Jones's life has always been full of ups and downs, and he has become more and more nostalgic for the days of Salted Fish Harbor.

In Salted Fish Harbor, he was Gray's adopted son, well, albeit an adopted son with no status, no friends, and no money. But at least he's an adopted son, and he's Gray's close guard, and in most things, his orders are equivalent to Gray's. That's not a high status.

Not to mention in Salted Fish Harbor, even in other places on the blood clan's land, others are also a "Young Master Jones".

However, when he returned home, he turned back into the original little blood clan, and there was no way to deal with his parents, and it seemed that anyone could rub him round and flatten.

This feeling is really terrible. You have to lie, and when you finish speaking, you have to be careful not to be exposed...... But there's still a lot of people waiting to expose him.

"I don't even know why I'm coming back, why don't I stay in Salted Fish Harbor and go home?"

"But Master Jones has to go home, doesn't you? Dora muttered quietly.

Probably in the eyes of all parents, their children are just children, no matter what. How to change the stereotype of their parents is a difficult problem for all children.

After a good bath, rubbing off all the dirt that had accumulated over the years, changing into clothes, getting neat inside and out, and spraying perfume, Jones was sent to Susan's cousin, the nasty little girl.

"Hi, cousin. Long time no see. In the dimly lit living room, Susan, who was as cute as a doll, looked at Jones and smiled.

Jones also looked at her expressionlessly, and exhaled helplessly: "Long time no see." ”

"Aren't you happy that your cousin has come to see you?" said Jones's father, who stood by and watched him.

"Of course, I'm very happy. Jones struggled to squeeze out a laugh, or a smirk.

Susan smiled sweetly: "Uncle, my cousin just came back, so he should be tired." ”

"He's so tired every day, even if he hasn't gone out all day, as if he hasn't woken up. ”

Jones listened with a blank face.

It's dinner again, and the Bloodline only has dinner anyway, and it never seems to be eaten at a fixed time.

The maid had already brought a sumptuous dinner and set a full table.

Dora stood next to Jones and watched.

In the firelight, the food shone brightly, but Jones had no appetite at all.

Susan looked at Jones with a smile as she took small bites with her knife and fork. That look was really ...... It's just that the demons are cuter than her. Yes, Jones really thinks so. At least Vivien is much cuter than Susan. It's better to have Vivien scold than to face Susan.

After a brief smirk, Jones began to stare at the food on his plate in a daze.

"Cousin Susan has already said that she has forgiven you, and not only that, but she has come to see you, shouldn't you say something?"

"Uncle, maybe my cousin just hasn't reacted yet. ”

"Jones!" Count Dracula's voice suddenly raised.

Jones had no choice but to look at him.

"Cousin Susan has forgiven you, what should you do?"

"What should I do......" Jones said speechlessly, "Should I accept her forgiveness?"

Count Dracula's eyes widened, and Jones was so frightened that he had to quickly bow his head and speak: "Thank you, cousin, I was wrong before." Thank you ......."

"Actually, I'm not mad at my cousin, really. Susan smiled, and then a slightly resentful expression suddenly appeared on her face: "I just...... A little scared. After all......"

"I've wronged you. The Countess said with a distressed expression, "We all know that it is Jones' fault, and we have taught him harshly." He has promised us that he will never do it again. ”

"Is that so? That's great. ”

"Who the hell are you born to?" of course, Jones would never have said.

If it weren't for the presence of Jones' parents, Jones would probably have scolded at this moment.

However, with both parents present, Jones had no choice but not to say a word. It's useless to say it anyway.

A meal took about half an hour, which was not long, but it was extremely long for Jones. During the whole process, he had to listen to his parents' sincere apologies, listen to Susan pretending to be aggrieved, panic, and occasionally be reprimanded by his parents. It's going to blow up.

When it came time for the last dessert, without waiting for the maid's help, Jones quickly got a little and put it on his plate, and without even eating, he took a napkin and wiped his mouth and said, "I'm full, Cousin Susan, father, mother, you eat slowly, I'll go and rest first." ”

After saying that, I got up and wanted to leave.

"Stop!"

Well, as expected, Jones's father spoke again. Jones had no choice but to bite the bullet and stop.

"Where do you want to go?"

"I want to ...... Go back and rest. After all, I haven't had a good rest for several days, and I have to go out again in the evening. So I want to take advantage of the moment to rest. ”

Count Dracula glanced sideways at Susan, hesitated for a moment before saying, "Go and rest." ”

"Thank you, father!"

Jones ran away with Dora.

"Let me guess what Dad was trying to say? He must have wanted me to spend time with Susan, go for a walk and talk or something. However, he suddenly remembered what had happened before, so he dismissed his thoughts. It seems that that thing is not all bad. ”

Walking briskly, Jones quickly took Dora back to his room and closed the door with a "snap".

Dora looked at Jones cautiously with her head down.

"Don't worry, this matter is easy to solve. All I had to do was write a letter to Adair and tell him to pretend the castle was his, and everything would be settled. ”

"And how do you deal with the hydra?" Dora whispered, "There's a hydra in the castle, it's too obvious." There is no way to hide it. And Hydra doesn't look like it's going to work with us. ”

"Uh...... If the castle wasn't mine, then Hydra wouldn't be mine. Although Hydra was never mine. Jones happily spread his hands and said, "I'll leave this to Adel to explain." The key father would certainly not run to ask him. Hehe, I suddenly found that Adair is so useful, he can not only help me top the tank, but also help me hide secrets. If you can't explain it, just don't explain it. I'm a genius!"

"Is it really that simple?" said Dora, worried.

Just as Jones was marveling at his wit, there was a knock at the door.

