Chapter 115 Chapter 116 What Kind of Horse Do You Want
The mustachioed butler did not immediately ask for a price.
The three of them walked back to the camp, and the mustachioed butler instructed people to move the dead tree blocking the road. He looked for an opportunity when Jenna was not around and went to find Jima.
“Miss Xiao Qiao,” the mustachioed butler said sincerely, “how have you considered what happened yesterday?”
At this point, you’re still thinking of taking advantage. Wouldn’t that mean my performance was in vain?
Jima said, “Actually, this is just an ordinary grass ring that has been blessed.”
“I understand where Miss Xiao Qiao is feeling shy,” the mustachioed butler said. “Just think, if I donate three hundred gold coins to the Holy Hall, how much good can you do with that money?”
Jima shook her head and said, “I can’t treat the blessings of the gods as merchandise.”
The mustachioed butler gritted his teeth, “Four hundred gold coins.”
Jima replied, “Your coffin fund keeps increasing. Sister Jenna has told me some things.”
The mustachioed butler became a bit anxious; why was his young lady so uncooperative?
“Five hundred, five hundred gold coins,” he said. “I only have fifty gold coins in my coffin fund, but the master gave me a special expense.”
Jima lowered her head to “ponder” and said, “You’ve seen that group of goblins can’t hit me at all; if they disappear, then I—”
“Six hundred gold coins!”
“My god only wants cash.”
“Alright, please follow me; six hundred gold coins are a bit heavy.”
Jima followed the mustachioed butler to a carriage, where he brought over a heavy wooden box. When Jima opened the box, she saw it neatly filled with shiny gold coins.
She was overjoyed inside but wore a sad expression and said, “Oh God, I hope you can forgive me; I’m not sure if this is the right thing to do.”
After saying this, she handed her handmade grass ring to the mustachioed butler, who held it tightly, as if fearing someone would snatch it away.
Suddenly, the carriage door opened, and the golden-haired Jenna appeared, asking, “Butler, are you making things difficult for Miss Xiao Qiao again?”
Both of them tensed up, the mustachioed butler worried that his scheme would be revealed, and Jima shared that concern.
“Hello, Miss Jenna,” the mustachioed butler smiled at Jenna. “I was just having a chat with her.”
“A chat? You think you can chat for gold coins?” Jenna’s gaze became stern. “Speak! What are you really up to?”
“This, I just wanted to buy an extraordinary item. You know I often wander outside and need some good protective things.”
“Stop lying,” Jenna said. “You spend every day next to my father; where do you wander off to? Are you trying to deceive Xiao Qiao again?”
With that, she turned to Jima and said, “Xiao Qiao, don’t believe him; that little bit of gold can’t get you an extraordinary item. If he sells it at a profit, who knows how much he would earn.”
But I’m selling just a grass ring; don’t make it harder.
Jima said, “But I’ve already sold it.”
“Yes, yes, Miss, you can’t—what do you want to do?”
Jenna forcibly pried the mustachioed butler’s fingers apart, took the grass ring, and was about to hand it back to Jima. She frowned slightly; she could feel a trace of magic in the grass ring. It was not an extraordinary item at all.
She suddenly understood. It wasn’t that Jima was being bullied; she was tricking the butler.
Jima took back the grass ring and said, “Sister Jenna, you were right; divine blessings are priceless and cannot be sold casually.”
“How is it selling? This is a donation,” the mustachioed butler hurriedly tried to take the ring back. “Miss Xiao Qiao, please give me the grass ring.”
“But…”
The mustachioed butler nearly bit his teeth in frustration: “Eight hundred gold coins in donations!”
“Eight hundred gold coins should be enough to feed eight hundred refugees oatmeal and potatoes for a month,” Jima said, struggling as she handed the grass ring to the mustachioed butler. “Oh God, please forgive me.”
Although Jenna was very dissatisfied with the butler, she knew that eight hundred gold coins was a vast fortune for him, and she couldn’t be at ease with it, so she reminded, “Actually, this is just an ordinary grass ring.”
The mustachioed butler turned to Jenna, his eyes red. “Miss Jenna, you’re so high up; how can you see the difficulties of us servants? Please do us a favor.”
“This really is just an ordinary grass ring.”
“Young lady!” the mustachioed butler said. “You’ve lied to us! Do you hate your family’s loyal servants so much? I’ve seen with my own eyes that the goblins couldn’t hit Miss Xiao Qiao at all.”
“That has nothing to do with the grass ring.”
“Her abilities are about the same as yours; I know it.”
Jenna opened her mouth, recalling her vow not to reveal Jima’s extraordinary abilities, and closed her mouth.
