Pirate's Bizarre Adventure

How much is a hundred gold coins worth in gold pounds?

Klein couldn't figure it out.

However, he knew that there must be many.

Where did he find a thigh, he obviously threw a gold-swallowing beast to her!

Moreover, it is the kind with four mouths.

"This... lady." Klein considered his words, "To be honest, I don't have that much money."

Unexpectedly, Reinette Tilcott seemed to have guessed that Klein would say this a long time ago, and said indifferently: "It's okay...you...you can... owe it first..."

Klein: ? ? ?

do not know why.

I always feel that I have heard this set of words more than once.

After pondering for a moment, she nodded, "I see, then I will trouble you during this time."

Money is good, life is more expensive.

Although Jon also said that Amon did not dare to make any waves in Backlund.

But everything is afraid of 'what if'.

What if I am unlucky enough to meet Amon, and it happens that Jon and Mr. Ards are not around?

One more helper is one more help.

Thinking of this, she looked at Reinette Tiercott and asked patiently: "So, will you always stay by my side?"

Hearing this, Reinette Tilcott's four heads swayed from side to side at the same time, "We...signed...a contract...ah..."

The fourth head didn't get a chance to speak this time, so he could only say a meaningless 'ah'.

Klein controlled his facial expression, and readily agreed, "Okay."

There are two copies of the contract, which is quite fair and just.

The pen is written, the contract is concluded, and the creditor of 'Mr. Fool' is happy.

After the negotiation, Reinette Tilcott swung the space and returned to the spirit world, leaving only Klein in the room again.

She sighed and pinched the center of her eyebrows lightly.

Turning his head, he looked at the exquisite calendar hanging on the wall.

It's the end of the month, and 'that day' is getting closer and closer.

……

……

the other side.

Emlyn finally returned to his house.

As soon as he entered the door, he rushed into the collection room impatiently.

"Alice! Donna! Bell! I'm back!"

Without the presence of outsiders, Emlyn completely returned to his original nature, and he really looked like a husky having fun.

The puppets are still sitting quietly in the showcase.

Under the illumination of the moonlight, there was even a hint of strange beauty on those delicate little faces.

Emlyn was so excited that tears welled up in his eyes.

God knows how he got through these days.

Taking a deep breath, Emlyn seemed to feel the breath of the puppet.

Then, he took out the mini figure that almost killed himself from his pocket, and solemnly introduced it to the other dolls, "Ladies, this is our new partner, I decided to name her Miss Fufu. "

Of course, there will be no response here.

But Emlyn didn't care, and was still immersed in his own world.

After being intoxicated for a while, he put 'Miss Fufu' into a special showcase, and reluctantly went out.

Reluctantly, he had other things to do.

After walking through several streets with ease, Emlyn came to a private clinic.

This 'White Clinic' is famous in the neighborhood for its various high-quality medicines and unique bloodletting therapy. Residents living nearby have a headache and brain fever, and they will choose to come here to relieve the lesion.

Ok……

Bloodletting.

There is no doubt that this is the industry of the blood clan.

In fact, there are many blood races hidden in human society who will take the initiative to apply for doctors or open private clinics.

It doesn't matter whether you make money or not, the main thing is to use reasonable means to collect blood and supply it for smoking.

There were very few people in the clinic at night, so Emlyn found his father easily.

Seeing his son, Mr. White was so excited that he was very pleasantly surprised: "My ancestor, your mother and I are still discussing whether to find a private detective to find you, Emlyn, where have you been these days!"

Hearing this, Emlyn blushed a little, and said vaguely, "A friend from another province invited me..."

what?

Imprisoned in Harvest Church?

Who.

Don't talk nonsense.

No such thing!

Mr. White saw something, but he didn't expose Emlyn. He just patted his son on the shoulder, "Anyway, just come back."

The subject changed, "Come on, come home with me, your mother hasn't slept well recently."

The blood race does not need to rely on sleep to restore energy, but in order to keep pace with human beings, at night, if there is no other activity, a large part of the blood race will choose to close their eyes and rest until the sun rises.

Emlyn also missed his mother very much.

However, he rejected the proposal, and said in a deep voice, "There is no rush...Father, I want to see Lord Marquis."

Hearing this, Mr. White was startled.

