Chapter 119 Chapter 120 Acting
Kaslan is truly a businessman who has weathered many storms.
He paused for less than half a second, his smile unwavering as he said, “So it’s you. No wonder you’re reluctant to accept the family heirloom sword.”
He turned to the butler and said, “No need for the family heirloom sword.”
Jima said, “Speaking of which, it seems you have quite a few family heirloom swords.”
“Indeed! My ancestors rescued a dwarf king from the green skin underlings, and in his gratitude, the dwarf king gathered all his clans to forge a whole warehouse of rune swords for our family.” Kaslan stated, not even blushing or skipping a beat, “Each sword carries the honor of my ancestors and is invaluable.”
“I’ve heard rumors that your ancestor used a hammer and led your tribe to block the evil green skin army at a pass.”
“Yes, yes, that’s him.”
Jima didn’t expect that her casual remark about a game plot would resonate with the glorious deeds of Kaslan’s ancestor.
However, she didn’t break the illusion and said, “I’m honored to receive your precious gift.”
Kaslan turned back to her and said, “Since the guest has already received a gift, there’s no need for more. By the way, what’s going on? Didn’t you say that Miss Qiao rode away?”
“Absolutely.”
“I just arrived as well.” Jima smiled and said, “I had some matters to attend to, so I left midway, but I couldn’t go against the agreement. So, I just came from the Knight country of Barto on horseback.”
Kaslan’s expression changed instantly, his mouth slightly agape as he asked, “Is it teleportation?”
Jima blinked and smiled, “Mysterious powers should remain mysterious.”
Kaslan only had a superficial understanding of extraordinary powers; to him, the ability to teleport across long distances belonged to the highest echelon of abilities. Using it to buy low and sell high would surely lead to instant wealth. Thus, in his eyes, Jima’s image immediately elevated.
“Daughter, can you teleport like Miss Qiao?”
“Dad, I can’t. Our abilities are different.”
“How different can they be? They all come from the Church.” Kaslan inquired, “How far can you teleport? Three kilometers? Two kilometers? Or?”
Jenna, with a cold expression, replied, “Not even one centimeter.”
Immediately, in Kaslan’s eyes, Jima’s image rose a level above his eldest daughter.
Jima said, “Sister Jenna is right; abilities are different and cannot be compared casually, just like a blacksmith excels at forging, but if he brings his hammer to the battlefield, he’s far inferior to a knight.”
“But my daughter can’t even swing a hammer. You’re truly modest.” Kaslan smiled, as if fearing that Jima might take offense and fly away with wings, he turned to the servant and said, “Quickly prepare a meal, the usual hospitality for guests.”
“Yes, master.”
“Come, come, I’ll lead the way myself. If you want to eat in the future, just tell the servants.”
Kaslan personally led Jima to the dining room. Jenna’s house was massive, and as they walked down the corridor and through a small garden, they still hadn’t reached the dining room.
Along the way, Jenna’s face looked grim, and she muttered, “Dad, you’re acting again.”
Kaslan glared, saying, “Daughter, what nonsense are you talking about?”
After saying that, he turned to Jima:
“My dear daughter’s rebellious phase has lasted quite a while. What she means by acting is the regular performances of the theater troupe we originally kept at home. The performances were quite good, but regrettably, my business has recently been abandoned by the business goddess, and funds are tight, so I’ve had to let the troupe go. My daughter still really loves the play about brave warriors slaying dragons; it’s a childhood memory for her. Whenever I think of this, I feel guilty.”
“Father, it’s one thing for you to shamelessly have the theater perform your made-up dramas repeatedly, but how could you still have the face to call it a childhood memory?”
“Look at my daughter.”
Jima smiled and said, “Sister Jenna hurried back upon hearing there was something at home, showing that while her words may be harsh, she still cares very much for this family.”
“Isn’t that right? Miss Qiao is so perceptive; she seems so young yet can see through people’s hearts. My parenting of Jenna has been quite successful…” Kaslan continued, “Please take good care of my daughter in the future; if you can teach her teleportation so she can return home whenever she wishes, this old father would be immensely grateful.”
“Of course.”
Jenna covered her forehead and murmured, “God, please save your follower.”
The four of them entered the dining room and sat down in high-backed chairs made of pear wood. The walls were adorned with framed oil paintings depicting endless seas. The crystal chandelier above the dining table lit up, casting a warm yellow glow that illuminated the silver tableware set on the table, making it shine.
Once seated, the butler stood behind Kaslan.
Kaslan personally handed a silver platter to Jima, saying, “Silver is good; it has divine power that purifies the toxins in food. This set of tableware has been sanctified and is priceless.”
Jima accepted the silver platter, her fingers gripping its edge as the contact point warmed her hands. She was convinced that what Kaslan said was not false, but likely due to Jenna’s sanctifying.
She asked, “Sister Jenna, I feel a bit familiar; did you sanctify this?”
Sitting next to her father, Jenna lifted an eyelid and said, “Yes.”
Her tone sounded filled with resentment at being taken advantage of by her father.
Kaslan said, “By the way, Miss Qiao, do you know my daughter’s fiancée, the succubus servant?”
Jima reminisced and replied, “You mean the succubus named Jima? No one understands the untold story between the hero George and his succubus servant better than I do.”