Jima turned her eyes and added, “Sister Jenna is right.”
After saying this, she was about to take back the grass ring.
“Nine hundred gold coins in donations,” the mustachioed butler nearly shouted, “Miss Jenna, this doesn’t count as me bullying Miss Xiao Qiao, does it?”
Jima said, “Since you’ve put it this way, I can only give it to you.”
“The cash with the caravan isn’t enough; when we get to Marin City, I’ll reimburse you.”
Jenna was restless and said, “Listen to me, Butler! You should go outside, pour a basin of water over your head, and cool down.”
“I’m very calm,” the mustachioed butler said. “We are all people who learn at the Holy Hall; I don’t understand why you hate your father so much. You’re kind to outsiders but so calculating with your own family; I really can’t comprehend.”
Jenna, angry, crossed her arms and shook her head. “This is how you are.”
With that, she pulled Jima down from the carriage and whispered, “This isn’t going too far, is it?”
Jima shrugged. “He raised the price himself; I already said it’s just an ordinary grass ring.”
Jenna sighed and said, “Forget it.”
Suddenly, Jima exclaimed, “What kind of horse do you want?”
Jenna looked at Jima in surprise.
The mustachioed butler stepped down from the carriage and said, “By the way, I have a good horse, including the saddle, worth about one hundred gold coins.”
Jima declined, “Butler, don’t be polite; just give what you can.”
“No, it’s my first time meeting such a kind-hearted girl like you; I can’t let you be at a loss.”
Jenna, with one hand against her forehead, sighed and didn’t want to speak.
Ten minutes later, Jima rode a tall horse, and the saddlebag under it was stuffed full of gold coins.
She smiled brightly and waved goodbye to Jenna, saying, “See you later, Sister Jenna.”
After the butler enthusiastically stuffed the eight hundred gold coins prepared by the caravan into Jima’s hands, Jima claimed she would go “do good” and left the group, saying she would find a chance to go to Marin City to look for Jenna.
Jenna, feeling both amused and exasperated, waved to her, saying, “See you later.”
The mustachioed butler happily waved, wearing the grass ring on his wrist, its leaves already half-dry, and loudly said, “Have a safe journey, good girl.”
“You too!”
After saying that, Jima rode away.
The caravan vanished into the woods behind Jima.
Holding her stomach, Jima burst into laughter.
Once again, she felt the power of a fraud. With just a small lie, she had tricked so much money. She was eager to find an opportunity to count the gold coins.
Suppressing her joy, Jima opened her personal information system to check the information bar, which had not been updated in a long time.
“Sure enough, this doesn’t meet the requirements for a witch’s upgrade.” Jima supported her chin. “Really, how can I become a witch? Do I need to smear hallucinogens on the broomstick, go bottomless, and ride the broom?”
This time, Jima chose to leave not only to run away after scamming but also to explore the upgrade demands of a witch without restrictions, all alone.
“Tonight, I need to look for Leticia; I wonder if she found out the reason she crossed into this world. She has been getting lazier lately, lost in the charms of men every day.”
That night, Jima and Leticia met in a dream.
When Jima asked about her crossing, Leticia yawned and said, “I’m working on it, I’m working on it.”
“How far along are you?”
“I just recalled yesterday where I landed when I crossed over,” Leticia said. “If I’m not mistaken, I buried the plate there, originally planning to dig it up when I came back, but this world is so good; who wants to go back?”
“That’s it?”
“That was decades ago; who remembers so clearly?” Leticia said. “Besides, you haven’t settled your payment.”
“You dare ask for money? You’re just an overseer, slacking off every day.”
“If it weren’t for being your overseer, I would have long gone to meet more handsome boys; there aren’t many good-looking men in that village, especially your servant who drools; he lacks strength and isn’t good-looking.”
“Can you ensure that you will find the item that brought you here?”
“I can’t, but I can try.” Leticia said, “I can’t guarantee it will work.”
“How troublesome.”
Just thinking of searching for something from decades ago in the wilderness made Jima feel a headache.
Who knows if it rained heavily and washed that thing away, or if a meddling dog took it away.
However, she did not give up. She made an appointment with Leticia about the location, price, and time.
After all, some things left unresolved in her past life shouldn’t end like this.
Jima was unwilling to let go of any opportunity, no matter how slim.
The next day, Jima woke up early in the morning, removed the “Secret and Quiet Spell” she used to prevent night attacks, and rode her horse toward the agreed place.
If she wanted to hurry, Jima could completely teleport to Leticia’s side through a dream and pay her. However, in that case, her horse and luggage would be lost, as she wouldn’t be able to return.