Now the blood clan is ruled by three dukes, and the leader of the Backlund blood clan is Marquis Nibais Audra.

It was a powerful blood clan active in the fourth era, and his long life has continued to this day, so he has to sleep in a coffin on weekdays, and outsiders are not allowed to see him without a summons.

Now that his silly son is going to see the Marquis as soon as he opens his mouth, how can Mr. White be calm.

"A lot of things happened that I can't figure out." Emlyn smiled bitterly. "Anyway, I was entrusted by an angel to deliver a letter."

"Angel?!" Mr. White's tone suddenly increased.

Those who can be called 'angels' must be at least Sequence 2.

As for Sequence 2, he can already be named a duke in the blood clan.

Fearing that his silly son would make something wrong, Mr. White hurriedly asked, "Emlyn, are you serious? Are you kidding me?"

"Father, how dare I joke about this kind of thing." Emlyn understood his father's feelings very well.

If he encountered this situation, he could only be cautious.

After receiving an affirmative answer, Mr. White couldn't sit still.

He circled back and forth in the office, took a look at his silly son, and the worry on his face was beyond words.

Not only that, but there are words in his mouth.

"A disaster, a disaster."

"He shouldn't be allowed to develop those hobbies."

"It's all right now, it's all the dolls' fault!"

Now the mentality of this 'Professor of Potions' is very similar to those parents whose children don't learn to blame TV, games, and short videos.

In Mr. White's mind, if his son, like other blood races, often went out to socialize, how could he encounter such a mess that would be smashed to pieces and killed.

"Father, don't turn around, I'm dizzy." The proud Emlyn obviously didn't think about the difficulty of delivering the letter.

In fact, he had long wanted to see the Marquis of Nibais.

This time happened to be an opportunity.

A haughty smile curled up at the corner of his mouth.

I couldn't help but imagine the scene when Lord Marquis saw him.

As long as he is appreciated by that lord, it will no longer be a problem to be promoted from now on, and even the puppet does not have to save money to buy it...

Emlyn is undoubtedly in 'fantasy time'.

After much deliberation, there was no good solution. Mr. White finally sighed and decided to report the truth.

The blood clan is relatively united, and it is almost impossible to hide such a big event.

That being the case, it is better to let the top management make the decision.

only……

Look at your own silly son.

Mr. White's mood is extremely complicated.

"Isn't it too late to have another one?"

"No, no, Emlyn is a good boy, how can we give up on him!"

"Ah, let's take one step at a time."

Emlyn didn't know about the psychological activities of his biological father.

But soon after the news spread, he saw the envoy sent by the Marquis of Nebais.

The messenger spoke concisely, saying that His Excellency the Marquis had heard the news and decided to discuss the details of the matter with Emlyn himself.

Emlyn tidied up his clothes, walked out of the clinic under his father's extremely worried eyes, followed the messenger through several specific secret doors, and arrived at the secret building where the Marquis of Nibais lived.

When things came to an end, Emlyn was a little apprehensive.

Following the stairs to the subterranean area, he entered a gray hall he had never been in before.

In the center of the hall was a pair of iron-black coffins, and many magical signs symbolizing mystery were engraved on the coffin boards.

Emlyn felt his heart beating violently.

You know, he almost grew up listening to the various deeds of the Marquis.

This feeling of seeing an idol is really exciting!

"My lord, Emlyn White has been brought here." The envoy walked to the side of the coffin and said softly.

After finishing speaking, he left the hall on his own, leaving the space to the Marquis of Nibais and Emlyn.

Not long after, a deep and old voice slowly came from the coffin, "Emlyn White."

Hearing this, Emlyn quickly stood up and lowered his head humbly, "Master Marquis, I am here."

"I heard that you have a letter you want to hand over to me?"

Emlyn didn't dare to neglect, and quickly took out the still warm letter from his arms.

However, the Marquis of Nibais did not come out of the coffin, but said in a deep voice: "I want to hear about your experience."

He also deliberately emphasized, "Remember, it is a complete and real experience."

Hearing this, Emlyn's expression became a little unnatural.

After pondering for a moment, he still decided to tell the whole story, "It's like this, Lord Nibais, I was stealing blood at the Southern District Hospital... Cough cough, I accidentally caught a thief while eating.

