Chapter 118 Chapter 119 Marin City
After a while.
In the free city of Marin City, in a large courtyard surrounded by bustling buildings.
As soon as Jenna returned home, she washed off the travel dust and lay down early on the large bed in her long-separated bedroom, stretching her calves and falling into a dream on her side.
At the same time.
Jima tore through the barrier between dreams and the dreaming world, looking at the “dream seed” implanted in Jenna’s dream, reaching out her hand and gripping it tightly. A pulling force dragged her forward, and Jima spread her wings, which were five times her length and one time her width.
The gray and white dreamscape rapidly receded, and Jima couldn’t help but imagine herself soaring in the sky like a giant eagle.
Jima couldn’t help but think.
If I hadn’t missed the opportunity for growth during the upgrade, would there also be a pair of wings like this in reality?
Before she could smash the pot over George’s head as usual.
The scenery rushing backwards suddenly came to a halt. She looked left and right, arriving in a familiar yet somewhat strange room.
The decoration and layout resembled Jenna’s room in the church, but many places were different.
Floating at the location of the bed was a dream radiating a pale white light. Jima reached out to touch it; the dream was warmer than any she had ever entered, gently embracing Jima, causing her vision to whiten, and after a while, the scenery became clear.
Jima found herself in a pavilion made of white marble, and seeing Jenna, appropriately dressed in a gold-thread silver robe, seated upright on a high-backed chair, her pair of gentle green eyes sparkling with curiosity as she gazed at Jima.
Seeing Jenna’s bright eyes, Jima couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed. On the way here, she had fantasized about giving Jenna a little dream of “milking a cow,” one that would be forgotten upon waking.
Her gaze lingered for a moment on Jenna’s chest tightly wrapped in soft fabric, and she said:
“Long time no see. I really missed you.”
“Jima, many people miss you, especially the butler. He keeps nagging about you all day.”
Jima was still very concerned about this unfortunate fellow’s situation.
Recently, she had been engrossed in herbalism, trying to develop more magical potions. The villagers enthusiastically lent her their dogs for the medicine, but it all ended in failure. Afterwards, whenever Jima went for a walk, the village dogs would avoid her, tucking their tails and fleeing with a whimper.
Because of this, Jima decided to spend some time in Marin City. Since it was like this, her relationship with Jenna’s family couldn’t be too strained.
“How does he miss me?”
“He wears the grass ring you gave him every day, and he has people throw stones at him. As long as the stones don’t hit him, he happily comes over, saying it’s the ring’s blessing. I don’t even want to talk to him now.”
Jima sighed in relief; it seemed that out of pride, the butler still thought the ring was useful.
“Well, that’s quite nice,” Jima said. “At least he bought his happiness.”
“Yesterday he was hit on the forehead by a pebble the size of a goose egg and lay on the cart all day. When he returned home today, he told my dad and got scolded so badly he fainted on the spot,” Jenna said. “I think when he sees you again, he won’t be friendly. I still suggest you return the money to him.”
How is that possible? That is my hard-earned money.
However, Jima said, “If sister Jenna insists, then I will return it. I can’t let sister Jenna feel awkward.”
Jenna comforted her, “It’s nothing. I’m actually quite happy to see him get put in his place. That’s the price of greed, I guess.”
“Then I will be very happy to visit your home, the beautiful Miss Jenna.” Jima slightly bowed and said, “I’ll jump from your dream into reality now.”
“What a convenient ability! But can you wait a moment?” Jenna put down her emptied teacup and asked, “In the dream, do you feel like a creator, able to create whatever you wish?”
“If you agree, you could say it’s something like that.”
Jenna leaned forward happily and asked, “Then can you conjure up George?”
Wow! Does the girl want to have a dream about him that badly?
Jima’s tail swayed excitedly, contemplating how to perform a switcheroo to become George, engaging in a thrilling and exciting activity with Jenna openly.
“Of course I can.”
Jima snapped her fingers with her free right hand.
Tall and serious-looking, dressed in casual clothes, George appeared beside Jenna out of thin air. His lifeless blue eyes held a hint of coldness and cruelty, as if he would draw the holy sword beside him at any moment and skewer someone.
Jenna, who had just been curious and enthusiastic, suddenly lost her smile and said, “George? He doesn’t seem real.”
“Of course he’s not real.”
Jenna’s enthusiasm diminished significantly, saying, “I thought you could bring George over; still, you’ve worked hard.”
Disappointed that her plan had fallen through, Jima was about to feel regret when Jenna propped her chin with one hand, studying “George,” and suddenly said:
“Is this the image of George in your heart? It should be a projection from your subconscious. According to the theory of spirit and energy, George has a dangerous connotation in your mind, which is quite unexpected…”
Jima hurriedly made “George” smile, but it was too hasty, and “George” ended up grinning like a goblin, with his mouth almost stretching to his ears.
She chuckled, “Well, when he forces me to copy books, that’s how he looks in my mind.”
“That smile is too exaggerated, giving off an air of desperation.”
Jima immediately dismissed George, saying, “It consumes too much magic; I can’t keep it up.”
“Don’t be shy. I’m also working hard to heal your spiritual wounds.”
