Luckily, the Blood Clan's magic generally wasn't too bad, especially the upper-level Blood Clan.
Jones stood far away, directly using magic to lift the snake dung piled up like a mountain, then covered his nose and carefully guided it bit by bit out of the castle. The entire process didn't require touching the snake dung.
As for Dora, she started vigorously digging a hole outside the castle, ready to bury the snake dung.
"Maybe I should buy zombies first. Well, my money is only enough for one zombie. And zombies cleaning up... it's a miracle if the zombies don't make the mess worse."
Sometimes, Jones couldn't tell which was dirtier, the zombie's rotting flesh or the snake dung.
...
At this moment, under the moonlight, Adolf stood on a cliff, gazing distantly towards the castle.