He is just an ordinary person, but he only has a magic key with extraordinary characteristics.

I let him go and withheld the key, but the side effect of the key made me lose my way and ran into the Harvest Church in the south area of ​​the bridge.

The priest there imprisoned me unreasonably and arbitrarily. I suffered a lot and was forced to wipe the candlesticks and chairs every day..."

Speaking of his tragic experience, Emlyn became a little talkative.

But the Marquis of Nibais obviously didn't want to hear this, so he couldn't help but interrupted: "I want to remind you, the key point is—an angel."

"Sorry, Lord Nibais." Emlyn recovered and continued: "Anyway, today I was brought out of the Harvest Church by a man who called himself Jon Joestar, and he said something very strange .”

"Oh, what are those strange words?" Marquis Nibais asked.

Emlyn recalled the scene at that time and relayed it truthfully, "He said that Lily asked Manman to tell him that there was a stupid relative who happened to be his cat's helper."

Marquis of Nibais:? ? ?

Is there something wrong with my understanding, or is Emlyn not telling the truth?

Just as he was thinking about it, Emlyn said again: "Initially, I thought that guy was just a psychopath with a mental problem, but unexpectedly, he exuded a terrifying aura."

Having said that, Emlyn lowered his head, "Forgive me for presumptuousness, Lord Marquis, that aura is even stronger and deeper than yours, and it is awe-inspiring."

Marquis Nibais remained silent.

He was wondering, did Emlyn, a foolish boy, let someone else fool him?

After all, aura can be imitated by some special means. A strong aura does not mean that the opponent has a high personality, and it may also be some kind of extraordinary item.

"Hey, the blood race is really worse than the next generation." In the coffin, the Marquis of Nibais sighed in his heart: "Since the fall of Lord Lilith..."

Suddenly, a spiritual omen made him suddenly realize something.

Lady Lilith...

Lily...

relatives?

Could it be that!

Agitated, the entire coffin board of Marquis Nibais trembled violently.

Emlyn was startled, thinking that he had offended the Marquis with his words, so he quickly knelt down on one knee.

It took quite a while before the Marquis of Nibais regained his composure, and said softly, "Emlyn, didn't you say there is still a letter?"

After being reminded, Emlyn hurriedly delivered the letter.

But when he saw the perfectly stitched coffin, he felt a little troubled.

squeak-

The coffin board moved slightly, revealing a gap.

Seeing this, Emlyn quickly stuffed the letter in, then returned to the place respectfully, bowed his head and waited.

Time passed by second by second, and there was no movement in the coffin.

Just when Emlyn was extremely anxious and wondered if he had been tricked, suddenly, the coffin boards of the Marquis of Nibais were thrown off.

In the next second, an old man with thinning hair, pale as paper, luxurious clothes and blood-red eyes jumped out.

It is the Marquis of Nibais himself!

In the blink of an eye, he jumped in front of Emlyn, and the aura of a heavy superior came towards him. Emlyn's knees went limp, and he slumped on the ground.

"Death, death, death!" the useless vampire wailed in his heart.

Unexpectedly, the Marquis of Nibais was very excited. He grabbed Emlyn's shoulders with both hands and lifted him abruptly.

He looked at this handsome young man of blood clan.Marquis Nibais nodded in satisfaction, "Okay, okay!"

"Uh, Lord Marquis?" Emlyn swallowed and asked tentatively.

Marquis Nibais did not explain anything, but said earnestly: "The future of the blood race is in your hands."

Emlyn:? ? ?

Although I don't know what happened, it seems that I have received the attention of the upper echelons of the blood clan.

Unknowingly, the suppressed arrogance in his heart was aroused again. Emlyn no longer hurt his waist and his legs were no longer weak. He raised his head proudly.

But Nibais turned a blind eye to this, and said loudly: "Call all the blood races of Backlund, I have something important to announce!"

The loudness of the voice is completely different from the heavy and old one before, as if he has become dozens of years younger in an instant... No, according to the standards of the blood clan, he should be hundreds of years younger.

There were always messengers waiting outside the hall, and upon hearing Marquis Nibais' orders, they didn't dare to neglect, they all turned into bats and flew out at an extremely fast speed.

The Marquis of Nibais looked at Emlyn tenderly, as if looking at some rare treasure.