Jones was startled, and he was so elated a moment ago that he shrank aside and looked at the closed door in horror.

Dora's eyes widened as well.

"Cousin, it's me. Outside the door came Susan's voice.

Dora's eyes widened.

Jones coughed dryly twice and asked, "Is there something wrong?"

"Nothing, I want to talk to you. ”

"I'm sorry, I'm ready to rest. ”

"Open the door, it won't bother you for long. ”

"No, I don't. ”

"No, I'll tell my uncle and aunt that you're molesting me again. ”

"I didn't even open the door, don't go too far!"

"Open the door. Susan's cold, provocative voice was heard outside the door again.

Jones inside the door was so angry that he was about to explode, and his eyes widened.

Outside the door, Susan had already crossed her hands on her waist and put on a posture ready to fight.

The two inside and outside the door seemed to be at such a stalemate, and Dora was a little panicked.

After a brief silence, Jones finally exhaled slowly and forced the door open.

Susan tilted her head in a long orange dress and looked at Jones with a smile.

Jones stared at her with a hostile gaze.

"Tell me something?"

"Won't you let me in?"

"Could you please come in so that you have wronged me?"

"If I want to wrong, I can do the same here. As she spoke, Susan raised an eyebrow and reached out to push Jones.

Jones took a step back in fright, and Susan walked straight into Jones' room. After looking around, she walked straight to Jones' desk and sat down. Tilting his head, he looked at Jones with a smile.

Dora bowed her head to the side, not daring to speak.

Jones almost felt like his lungs were going to blow up.

This guy, even if it's bad, is he still so proud?

Taking a deep breath, Jones said, "What's the matter, say it." ”

Susan stroked the ends of her hair and whispered, "Actually, it's nothing, I just think I should talk to you." I heard your adoptive father is a lich?"

"Didn't you already know?"

"But I didn't know if he was the Lich King. ”

"Oh, so what?"

"The Lich King seems to be very powerful, the King of all Lichs?"

"Yes, so what?"

"So I think we can still think about the marriage contract between us. ”

Jones had a look of disgust on his face, "Oh, yes, why do I think my engagement has nothing to do with whether or not I am the adopted son of the Lich King?"

"Why do you think it's okay?"

"Isn't marriage just about love? there is no love between us, and there never will be. ”

"Love?" said Susan, sneering, "Have you read too many fairy tales?

Jones's face became more and more ugly, and his eyes widened.

Susan continued, "The Lich King's adopted son is not only related to your marriage, but it is a vital relationship. Because you seem to have the only condition you can get your hands on, and the others not only don't add points, but also subtract points, don't they? A Blood-Clan who lives in a poor castle, drinks pig's blood, and sings hymns to worship?, tell me which Blood-Clan girl will take a fancy to you?"

Jones took a deep breath, and his breath trembled. Clenching his fists, he struggled to hold back his urge to slap a ray of light above Susan's head.

Intentionally or unintentionally, she glanced at Jones's clenched fists, and Susan coughed dryly twice, then changed her words and said, "However, your performance that day was really okay." ”

"Which day?"

"On the day of the prom, I said the one you hit Pele. He asked me to tell you that I wanted to fight you again. ”

"Let him wait, I'm not interested in small fish and shrimp. ”

"Okay. Susan said, "Actually, I don't think you should pay attention to him." By the way, I heard from my uncle that you also joined the Sambo brotherhood?"

"Yes. ”

"And help the young master of the Sambo family take care of the castle?"

"Yes. ”

"Looks like you've been doing well lately, and you've grown a bit. ”

Jones walked over to the open door and glanced out, "Can't you see that I don't want to talk to you?"

"Oh, is it?" Susan was silent for a moment, then slowly stood up, her eyes rolling, and she smiled, "You gave up the chance to reconcile with me. But it's okay, I'll give you a second chance to reconcile, I hope you can take it. ”

With that, Susan slowly walked out with her skirt in hand. When he was about to go out, he glanced at Jones meaningfully.

With a "bang", Jones directly slammed the door shut: "'You gave up the opportunity to reconcile with me', is this woman sick? She wronged me, it's good that I didn't get angry, and she still wants to say: 'You gave up the opportunity to reconcile with me.'" 'Oh my God...... How does the brain grow?"

"Master Jones. Dora whispered, "Dora thinks you'd better ...... Talk to Miss Susan. After all......"

"I'm sorry, I can't swallow that. Jones said solemnly: "Even if you are in front of your father and mother, you still put on this posture in private?

But she seemed to want to reconcile. ”

"But I don't want to! I just want to get rid of her quickly, and I don't want to see her in my life if I can. It's not that she forgives me or I forgive her. ”

Lying in his coffin, Jones pulled the handle and closed the coffin lid with a "bang".

Yes, the coffin of the Bloodline has a handle, like a door. Easy to get in and out. It's not like a human coffin that only gets in and can't get out.

In the small room, Dora was the only one standing alone.

Suddenly, the lid of the coffin was flipped open again, and Jones sat up directly: "No, I have to get ready now." She's too bad to give her a chance!

With that, Jones turned over and left the coffin, walked to the desk, took out a piece of stationery, and wrote quickly.

"Take this letter, and as soon as it gets dark, you will go to Hilde and give it to Adair. Then immediately go back to the castle and give everything an account. I mean say yes to the dwarves. I'll procrastinate as much as I can. It's eight hours until dark, and I won't necessarily tell you again. But in short, unless I give you some new tasks, as soon as it gets dark, you set off and don't care about anything. ”

With that, Jones put the letter in an envelope and handed it to Dora.

"Yes, Master Jones. Dora obediently put the letter away.

"This time, I can't give in anyway, I'm going to fight that bad woman to the end!" Jones said to himself.

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