That night, upon returning home, Jones had already finished writing the letters. Because he was impatient, he wrote all the letters for everyone in one go.
"Will they lend the money to Lord Jones?" Dora muttered softly, "A hundred thousand Gold Coins is a huge amount. I heard that Miss Yilin’s entire annual income from the Beishier Duchy is only fifty thousand Gold Coins, and that’s not even deducting expenses."
"Whether they’ll lend it or not, isn’t that something we’ll only know if we ask? Anyway, just ask as many as possible—someone’s bound to lend it, right?" Jones replied expressionlessly.
Dora had no comment on that.
In any case, sending the letters would have to wait until the next day. After all, the night was about to end quickly.
The Jones family never saw sunlight year-round, but the road for delivering letters certainly would. There was no way Dora could deliver the letters under the sun, and it wasn’t like Jones himself could walk in the sunlight, right?
Actually, Jones did want to do just that. Unfortunately, while he could fly at night, during the day he’d need to walk in armor. At the end of the day, the speed wouldn’t increase much anyway. Forget about it.
That "night," Jones tossed and turned, unable to sleep, growing more excited the more he thought about it.
"I’m about to have a castle of my own, a domain of my own. Hmm, I need to form a Blood Clan army—that’s what a great Blood Clan Lord should do. I feel like my life is finally back on track."
Thinking about this, for the first time in his life... he couldn’t sleep.
In any case, he finally made it to sundown.
Jones said excitedly to Dora, "Deliver the letters to them, tell them to reply, and then come back quickly."
"But if I go deliver the letters, what about Goya?" Dora’s gaze shifted to Goya, who was watching them from the side.
"It’s fine, you go. I’m here, aren’t I?"
"But today’s the Brotherhood meeting day, did Lord Jones forget?"
Jones froze for a moment, quickly scribbled another letter, and handed it to Dora: "On your way, stop by Hilde and help me ask Adelle for leave."
Dora hesitated but eventually nodded.
"Do you know how to deliver letters?"
"Isn’t it just flying to them?"
"No, it’s not that simple. They’re scattered across several places. If you try to find them one by one, there’s no way you’ll make it back today. Even if you don’t try to find them all, you won’t make it back. The time will barely be enough for you to reach them. So, you should find Catherine and Vivian to help you. Or perhaps seek Richie’s Guardian Angel and Enchanted Demon. They’re not afraid of sunlight."
Pressing her lips together, furrowing her brow, Dora nodded heavily, then turned and transformed into a bat, flying away.
Watching Dora’s silhouette fade into the horizon, disappearing entirely, Jones let out a slow sigh, then glanced at Goya beside him and pulled out a book titled "Barbarian Language."
"Feel like going out for a walk? The weather’s so nice today, let’s go for a walk!"
Goya gazed at Jones in confusion but nodded heavily.
Did you think Jones would stay home honestly to look after Goya? Too naive. When it comes to doing serious business! In this situation, how could Jones possibly stay home obediently?
Turning into a bat, Jones grabbed Goya and flew toward Hilde, scaring Goya into nonstop screaming.
With no other choice, Jones had to blindfold Goya with a piece of cloth and fly lower. Even so, Goya continued screaming all the way. But this didn’t stop Jones from making preparations to purchase the castle.
What about asking for leave and then running to Hilde? What if Adelle found out?
Oh, bullheaded Jones hadn’t considered this at all. Or rather, he simply didn’t care.
"Follow me and don’t run around, or you might get caught and turned back into a slave. Got it?" Jones said, holding the "Barbarian Language" book and translating for Goya.
Still in a daze, Goya nodded heavily again.
After arriving in Hilde, the first matter to settle was, of course, the transportation of gold. Jones headed straight to the bank.
In Hilde, the most lucrative businesses were the slave trade and banking. Despite its relatively small size, Hilde had three banks. Compared to the chaotic slave trade markets, the banks were exceptionally proper buildings—white walls, dome-shaped structures, flanked by two slightly shorter auxiliary buildings. Additionally, a hundred or so Zombie Guards surrounded the premises, and occasionally, Elf Archers stood atop the roofs.
Almost all the banks looked alike.
Jones walked into one casually.
The tellers in the lobby were a group of goblins: "You need to solve a gold transport issue? Hmm, that’s very simple. In fact, it’s one of our primary services. Blood Clan Lords typically have vast overseas assets, and we can arrange for you to exchange with clients looking to send money to corresponding locations. You won’t even need to know who the other party is. Of course, we must charge a small fee, typically ten percent."
"You call that small?"
"Yes, it’s already very little. You must understand—we’re conducting business across the entire continent. Our external advertisements promise that any currency from any location can be exchanged here. But realistically... you must know, it’s impossible to find exchange clients everywhere. Sometimes, we still have to shuffle things around a bit, and transport them. Merchant ships loaded with armor flying the Blood Clan’s flag usually aren’t of interest to pirates. But large shipments of Gold Coins... transporting vast amounts of Gold Coins does carry risks."
"Alright, got it. I’d like to book transfers for Isaac Kingdom, Bert Duchy, Allen Kingdom, Fides Kingdom, Eden Duchy, and Bivis Kingdom..."