“It’s getting late, and walking in dreams is indeed quite exhausting.” Saying this, Jima tore a rift with her hands in front of her and, like a butterfly emerging from a cocoon, used all her strength to pass through the barrier between dreams and reality, arriving in reality.
Jima’s legs landed, her body swayed from fatigue, and she “accidentally” plopped down onto the bed, pressing down on Jenna’s hand.
Jenna opened her eyes suddenly, pulling her hand from underneath Jima’s backside, saying, “Jima? You don’t have much meat on your backside.”
“I haven’t been eating much lately.”
“What about your luggage?”
“It all burned; I didn’t bring a single change of clothes. There are limits to what you can bring when walking in dreams.”
Jenna sat up suddenly, saying, “Perfect timing, I’ll take you to buy clothes.”
Jima regretted that Jenna was in proper attire lying on the bed, and she couldn’t help but start to reflect on whether she had been too exposed, making Jenna wary of her.
Once Jenna had her golden hair pinned back, she stepped out with Jima.
Stepping out the door and passing through the colonnade, when they walked past a hall, they suddenly heard a hoarse wail coming from inside.
“You fool! Blockhead! Idiot! I might as well throw my gold coins into the water; at least they’ll make a noise and others would think I’m generous! That little George is just a big scammer! After scamming you, he just ran away.”
Jenna turned to Jima and said, “My father.”
“I’m very sorry about this.” It was impossible to return the money, but one had to say something nice.
“I’m quite happy that the butler got taken advantage of; he always thinks I’m an idiot, treats me like a child, and frequently uses a condescending tone to educate me,” Jenna said. “But what I want to say isn’t this.”
“What is it?”
“My father studied at a theater for a while when he was younger.”
Just after Jenna finished speaking.
From the entrance of the hall came a high-pitched, sing-song voice:
“Oh, God! Goddess of commerce, why have you treated me so? To let a small-time thief deceive my trusted aide, causing him to willingly hand over nine hundred seventy-one silver coins to a scammer with no extraordinary powers? And my daughter even guaranteed her!”
If this were on a theater stage, perhaps it would earn some applause. But here…
Jima felt goosebumps creeping all the way to the tip of her tail.
Jenna covered her face and said, “He was still the worst student in the class and got expelled by the teacher.”
“By the way, he didn’t give me more than nine hundred gold coins.”
“When he counts money, he includes transportation fees and compensation for emotional distress.”
The butler with a mustache’s voice came: “She is the good friend of Miss Jenna and also an extraordinary person. Miss Jenna speaks very highly of her, and she also said she would return to Marin City.”
“She’s just a scammer! My rebellious eldest daughter dares to deceive her own father, let alone you.”
Jenna scoffed and said:
“I’ve been clearly advising Jima not to mind. This is a play they’re performing; it has always been like this since we were children. Do you remember that maid who didn’t even greet us and hurriedly left when we were going out? She went to inform them.”
The mustache butler said, “My lord, don’t get angry, don’t get angry; the young lady must have also been deceived.”
“An extraordinary person was actually deceived by a mere mortal. Unfilial! How can my daughter be so naive?”
Unable to suppress her desire to act, Jima walked directly to the entrance of the hall.
In the center of the hall, the mustache butler, with his head wrapped in bandages, looking like he was surrounded by layers of gauze, appearing as if a minotaur had struck him with an axe, held onto a tall, skinny man with green eyes and red beard.
He wore patched-up casual clothes that looked very shabby, appropriate only for the impoverished. But Jima could tell at a glance that the patches were newer than the common clothes, and the fabric was of a much higher quality.
“Hello.” Jima smiled sweetly at the two men and said to the tall, thin middle-aged man, “Hello, you must be sister Jenna’s father. It’s my first time visiting; please take good care of me.”
The mustache butler stared blankly at Jima.
Jenna entered, hands on her hips, saying, “Dad, you’re wearing a costume again.”
Jenna’s father pointed at Jima and asked, “Who is she?”
“My good friend, and we’ve fought against the greenskins together.”
“Then…” Jenna’s father’s eyes brightened, straightening up and walking toward Jima, saying, “No need to be polite. Treat this place like your own home. Thank you for taking care of my eldest daughter. Butler, go get our family heirloom sword and give it to her as a gift.”
The mustache butler’s mustache twitched as he said, “But—”
Jenna’s father waved his hand decisively, “There’s no but. My wife doesn’t want to part with it, but it’s alright. I’m in charge here.”
Having said that, he smiled at Jima and said, “At first glance, you look like a girl with mysterious powers. You must have taken good care of my eldest daughter; please do accept my family heirloom sword.”
Jima replied, “Thank you very much.”
Jenna sighed deeply, covering her face and not wanting to speak.
“My name is Kaslan, Jenna’s father.” After saying this, Kaslan glared forcefully at the butler beside him and said, “Why are you still standing there? Hurry up and call someone to bring the family heirloom sword, don’t neglect our esteemed guest!”
The mustache butler hesitantly pointed a trembling finger at Jima, saying, “But… but she is…”
“I said there’s no but.”
Jima smiled and said, “My name is Little George. I am the scammer who tricked your trusted aide into giving me nine hundred seventy-one silver coins and possess no extraordinary powers.”
Kaslan was stunned.
