The Lich of Glory Knight Spirit: Moving towards Krimasha! Chapter 240 - 08: Brotherhood (2)2

"Then what can you offer ?"

"That depends on what you need. For example, your little cousin. If you want, I have many ways to make her willingly co to you."

"Sorry, that’s what my parents want, not what I want."

"So, do you need to make your little cousin disappear?"

Jones was visibly stunned. Adelle spoke so casually, as if he were joking, but Jones knew he was serious. Frightened, Jones quickly said, "No, thanks, please don’t intervene in this matter."

"Alright, if you change your mind, you can tell anyti. You can also make any other requests, as long as it’s within my power." Saying this, Adelle raised his wine glass once more.

Jones also slowly lifted his wine glass.

*Jones had to admit, he suddenly felt a bit uncomfortable. If it were his old self, he probably wouldn’t have seen any issue with it. But now, maybe after following Gray for so long, he found he couldn’t stand this kind of conspiracy and the taste of seeing others’ lives as insignificant.*

*Maybe, this was the true nature of the Blood Clan. Darkness beneath their glamorous exterior.*

After sitting for a while, Adelle softly said, "Well, it’s about ti. It’s our turn to take the stage."

Under Adelle’s lead, Jones and Dora left the living room, descending step by step along a long, spiral staircase. Gradually, the surroundings began to change from the initial golden opulence to darkness and dampness. The rough walls even started to show droplets of water.

They kept descending until they reached the seventh sub-basent, where a large black iron door appeared before them—it was already within the mountain itself.

With a piercing sound, the iron door opened. Dim, red light greeted them. Before Jones lay an arena.

Indeed, an arena. At the center was a massive, flat platform, surrounded by steps that could just accommodate people.

Jones and the others found themselves about ten ters above ground level, standing on a podium with four chairs. Beside the podium were two slightly lower platforms.

At a glance, this arena could hold at least two thousand people. However, there were only scattered dozens sitting on the steps, while the two side platforms had been set up with chairs, occupied by six Blood Clan mbers in luxurious attire, among whom were two won. Judging by their appearance, they seed to be between 120 and 140 years old. With their servants, there were thirty to forty people in total.

At this mont, everyone was looking at Jones. The six Blood Clan youths who had been sitting also stood up.

Adelle gave a simple wave to indicate they could sit down, then turned to Jones and asked, "You thought I was going to make you duel, didn’t you?"

Jones gave Adelle a aningful look and nodded.

"Don’t be ridiculous, how could I let you duel? Unless necessary, nobles do not fight." Saying this, Adelle sat in one of the chairs and gestured for Jones to sit next to him, "The gladiators have long been arranged. Initially, I wanted to open it to the public, so the residents of Cyrus could also co to enjoy. But after thinking about it, I decided to seek your consent first. Also, this is our first brotherhood gathering, I thought it should be more private."

Honestly, the chair was a bit high, Jones had to jump a little to sit on it.

anwhile, two human servants brought each of them a glass of wine, placed on the table beside them.

"So, what did you an by helping build prestige just now?" Jones asked.

"You’ll see soon enough." Adelle smiled slightly at Jones.

A Blood Clan servant approached, respectfully saluted Adelle, then Jones, "Master, everything is ready."

"Then let the preparations begin."

"Yes." The Blood Clan servant respectfully saluted again and turned to leave.

Supporting his knees, Adelle slowly stood up and loudly announced, "Brothers, and of course, our two sisters, today is a good day. Our brotherhood has gained a new mber. Let formally introduce our brother, Jones Dracula!"

The brotherhood mbers applauded enthusiastically, though they also furrowed their brows.

Jones stood up and bowed to them.

"Introduce yourselves." Adelle casually said.

The closest to Adelle, a Blood Clan youth with white-green hair dressed in a deep green suit, stood up and respectfully bowed to Jones, "Hello, Jones. I am Adonis Jordan. My father is Duke Jordan."

"Duke Jordan has three castles, one of which will belong to Adonis in the future. Besides, Duke Jordan has substantial business in Cyrus. I usually call him Adonis or Ado, you can call him the sa." Adelle added softly.

Jones nodded to Ado in acknowledgnt.

Next to stand was a girl in a luxurious green dress, with the sa white-green long hair as Ado, and even a similar appearance, "Hello, Jones. I am Winnie Jordan."

"This is Ado’s biological sister."

"Biological sister? They look so close in age..."

"Yes, twins. Surprised? I was too when I first t them." Adelle said casually, "Next."

Winnie sat down, and the next to stand was a youth with brown hair, similar in appearance to Adelle but with a sowhat fierce look, "Hello, Jones. I am Cyrus Sambo."

Adelle lowered his voice, "Cyrus is actually my cousin. But, as I ntioned earlier, not every mber of the Sambo family gets to stay in Cyrus after coming of age. You understand what I an. Next."

The fourth to stand was a Blood Clan girl in a purple dress, with long black hair and a delicate face, "Hello, I am Belle Rizzo. My father is Count Rizzo."

"Count Rizzo owns two castles and has good relations with the Blood Elves, controlling a significant portion of trade with them. Next."

The fifth to stand was a frail-looking Blood Clan youth, whose skin was excessively pale, even for their kind, "Hello, I am Conne Bruch."

"There’s no need for to introduce the Bruhe family, right? No one does better in orc slave trade. Next."

The sixth was a brawny, muscular Blood Clan youth, "Hello, my na is Rasha Durand. My father is Duke Durand."

"Duke Durand, a wealthy duke with six estates." With a brief critique, Adelle continued, "Lastly, let officially introduce our brother, Jones. You all must be a bit puzzled upon hearing his surna, right? The Dracula family is ancient, and Dracula is a noble surna, but neither powerful nor wealthy. However, our brother Jones has another identity. His adoptive father is Gray Gruggle."

Everyone present was montarily stunned.

Adelle deliberately paused, then raised his voice, "The honorary chief arbitrator of the Human Holy Light Arbitration Court, the pope of the White Bone Holy Light Court, the Lich King, Gray Gruggle!"

"Oh my god!" The Blood Clan mbers imdiately exclaid.

Adelle smiled, "I know none of you like Liches, but you all know their power! And no need for to explain what a Lich King ans, right?"

Imdiately, applause erupted once again, much more enthusiastic than before. No one frowned anymore.

Jones helplessly sighed, smiling awkwardly.

"Today’s gladiatorial match is held in honor of our brother Jones." Facing Jones with a faint smile, Adelle said, "Actually, the correct na should be a slave gladiatorial match. You can place any bets you like, win and it’s all yours, lose and I’ve got it covered."

As Adelle spoke, the iron doors on both sides of the central platform slowly opened.

Twenty armored zombies wielding shields dragged out a rhino-like beast ard with their heavy chains, its body full of muscle.

From the other iron door, a girl in ragged clothes, barefoot and haggard, was pushed out.