"What do we do? They're coming to find us? Providing them with so much armor for free, Lord Jones, we'll be bankrupt!" Dora worried.
"No!" Jones held up a finger, his face expressionless, "Even if we went bankrupt, we couldn't supply them with so much armor."
He lowered his head and silently picked up a pen, then wrote a letter to Gray.
*How do we deal with the White Bone Holy Light Court?*
*Of course, we turn to Gray. Besides him, probably no one in this world can handle those Mad Liches.*
Jones quickly wrote a letter to Gray, sincerely telling him that he was truly poor, extremely poor, unable to provide the White Bone Holy Light Court with such a massive support of "one million sets of armor."
"Unless you're prepared to lead the White Bone Holy Light Court to conquer the Blood Clan with me; otherwise, it's impossible to accomplish this even if I go bankrupt."