Chapter 166 Chapter 167 Green Hat
With a good mood for the day, Ji Ma got up in the morning, finished washing up, and started working.
The work, of course, was to mass-produce more money-attracting potions.
During this time, something happened. Caslan wanted to drink the potion himself. As he put it, “If Ji Ma drinks one bottle and makes a thousand gold coins, if I drink a dozen, won’t that cover the deficit and pay off the debts?”
Jenna was terrified and urged him repeatedly, saying that such shortcut magic potions often come with a huge price. She cited many examples, fearing that her father would be blinded by greed.
Caslan had a serious look of someone who was being taught a lesson. If it weren’t for Ji Ma seeing the blue vortex representing greed in his chest almost taking up the entire area, he almost would have tricked her.
Ji Ma suggested giving Caslan a taste of the price. After he drank a bottle of money-attracting potion while protected by a shield blessed by Jenna, he rode in a carriage onto the street and encountered an accident less than twenty minutes later.
Because each accident was shielded by Jenna’s divine magic, only requiring a small compensation from the other party, in half a day, Caslan experienced multiple accidents including carriage drifting, falling into water, being rear-ended, and being T-boned.
He went pale with fear and vomited twice before giving up on the idea of drinking the money-attracting potions. Finally, he was willing to conduct business honestly by selling potions.
After working hard all morning, Ji Ma produced another batch of potions and exchanged them for the second and third letters from George from Caslan. She lay on the bed in Jenna’s boudoir, reading and laughing.
“Ji Ma, what are you laughing at?”
Jenna, who was changing clothes behind the screen, asked.
“It’s nothing.” Ji Ma neatly folded the letters and rolled over on the bed, which was full of Jenna’s scent.
If George knew that the object of his affection had already laid her evil hands on his fiancée and turned her against him, he wouldn’t know what to feel.
How pitiful.
“Ji Ma, I’m heading out first.”
Jenna came out from behind the screen in her formal attire, wearing a fitted silver robe with an emblem of the God of Dawn depicted on her chest. A bronze incense burner hung from her waist, emitting meditative smoke. She was surrounded by a faint glow, looking like a pure goddess.
“Oh, remember to call out if you need anything.”
Since Ji Ma stopped Jenna from losing control, she had been justifiably sharing the same bed and living together with Jenna, in case Jenna needed assistance if she lost control again.
Now Jenna had suspended all treatment services and was only active at home. She only accepted contract services, as many merchants hoped to sign contracts in front of the God of Dawn to punish any wrongdoers.
Saint Jenna looked at her golden hair tied back in the mirror, ensured her hairnet was tight enough, and prepared to go out.
Ji Ma walked over, hugged her shoulders, smiled, and kissed her cheek, saying:
“Let me have a farewell kiss.”
Jenna shrugged and asked, “Why do you seem a bit strange?”
“I’m just in a really good mood today.” Ji Ma responded cheerfully, turned, and skipped towards the bed, her tail happily swaying side to side, “I’m going to take a nap now.”
Jenna thought nothing of it and gently closed the door behind her as she left.
Ji Ma held the thin blanket and giggled quietly. Jenna didn’t reject her actions; this time it was a kiss on the cheek, next time it could be on the lips, and eventually, it could lead to more.
From a certain perspective, Jenna would eventually become an unconscious member of her harem, taking the first step towards realizing her dream.
She eagerly closed her eyes, wishing to enter the dream realm and show off to George, the victim.
With her head resting on a feather pillow and her eyes closed, she gradually lost track of time.
Entering into a black-and-white dream, she saw the black smoke emitted from Master Dong Dong’s dream seeds. Indeed, he was also napping at this time.
Originally, Ji Ma planned to wait until night to act like the Dark Demon, as the night would enhance the Dark Lord’s imposing presence.
But she couldn’t wait any longer; it felt as if she had unexpectedly drawn an SSR and was eager to show off her luck in front of her friends.
Ji Ma was dying to flaunt the big green hat.
As soon as she arrived in Master Dong Dong’s dream, she frightened him into shouting “Dong Dong Dong,” signaling George that the Dark Demon had arrived.
Ji Ma arranged the palace shrouded in gray mist. She sat on an iron throne forged from thousands of long swords, resting her chin on her index finger, recalling how she had frightened George the last time. Unsurprisingly, she had nearly forgotten the specifics of the decor.
So, she casually created a dozen Greek columns that rose through the gray mist, each large enough to be hugged by ten people. With another snap, a square table appeared in front of the iron throne.
It would take George some time to arrive in the dream.
Suddenly, Ji Ma had a whimsical idea to make George wear a green hat. Literally putting a green hat on him—since she was now the Dark Lord, coercing him with information to wear a green hat didn’t seem out of place.
Just imagining George seriously donning a green hat made Ji Ma laugh so hard she jumped up from the iron throne, landed on her feet, and began dancing in zero gravity while singing.
“Green hat, give me one, you gotta be strong, yeah!”
As she retreated, she snapped her fingers, and a green hat over a meter tall landed centrally on the table.
Her singing echoed through the palace.
