The Lich of Glory Knight Spirit: Moving towards Krimasha!

At this moment, Count Dracula’s expression could only be described as extremely complicated, as he stared at Young Master Adelle in utter disbelief. Adelle’s face was so red that he looked ready to dig a hole and bury himself in it, but he held his ground and maintained eye contact with Count Dracula.

Beside them, Dora had her head lowered so much that it almost touched the ground.

As for Jones, well, Jones had a blank expression while beads of cold sweat poured down his face like a storm.

In a sudden motion, Count Dracula transformed into a bat and hovered mid-air, peering through the castle’s window only to discover that the Nine-Headed Hydra was staring back at him from a distance. Each head took turns glaring at him.

The two sides just stared at each other.

Jones lowered his voice and asked Adelle, "Why did you say something about magic restrictions?"

"How would I know you’d let your father inside? Are you out of your mind? There’s a roaming Nine-Headed Hydra, and you actually let it inside? Even for werewolves, I enforce restrictions!" Adelle growled in a low voice.

"So what now?"

"How should I know? I’ve run out of excuses!"