How many gold pounds are one hundred gold coins worth?

Klein couldn't figure it out.

But, he knew there must be a lot.

There was no thigh here, it was clearly a gold-swallowing beast thrown to her!

Moreover, it is the kind with four mouths.

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

Unexpectedly, Reinette Tilcot seemed to have guessed what Klein would say, and said nonchalantly: "It doesn't matter... you... can... owe it first..."

Klein:???

do not know why.

I always feel like I have heard this phrase more than once.

After thinking for a moment, she nodded, "I understand, then I will trouble you during this period."

Money is good, but life is more valuable.

Although Jon also said that Amon did not dare to cause any trouble in Backlund.

But in everything, be afraid of ‘whatever’.

What if I am unlucky enough to meet Amon, but Jon, Mr. Azik and the others are not around?

One more helper, one more help.

Thinking of this, she looked at Reinette Tilcot and asked patiently: "So, do you want to stay with me all the time?"

Hearing this, Reinette Tilcot'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 again this time, so he could only say a meaningless "ah".

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

The contract was made in duplicate and was quite fair and equitable.

The pen was put down, the contract was reached, and the creditor of 'Mr. Fool' was happy.

After the negotiation, Reinette Tilkot cleared the space and returned to the spirit world, leaving Klein alone in the room again.

She sighed and pinched her eyebrows gently.

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

It's the end of the month now, and the arrival of '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 outsiders present, Emlyn completely returned to his true nature, and his cheerful look really looked like a husky having fun.

The dolls were still sitting quietly in the showcase.

Under the illumination of the moonlight, those delicate little faces even had a hint of enchanting beauty.

Emlyn was so excited that tears filled his eyes.

God knows how he got through these days.

Taking a deep breath, Emlyn seemed to be feeling the breath of the doll.

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

"

Of course, there will be no response from here.

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

After being intoxicated for a while, he put 'Miss Fufu' in a special display case and reluctantly left the door.

Although he was reluctant, he still had some other things to do.

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

This 'White Clinic' is famous in the neighborhood for its various high-quality medicines and unique bloodletting treatments. Residents living nearby who have headaches and fevers will choose to come here to relieve the disease.

Um……

Bloodletting therapy.

There is no doubt that this is the industry of the vampires.

In fact, there are many vampires hidden in human society who actively apply to be doctors or open private clinics.

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

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

Seeing his son, Mr. White was extremely excited and said with great surprise: "My ancestors, 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 with a smile: "A friend from other provinces invited me..."

What?

Imprisoned in Harvest Church?

Who?

Don't talk nonsense.

There is no such thing!

Mr. White saw some clues, but did not expose Emlyn. He just patted his son on the shoulder and said, "Anyway, just come back."

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

Vampires do not need to rely on sleep to restore energy, but in order to keep pace with human work and rest, at night, if there are no other activities, a large number of Vampires will choose to close their eyes and rest until the sun rises.

Emlyn also misses his mother very much.

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

Mr. White was startled when he heard this.

The Blood Clan is now run by three dukes, and the leader of the Backlund Blood Clan is Marquis Nibais Audra.

He was a powerful vampire who was active in the fourth era. His long life has continued to this day, so that he has to lie in a coffin and sleep on weekdays. No outsiders are allowed to see him without summons.

Now that his stupid son wants 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 rose.

Those who can be called 'angels' are of the lowest order.

As for the sequence, he can already be crowned a Duke in the Vampire Clan.

Afraid that his silly son would cause something wrong, Mr. White quickly asked: "Emlyn, are you serious? You're not joking?"

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

If he were in this situation, he would have to be cautious.

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

He walked back and forth in the office and glanced at his silly son. The worry on his face was palpable.

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

"Woe, woe."

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

"It's fine now, it's all those dolls' fault!"

The current mentality of this 'potions professor' is very similar to those parents who blame TV, games, and short videos for their children's poor learning.

When Mr. White thought about it, if his son, like other vampires, often went out to socialize, how could he encounter such a terrible thing, where his body would be broken into pieces and his body and soul would be destroyed.

"Father, stop turning around, I'm dizzy." Emlyn, who was proud and arrogant, obviously didn't think how difficult it was to deliver the letter.

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

This time is just an opportunity.

A haughty smile appeared on his lips.

I couldn't help but imagine the scene when the Marquis saw him.
To be continued...