The Lich of Glory Knight Spirit: Moving towards Krimasha!
Chapter 313 - 44: Conflict Between Father and Son_2

Chapter 313: Chapter 44: Conflict Between Father and Son_2

The Hydra nodded silently.

"Also, after the sun sets, during the time I go to Hilde for reinforcements, please make sure to hide. I’ll have the Dwarves hide in the mines too. It’s just for a little while. As soon as I return, you can all come out," Jones said, looking at the Hydra.

The room was still.

Jones added softly, "Madam, I don’t want you to get hurt."

"Alright, little bat. I’ll do as you say," the Hydra nodded gently, "Don’t worry, while you’re away, I’ll protect your Dwarves. After all, I am the Guardian of this city."

"Thank you, Madam."

...

*Is the situation dire?*

*The answer is very dire.*

If it were an ordinary letter from the Deacon Council, Jones wouldn’t need to worry. As long as he didn’t strike first, they wouldn’t have a reason to use violence against him. Given enough time, Jones could always find a solution.

However, this wasn’t an ordinary letter from the Deacon Council. Pushing this from behind was his own father.

If it were Count Dracula... confiscating Jones’s toys, destroying his collection, these things he’d done before. And no one could hold him accountable, not even Jones.

*This was the most terrifying part.*

*Like numerous confrontations before, Jones felt the helplessness of being a son.*

*Father and son, the son is naturally a step lower. Even if Gray came personally... Jones wouldn’t be foolish enough to believe Gray would choose to use force against Count Dracula.*

*No one would help a son fight his father, while the Deacon Council indeed found an excuse to help the father fight the son. This was the most unfair part of it.*

*Jones was in a daze the entire day.*

He ordered all his people to stop what they were doing and start building fortifications.

Yes, building fortifications.

They transferred all valuable items into the tunnels, expanded the tunnels quickly to accommodate the large-bodied Hydra, and sealed the key caves.

"If I don’t return, you mustn’t come out. Don’t make a sound, don’t let them find you. If they do, try to delay them or resist a little. In any case, you must hold out until I come back! Understand?"

"Understood!" Silver Hammer and Barrel nodded firmly.

"Don’t worry, with me here, we’ll hold out," the Hydra said softly.

Dora stood silently by, her brows tightly knitted.

"I’m not willing to... after such a long struggle, finally seeing a ray of hope. No matter who tries to stop me, I’ll use every power to resist, even if it comes to using force," Jones said to Dora, resolute.

Yes, the war between father and son had begun.

It wasn’t that every father and son would go to war, but if the father was stubborn enough and the son was determined enough, then the war would be fierce.

...

As the last ray of sunlight disappeared over the horizon, Jones and Dora took off almost simultaneously, one heading east, the other west.

With all his strength, Jones crossed the distance between Giant Snake City and Hilde as quickly as he could, landing directly on Adelle’s balcony.

He had never done that before.

The Adelle family’s guards rushed towards him, but seeing it was Jones, they stopped, stunned.

"Adelle! I need your help!" Jones pushed open the balcony door and rushed in.

Adelle, sitting on the couch reading a newspaper and eating a blood cake, sprayed crumbs all over the table.

"Cough cough... phew, what’s the matter, Jones? What’s going on?"

"I need your help."

"How can I help you?"

"Bring all the subordinates you can muster and come with me!"

"All of them?" Adelle quickly put down his newspaper and cake, standing up with his arms outstretched.

The two maids on the side hurriedly brought him his cloak and boots.

"Yes," Jones nodded heavily, breathing heavily.

Frustrated by the maids’ slow pace, Adelle grabbed the boots and started putting them on himself, asking, "Are we going to fight?"

"Not necessarily, but it’s possible."

"Where?"

"Giant Snake City! Hurry!"

"Butler!" Adelle roared, "Gather everyone who’s available, but only the Blood Clan! No other races! Hurry! We’re going to fight!"

The butler hurried in from outside the door, "Yes, young master!" and quickly left.

Adelle, now with his boots on, walked quickly to the mirror, tying his bow tie clumsily while asking, "Who are we fighting?"

"The Deacon Council."

"Alright, the Deacon Council it is. We’ll definitely... wait, did you say the Deacon Council?" Adelle turned around, his hands freezing in place, eyes wide with shock.

"Yes, the Deacon Council," Jones said, breathing heavily and wiping his sweat.

"Why... why did you get involved with the Deacon Council?"

"My father called them, he wants to take my territory."

"That’s too much! Is your father crazy?"

"I think he’s crazy too. I won’t let him succeed. I don’t have many friends, so I can only turn to you. Will you help me?"

Adelle looked flustered, his gaze darting around. He let go of the untied bow tie and gestured with his hands, "You... you have to let me think. I really need to think about this."

Adelle held his head, looking at the tea table, sweating and licking his lips. His brows were tightly knitted.

"If my father knows I attacked the Deacon Council, he’ll kill me. The Deacon Council is part of the Elder Council, this is just too insane."

"Alright, I understand. This is my problem, I’ll handle it," Jones said, stepping back and turning to leave.

"Wait!" Adelle shouted, stopping Jones, "I’ll go!"

Jones turned, staring at Adelle in disbelief.

"You have to let me think. The opponent is the Deacon Council, you really have to let me think," Adelle blinked nervously, "I need to bring more men. The usual guards won’t be enough. We need more people. If it comes to a fight, we can’t lose, right? Otherwise, we’d be taking losses twice."

Jones walked quickly to Adelle and hugged him tightly, "Thank you, brother!"

Adelle stood there, arms spread, bewildered.

Usually, it was him who was enthusiastic towards Jones; this time, it was Jones hugging him.

"I assure you, even if something happens, your father won’t be able to kill you. As the foster son of the Lich King, there are some things I can’t do, but protecting someone is surely within my power. If anything happens to you, no matter who initiated it, I have ways to make the entire Silver Moon Knight Order fight to the death."

"Best... not," Adelle stammered, "Stay calm. If we can, it’s better to resolve this properly. Let’s not take it to a life-or-death battle."

"I know, don’t worry," Jones replied, stepping back, "How long to gather your forces?"

"Half an hour, maybe forty-five minutes, but no more than an hour."

"Alright, then hurry. I’ll go back and wait for your reinforcements. I’m afraid they’ve already arrived. If I’m not there, they might take action against the Dwarves and the Hydra. If I’m there, I can buy us some time."

"Okay, I’ll be as quick as I can."

"Good."

With that, Jones turned and quickly walked to the balcony, leaping into the air and transforming into a bat, desperately flying back.

"Damn, fighting the Deacon Council... this must be the guts of the Lich King’s foster son." Watching Jones leave, Adelle smiled wryly, wiping his sweat, "I need to find more help, preferably some unknown people. Or Blood Clan slaves. Damn it... it’s too far, otherwise I’d bring two magical beasts! If trouble arises, we can just blame the beasts and get rid of them."