“Great! My daughter has never spoken frankly to me about it. I had to ask people to find out; hearing vague rumors has truly worried this old father.” Kaslan continued, “I’ve heard that the succubus named Jima is very skilled at captivating hearts, stunningly beautiful, and easily makes the hero infatuated and wants him to divorce and marry her. Moreover, they have already been intimate several times.”
“Dad! Stop saying that.”
“I’m only relaying what I’ve heard! And you—why can’t you make things easier for us?” Kaslan glared at his daughter again, “How can you be so naive? You’ve been learning at the Church for so long; you should know the nature of succubi. Don’t think that the hero has high morals and a good character; as long as he’s a man, he will eventually lose control.”
Jima nodded repeatedly and said, “Yes, yes, yes, Sister Jenna, what your dad says is correct.”
Jenna gave Jima a helpless look and shut her mouth. Since she had promised not to expose Jima’s identity and abilities, she just let Jima prattle on.
Jima said, “According to reliable sources, the succubus and the hero have been to bed.”
Kaslan gasped, dropping his chopsticks as he exclaimed, “It has already come to this; daughter, how far have you gone with the hero?”
Jenna looked exhausted and said, “We have been through the clouds and rain together.”
Kaslan asked, “You need to hurry; at this point, don’t be shy. The other party is a shameless succubus; she will definitely not pass up an opportunity to be with the hero. No man can resist female allure for long. I’m not belittling the hero; it’s just a normal phenomenon; don’t sulk or test human nature. You must act fast; don’t let the succubus get pregnant ahead of time.”
“Yes, yes, yes.”
“Once the succubus arrives with an egg, I wonder if you can still laugh.” After saying this, Kaslan turned to Jima and asked, “Miss Qiao, do you know if succubi easily conceive with humans?”
“It shouldn’t be too easy; after all, the hero’s experience is filled with divine power, and every time he causes the succubus to scream in pain.”
“That’s a relief. Wait, how do you know this?”
“Sister Jenna told me; they were on the same bed.” And she even pinned me down, not letting me escape.
Kaslan said, “So that’s how it is; no wonder you didn’t tell me.”
“Yeah, I was quite surprised to hear about it for the first time.”
Jenna covered her gradually reddening face and let out a soft moan, “Stop talking about it.”
Kaslan said, “I’m not blaming you; on the contrary, I’m very pleased. My daughter has finally woken up. Having come this far, securing the status of legitimate wife should be very simple, right? Make sure the hero marries you properly, and then bring him over to let me see.”
Jenna felt uncomfortable; the last dispute over the position of the legitimate wife was indeed a complete disaster.
At that moment, the maids entered with the food.
Everyone tacitly stopped discussing the sensitive topic.
A silver bowl filled with wheat porridge was placed in front of Jima. As she picked up a spoon to take a bite.
Kaslan said, “Daughter, I still maintain my old saying: to catch a man’s heart, one must catch his stomach; your cooking has always been good.”
Jima’s hand trembled upon hearing this, almost making her spit the porridge back out. She hesitated for half a second but chose not to vomit and swallowed instead.
Fortunately, it wasn’t terrifying. It was just ordinary wheat porridge, merely boiled with wheat and water.
Jima suspected that Jenna’s father’s taste buds had been completely ruined by Jenna’s cooking.
Jenna’s expression worsened.
The maids brought in the first dish, which was a plate of pickled radish.
Kaslan grabbed a handful with silver chopsticks, eating with great enjoyment.
Is this the only dish?
Jima looked left and right, noticing that the serving maid had retreated behind.
There really was only wheat porridge and pickled radish.
Jenna simply didn’t touch her utensils.
Jima didn’t say anything; she actually liked eating porridge with pickled radish. She carefully picked up a small piece of pickled radish, tasting it like it was scalding tofu, cautiously licking it with her tongue first.
It was just very lightly pickled radish.
She scooped a few spoonfuls with the spoon, placing them in her bowl, taking a bite of porridge together with half a bite of pickled radish.
Kaslan had been watching Jima with peripheral vision, anticipating a look of surprise at this shabby meal, but he saw her eating it with great gusto, finishing a bowl and handing the empty bowl back to the maid for a refill.
Kaslan then shot a glare at the mustachioed butler.
The latter understood and replied, “Master, did something go wrong? This meal is too beneath our guest.”
Kaslan exclaimed, raising his head in surprise, “Ah, I’m sorry. Look at my terrible memory. This is how I usually eat, and the servants misunderstood. They actually served such poor food to the esteemed guest.”
Jima said, “No, I quite like it.”
Kaslan personally ordered the servant, “The dishes were wrong; tell the kitchen to prepare the meal we served the mayor six months ago.”
The mustachioed butler blocked the servant and said, “Master, the lady won’t agree; finances are tight at home right now.”
Kaslan waved his hand grandly and said, “Just serve it. If she disagrees, make her agree; we can’t neglect our esteemed guest!”
The mustachioed butler panicked and tried to reason, but Kaslan’s stance was firm.
Jenna leaned her forehead on the table, supporting her chin with one hand while stirring the wheat porridge with a spoon, sighing, giving Jima a helpless shrug.