The weather on the road was poor for Jima; it was sunny, making her hair feel warm, and soon sweat streamed down, wetting her hair, making her feel uncomfortable.
The horse was also having a hard time; carrying Jima and her luggage, it walked slowly, grazing the grass by the roadside. When Jima fled, she forgot to bring horse feed; she thought this horse could just eat grass and walk freely.
The sunlight became increasingly blinding.
Jima shielded her eyes with her hand while sitting on the horse, looking displeased at the dazzling sun: “What terrible weather today.”
Suddenly, the horse came to a halt, and a few small trees lay on the road.
A male voice came from the bushes by the roadside.
“What a nice day today.”
Suddenly, more than ten people emerged from behind the bushes, holding axes and maces, surrounding Jima in an instant.
A man wearing a straw hat and chewing on grass walked up to Jima, looked her up and down, and smiled, “Which family’s pretty girl is running around alone? It’s really heartbreaking to see.”
Someone poked the bulging saddlebag with the handle of an axe, producing a metallic clanging sound, and a glimmer of gold shone from the saddlebag’s opening, dazzling his eyes. He said, “Little girl’s wallet needs to go on a diet.”
“With so much luggage, we’re being good people by helping you carry it.”
Someone patted the horse’s rear and said, “What a good horse; it looks rather weak. How about we help you take care of it?”
The straw hat man’s gaze traveled from Jima’s loose shorts down her long black legs to her toes. “Bro, our demands aren’t high; just accompany us to have some fun, okay?”
“Boss is right,” someone chuckled, “we’ll take good care of you.”
Before Jima could respond, the straw hat man grabbed the reins, attempting to pull the horse and Jima into the small woods.
Jima remained calm, smiled at him, her golden eyes sparkling as she blinked.
The straw hat man suddenly felt something pierce him; the girl with dark hair behind him was so friendly and beautiful that he couldn’t help but want to give everything in exchange for her slightest smile.
He stood stunned in place, his heart racing.
“Yes, my family kicked me out; no one takes care of me; I don’t even know how to feed the horse. Look how pitiful it is,” Jima smiled slightly, “you guys are such good-hearted people; I’m really happy that you’re willing to help me.”
As the leader, the straw hat man looked up at Jima, stuttering, “How… how can I help you?”
Someone noticed something was off with the straw hat man and waved a hand in front of his eyes, asking, “Boss, what’s wrong with you?”
“I want to help her.”
“Weren’t we here to rob?”
Jima’s eyes narrowed slightly. She continued to use her charm, the feeling like pulling the bowstring taut, shooting invisible arrows at the mortals in front of her. At the same time, she gently covered her mouth, exclaiming, “You’re not here to help me; you’re here to rob me?”
The others shook their heads in confusion, all saying, “Boss is right; we are here to help you.”
“What a group of good-hearted people,” Jima said, “by the way, didn’t you say you would help me take care of the horse and lighten the load?”
“Right!”
“Doing things one by one is too troublesome; let’s do it together,” Jima pointed to the small trees ahead, “Why not make a litter to carry the horse? That way, the horse can rest and carry the luggage at the same time; it’s killing two birds with one stone.”
At the same time, Jima used her lying ability.
“Who carries a horse?”
“Think carefully; does what I’m saying make sense?”
The straw hat man paused, carefully pondering Jima’s words, and the more he thought about it, the more sense it made.
The bandits exchanged glances.
“It seems to make sense.”
“Really, why didn’t I think of such a good idea?”
“She’s right; doing it together is better than doing it separately.”
The bandits began to chop trees with axes and bind branches with grass ropes, planning to make a horse litter.
Jima, wearing the straw hat man’s hat, sat in the shade of the tree and said, “Brothers, work hard!”
The bandits became even more enthusiastic.
After Jima finished speaking, she threw the hat back to the straw hat man and said, “It has your sweat smell; go wash it.”
“There’s no water nearby.”
“Don’t you have a water pouch at your waist?”
“Right, how could I forget?” The straw hat man enlightened, washing the hat with the water pouch and then tying grass to wipe it clean before presenting it to Jima.
“Thanks!”
The mustachioed butler’s horse was possibly gentle in nature or had seen enough, and it obediently got onto the horse litter, surprising everyone as it was lifted smoothly.
Ten minutes later.
Jima squinted against the sun, wearing the straw hat, biting on a piece of grass, riding the horse while six men carried the litter, casually walking down the road.
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By the way, should we split this four thousand-word chapter into two to enhance readers’ enjoyment?
