipika's birthday, and Cousin Susan will go too. I hope you will use this opportunity to mend your relationship well, and preferably to make your aunt change her mind. You know what I mean?"

Jones silently stared at his father.

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

"No, I couldn't agree more. My father was right. Jones bowed respectfully, expressionless, and exited the door.

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

"What are you going to do, Lord Jones?" asked Dora, eagerly.

"Do so. Jones replied casually.

"Isn't Master Jones very much hated Cousin Susan? and she has wronged you like this...... Also, you said she didn't want to get engaged either......"

"Yes, that's why I'm doing it. Jones, who had a calm face, suddenly gritted his teeth and said: "I suddenly figured it out, what does it matter if you get married or not? Anyway, it's more than a hundred years later." The point is, I can't let her get complacent! This guy! I'm going to let her suffer the consequences! I'm going to take revenge on her! It's too much!"

Dora reminded in a low voice, "But you've taken revenge on her before, and none of them have ......been successful."

"This time is different, this time, I have a careful plan!"

"What's the plan?"

"I haven't thought about it yet, I'll think about it first!" Jones said with round eyes.

“......”

Well, the goal has been set, but the plan is not yet there, which is really similar to his original idea of "conquering the world".

......

At this moment, Jones didn't know that he had entered the field of vision of some big names.

Northeast of the Colin Peninsula.

The extended, towering mountains look down from the sky like islands in a sea of clouds.

Maybe it's because of the high altitude, everything is covered in snow, like a huge, white sinuous dragon.

On the summits of these mountains, there are castles of various shapes. Each castle has gone through the vicissitudes of life and looks like it is 10,000 years old.

It is not easy to build a castle in such a place, and it is even more incredible to build a castle complex on such a huge scale. In fact, due to the high altitude, humans who have footprints in almost every corner of the continent have never appeared here.

In the dark, narrow passage of the castle, a young figure walked quietly with a magic staff.

He looked to be no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, with a handsome and emaciated face, short brown hair, and a standard blue mage robe. By ear, he wasn't an elf, he was supposed to be human. Of course, it could also be the Bloodline. After all, humans can't have such a young mage, but the Bloods don't need a staff.

Strangely, on his chest, there was a medal intertwined with a staff and a sword, and a line of small letters was engraved on the medal: "Krimasa Mage Alliance".

Sunlight penetrates through the gaps in the roof of the passage, creating spots of light.

After walking through several gaps, he finally came to a gate.

With just a slight pause, the door slowly opened, making a screeching grinding sound.

"You're here?" said an old voice from the depths of the dark hall.

"Yes, I'm here. With a step, the brown-haired young man walked into the hall to the very center of the main hall. There was a pillar of light that fell from the sky, and it shone right on him.

"I want to ask you for an identity. ”

"What identity?"

"Your children and grandchildren. ”

"Why?"

"I need to use it to get close to Gray, the Lich King. You probably don't know yet, do you? One of your grandsons became the adopted son of the Lich King. Of course, it could also be great-grandchildren, or great-great-great-grandchildren. He uses the surname Dracula. ”

There was silence for a long time before the old voice said, "This news sounds a bit unexpected. Of course I can give you such an identity, it's not that hard. But what are you going to do with it?"

"Approach Gray, the Lich King. ”

"You've just said that. I'm curious, what are you doing approaching him?"

"He is now the king of the undead, and it could even be said that he is the co-lord of the undead and humans. The truce of heaven and hell has been torn up, and next, the continent will return to the turmoil of the Third Age. The bad news is that we're not ready, the good news is that we may have a good ally. Of course, just maybe, I have to get to know him first. I can't be in front of him out of thin air, can I? I have to have an identity, otherwise I won't be able to explain my existence to him. ”

"Do you think the Lich King won't be able to tell who you are?"

"It's probably a little different than you know. The so-called Lich King Gray is just a lich more than a hundred years old, and his adopted son is only a blood clan less than a hundred years old. Reaching out to the Lich King directly can be risky, after all, he has a lot of old guys around him, but it's perfectly fine to reach out to that descendant of yours. ”

"This is another surprising thing, the Lich King who is more than a hundred years old, it is incredible. How was he chosen?

"I don't know, maybe I can ask the descendant of yours who became his adopted son. How? Do me a favor? I'm not going to let you do it in vain. ”

"Hehehehe......" the old voice laughed, "Why do you think I have to be paid to help?"

"Because of your 'greed'. ”

"Greed fades with age. When the life span is long enough, greed seems to become meaningless. ”

"Oh, really? That surprised me. ”

"Okay, I'll help you with this. Adolfo Cappadocia, this is your new name. ”

"Thank you. The mage bowed slightly and saluted towards the darkness.

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