Chapter 35: The Lord (3)

So, another two days passed.

Jones was still busy, working his tail off all day long and getting along well with the dwarves.

"I've hardly seen a Blood Clan member do any work. At most, they're supervisors, never getting their hands dirty. You're the only one I've seen actually doing the work yourself."

"That's because they aren't broke enough yet. If they were all on the brink of bankruptcy like me, I guarantee they'd be the hardest workers around."

"Maybe. But honestly, I think they'd rather starve than work like you. Hahaha."

The barrel hugged Jones's shoulder and laughed heartily, and the surrounding dwarves laughed as well. Jones sighed helplessly but laughed too.

The amount of work he did these days probably surpassed all he had done before combined.

Grime, sweat odor, and dust covering his face, but there was laughter.

*Actually, there's nothing bad about this, right? One step at a time. Except, I was becoming less and less like a member of the Blood Clan.*