Beneath the palace, Master Dong Dong was curled up on the ground, trembling violently. In his ears, he heard a certain terrifying incantation from above, which sounded like a demon casting an evil spell.
Ji Ma bounced around for three minutes, standing on one foot on the table leg, raising the other foot high until her calf nearly touched her cheek.
The dream trembled.
The brave green hat had arrived.
Ji Ma quickly jumped down from the tabletop, spun in the air, and transformed from the demon girl into the Dark Demon in a black helmet and armor, sitting on the iron throne, waiting for her guest.
In front of the square table were steps, and from below the steps came Master Dong Dong’s warning voice:
“It’s over, it’s over, the world is going to end; I hear the Dark Demon singing the doomsday incantation.”
Was my song so horrible when sung in Chinese? Ah, it must be because I distorted his senses in advance to avoid being exposed.
Ji Ma raised her right hand, and the imperial march echoed throughout the mist-covered palace. The large green hat on the table shrank to a normal size.
Two gray figures rose from behind the steps. Although the details were not visible, one silhouette looked very familiar.
It was George.
Ji Ma’s tail involuntarily lifted, swaying left and right.
“Demon.” The familiar figure stopped, “What evil ideas are you plotting again?”
“Hey~ I’m just here to see how my little hero is faring with my test,” Ji Ma said in a strange male voice, similar to someone who had fallen into lava, half-baked, with a severely damaged respiratory system, “So, have you found the Dark Elf yet?”
“We briefly found their trace,” George said, “But we encountered beastmen and lost track.”
“So, you’ve been fighting those shapeshifting beastmen in the forest every day for ten days since I left?”
“Yes.”
How tough.
“I can give you more accurate guidance.” Ji Ma looked at the green hat on the table, her smile gradually widening, “As long as one small condition is met.”
“Not a chance! Demon, I’ll never let this world fall into your swarm.”
“George, why not listen?”
“I don’t need to listen to know.” George’s voice was laced with disdain, “The books say demons tempt people into deals, and the first request is always for something trivial to lower my guard.”
The march reached a climax.
Ji Ma raised her hand, and a fabricated figure was lifted from the seat. He struggled furiously, his hands grasping at the invisible hand around his neck.
The sound of a sword being unsheathed rang out, and George pointed his two-handed sword at Ji Ma.
Ji Ma felt a slight pain in her chest as she released her grip on the struggling person and said:
“Phew~~ I can’t help but lock people’s throats.” Ji Ma said, “Since you’re so alert, why not listen to my request? It’s very simple; if you wear the green hat on the table, next time I will tell you where that poor Demon Lord’s extraordinary material is.”
“Demon, I refuse.” George was as stubborn as a rock, “We have already found a small trace.”
So he insists on wanting to get it for free.
Just as Ji Ma was trying to get George to wear the green hat.
“Demon, can I wear it for him?”
Ji Ma turned her gaze to the person who came with George for the first time; it was a woman’s voice. She had previously focused all her attention on George; otherwise, she wouldn’t have dodged his attack at such a crucial moment and tricked him.
The voice sounded quite pleasant, but a paladin soldier who could execute missions alongside George was likely a hefty woman with a barrel waist and thick arms, big enough to rival a man; just look at how tall she was.
Ji Ma was curious about what the other person looked like. The uglier she was, the more Ji Ma would revel in it. In reality, her tail was already swaying back and forth in excitement.
“Hey~~ Come closer and pick up the green hat for me to consider.”
“Frost Leaf, don’t fall into its trap.”
That name sounded somewhat familiar.
Before Ji Ma could recall, the woman’s figure moved closer, her outline gradually coming into focus. She was a tall female figure, clad in silver-scaled armor, which failed to conceal the wonderful curves of her long legs.
Gray mist flowed past her, as if she were rising from underwater to the surface, her features becoming clearer.
A frosty, oval face, with cold green eyes, and every silver hair seemed forged from mithril, glossy and smooth, tied in a waist-length ponytail. She had a silver bow slung across her waist. Beneath her armor skirt were a pair of long, silver legs.
It was Eve Frost Leaf. This elven woman, exuding an aura that repelled strangers, resolutely reached for the green hat on the table.
Clearly, she was a rare flower, nourished by moonlight and dew. All men who sought to pluck her had frozen to death halfway up the mountain. Yet she was so close to George, willing to step into the demon’s trap for him.
Eve Frost Leaf picked up the green hat and coldly looked at Ji Ma, asking, “Wear it?”
Ji Ma’s face, hidden beneath the helmet, froze. Or rather, her whole being stiffened.
Oh my god! Is there no law? It’s only been a little while since they last met, and George has grown close to such a stunning beauty. Wasn’t she supposed to stay on the High Elf Island? Wasn’t it said that elves think of humans as mere monkeys? How did she end up in the countryside, experiencing life with a monkey?
George, you must be the illegitimate child of the goddess of destiny, right? When no one is around, that bitch sends you beauties.
Ji Ma didn’t know why, but her hand involuntarily lifted, and the green hat was pulled away by an invisible force, flying toward Ji Ma’s head.
