The Lich of Glory Knight Spirit: Moving towards Krimasha! Chapter 252 - 14: Small Goals (3)

Dora returned the next day with 1,100 gold coins that she said we don’t need to repay.

Including Jones’s own 52 gold coins, now they had a total of 1,152 gold coins. Still, they needed 48,848 more gold coins to reach 50,000...

Looking at the small pile of gold coins, Jones felt a bit desperate. *He had even decided to befriend the sea water and go out fishing every day to earn money to pay off his debts.* *However, is the plan to establish the Blood Clan territory ultimately going to die because of a lack of money?*

After pondering for most of the day, he finally made a decision that he could execute imdiately—sleep!

Yes, sleep, what else could he do but sleep?

It was evident that he hadn’t anticipated returning to the Blood Clan territory, much less wanting to buy a castle. Those years with Gray, if Jones wanted to earn so inco, acquire a title, or even get a small piece of human territory, it would have been quite easy. Not to ntion a baron, even an earl, there were plenty of people around who could hand one to him at any ti. Although the inco from a human territory was a lot less compared to a Blood Clan territory, at least he would have an inco, right?

Darren IV, who was only in power for a few months, had even attempted to bribe him with 100,000 gold coins. However, at that ti, he "viewed money as filth" and "righteously" refused Darren’s sordid proposal. Now wanting it seed a bit too late...

Dora softly consoled him, "Lord Jones, I think we can actually consider other solutions. For example, we could earn the money ourselves."

"Delivering packages again? Don’t even ntion such degrading things to ."

"Perhaps we could buy eleven zombies first, send them to the master’s mining area, and then... have the master pay them wages?"

"If so, it would probably take us ten years to earn back the 1,100 gold coins we spent. And the mine doesn’t exactly lack zombies."

With a "bang," Jones closed the lid of his coffin, sulking inside.

"Lord Jones? Lord Jones?"

"Lord Jones, really, you don’t need to be sad. It’s not that big of a deal. Even if we can’t buy a castle, can’t we still live here? The master and mistress haven’t said they want us to move out."

"Lord Jones, you’re still young. Even for a Blood Clan adult, it’s not easy to own a piece of land. We can take our ti, it’s fine."

"Lord Jones? Lord Jones, there’s no need to be so anxious. The money will co eventually. Dora can help earn it too, though Dora earns less..."

Jones pushed the coffin lid open a crack.

Dora imdiately beca happy, "Lord Jones, have you co to terms?"

"Don’t bother while I’m trying to sleep!"

With another "bang," the coffin lid was closed again.

Dora looked crushed.

Borrowing money was certainly out of the question. Earning money didn’t seem to have any reliable avenues either. Jones started to let his mind wander inside the coffin.

"Maybe I should go out and find a job? Beco an adventurer?"

"But will adventurer groups hire mbers of the Blood Clan? We’re usually the ones they go on quests to hunt."

"Maybe I could set up a trap, let the adventurers co and hunt , then earn their money."

"But that would still require a castle..."

Recalling the self-introductions from the Brotherhood eting, the Blood Clan society was essentially one where who your father is mattered. No matter who stepped out, their introduction would be, "My father is so-and-so..." as if you didn’t know them, but their father instead.

*Is there no way out for low-born Blood Clan mbers?*

*It’s worse than the Human World, absolutely terrible!*

"Forget it, I might as well just muddle through, wait until I can go back to Salted Fish Port. When I return this ti, I’ll have to find a way to get a title, at least a castle, and a piece of land of my own. I want people to know for who I am, and not just because I’m the adopted son of the Lich King and they want to know my father."

With that thought, Jones closed his eyes, but he tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

*The plan to buy the castle had ignited his passion, and now he couldn’t extinguish it no matter how hard he tried. His mind was filled with the subrged castle. Although it was flooded, although it slled of fish everywhere, and probably the sun would turn the ground salty, it was still a castle, wasn’t it? Better than nothing.*

*He could start a new life there, new plans. Although earning money with zombies was slow, at least it was earning. He had unlimited lifespan, he’d eventually be able to clear his debts. Unfortunately...*

*That might be a challenging period worth rembering after he beca a great Blood Clan Lord.*

As he thought about it, Jones suddenly found the subrged castle becoming endearing too, seemingly sharing a destined connection with him.

"It’s just silently waiting for there, but I can’t afford it... How long can it wait for ?"

*Jones felt like crying, a sense of heartbreak lingering.*

*Just like how dragons fall in love with treasure, it’s said that great Blood Clan Lords fall in love with castles. Jones seed to enter that state at once. His object of affection was the subrged castle.*

"Lord Jones? Lord Jones?"

Dora’s voice ca again, breaking Jones’s fantasy. He was imdiately furious, flipping open the coffin lid, "I told you I was trying to sleep! Can you ever..."

Before he could finish speaking, Jones froze.