Chapter 158 Chapter 157 Naturally, It’s George
As the Black Knight knocked off the helmet of the Tangde Knight, the heavy helmet flew towards an innocent lady. At the last moment, George reached out and caught the helmet, then threw it aside.
But Jima was more concerned about something else. She looked towards his original position, which was at least fifty meters away.
Jima instinctively wondered: How could he be so fast? Not even I noticed it; is it his Diamond Extraordinary ability?
But the unyielding Black Knight didn’t take George’s words to heart. He roared angrily, stepping on the chest plate of the Tangde Knight with one foot and gripping his sword with the other, using the giant sword like a short spear, thrusting it towards his opponent’s face.
George transformed into a beam of light and instantly appeared in front of the Black Knight. He bore the sword, twisted his waist, and swung forcefully, starting with an angry strike. The Black Knight barely deflected it, and the swords clashed with a sharp sound reminiscent of a hammer striking an anvil.
George struck again, knocking the Black Knight’s sword away. The Black Knight, unwilling to back down, lunged at George. George showed no mercy, bringing the hilt down on his forehead and kicking him hard to the ground, then rushing forward to deliver a “Iron Fist of Justice” to his face.
The Black Knight was utterly dazed, losing his ability to resist.
George went up, locked his arms, and, not knowing where he pulled it from, produced an iron rope, binding his hands behind him and lifting him up.
The entire process lasted less than eight seconds, and the Black Knight was captured, appearing as weak as a ten-year-old child before George.
The gasps from the audience finally subsided.
The Tangde Knight stood up, thanking George profusely and condemning the Black Knight for his unchivalrous behavior.
The Black Knight struggled angrily, but George held him as easily as if he were a chicken, effortlessly escorting him off the stage.
Jima, who witnessed the whole scene, remained silent, pondering George’s extraordinary abilities.
Although the Black Knight’s extraordinary level was certainly lower than George’s, the fact that George subdued him so quickly, despite not even using the Holy Slash, seemed too unscientific.
Considering that George was a Paladin of Lawful Good and that his promotion to Diamond brought a qualitative change in his life—the holy water also burnt quite a bit.
Jima speculated that George’s ability was that, as a guardian of lawful goodness, he had various enhancements against evil criminal actions that disrupt order and harm innocents.
Perhaps there were even speed enhancements so he could quickly arrive at the scene of a crime.
In the end, Jima roughly deduced George’s extraordinary ability.
The ability to sense criminal behavior and to arrive at the scene of the crime immediately, with enhancements against the offenders.
At this time, the most beautiful maiden personally awarded the blood-stained Tangde Knight, and the headless corpse of the horse had been dragged away, leaving only a large pool of blood on the ground.
The Tangde Knight raised the golden holy grail, loudly praising the lake goddess.
The golden maiden said, “The dragon slayer George is the champion of this contest.”
“Of course.” Jima couldn’t help but add a touch of pride, “After all, he is the rescuer of knights.”
The rescuer of knights was designated by the “most beautiful maiden,” responsible for stopping the slaughter when knights lost their reason and attempted to kill another knight.
Although the rescuer of knights couldn’t participate in the knight contest, everyone unofficially acknowledged that the rescuer of knights could overpower all the knights on the field.
The golden maiden stood up and walked away directly.
“Hey, wait! Shall we not become friends?” Jima said, “We had such a great conversation.”
The golden maiden left without looking back: “I am not interested in unfamiliar women.”
Seeing the golden maiden’s figure fading away, Jima reflected on where she went wrong while flirting with her.
They clearly had clicked.
Jima had no awareness that she was not much different from the young man who had talked passionately about international politics and historical military affairs in front of girls just moments ago.
“It must be that I am too beautiful, making her jealous.” Jima sighed, “There’s nothing to be done; I can only lower my expectations.”
She raised her head and looked towards the other noblewomen.
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In the tranquil temple of the lake goddess.
George stepped onto the moss-covered stone slabs, one hand clasping his bucket helmet, the plates hanging from his belly armor clanging against his thigh, echoing in the corridor as he followed behind the golden maiden’s figure.
The two passed in front of the statue of the lake goddess holding the golden holy grail, turned a corner, and the golden maiden pushed open a door, revealing a bed—indeed, her private chamber.
George paused.
The golden maiden turned back and smiled at him: “What’s the matter? Is it against the code for a holy knight to discuss serious matters in a room?”
George stepped into the chamber: “I hope we can get to the point soon.”
The golden maiden took a seat, raised her hand, and pointed; the door behind George closed.
But George did not sit down, standing straight, because the chairs in the room were designed for ordinary people. For someone like him, clad in heavy armor, sitting down could easily break a chair.
The two discussed some serious matters for over ten minutes, nearing the end.
The golden maiden stood up and asked, “George, can you promise me one thing?”
“You have to say what it is first.”
“I once had a fiancé.” She walked over to the wardrobe, opened it, and took out a red silk shirt. “He sacrificed himself a long time ago, and I miss him. This is his leftover clothing, your build is quite similar to his.”
Holding the shirt, its soft fabric clinging to her curvaceous body, her tone carrying a plea: “Kind-hearted paladin, would you take off your cold armor and wear this shirt?”
George looked at her, silent for a moment, then said, “Generally speaking, I would be happy to help with this little request.”
“I will repay you, please don’t say ‘but.'”
“But I generally prefer to be straightforward.” George replied, “Do you know Jima?”
“Jima….” the golden maiden said, “That succubus you saved? I heard she’s your lover.”
“That’s a rumor.” George corrected, “We are married.”
The golden maiden was taken aback, her mouth slightly open as she asked: “Then what about the Holy Maiden?”
“Her too.”
The golden maiden’s eyes took on a flirtatious tint: “I didn’t expect you to be quite the lover, that’s quite the fortune for women everywhere.”
“So can we get straight to the point?”
“Of course.” The golden maiden walked towards George and removed her golden belt, tossing it on the bed. “Dear holy warrior, can you take off your cold armor, wear this shirt, and join me in bed? I won’t tell anyone; I just want to satisfy my womanly needs.”
“Alright, I understand.” George replied, “No, goodbye.”
With that, he pushed the door open and left, leaving the golden maiden sitting on the bed, stunned and unable to react, staring at George’s departing figure, her voice tinged with annoyance:
“Why? You’ve already been with a succubus.”
George hurriedly walked away: “She is my wife.”
“Get lost! Stinky man.”
George realized that telling the truth often easily offended others.
It must have been his earlier words that gave her some kind of hint or expectation—this was also intentional on his part.
In the end, that expectation had been dashed, and she felt he was toying with her.
But without doing so, she wouldn’t directly say what she truly meant, leaving him unable to discern her real intentions. He couldn’t just ask, “Do you want to sleep with me?”
Why can’t people just be honest?
George struggled to understand as he walked out of the temple of the lake goddess. In the distance, the competition arena was being dismantled, and at the entrance, a rosy-faced horned child leading a celestial warhorse had been waiting for a long time.
“Sir, your horse?”
George took the reins and asked: “Have you seen a woman with black hair?”
The horned child shook his head: “No, I’ve been near the stable the whole time.”
George gazed at the bustling competition arena in the distance, the knight’s sword granted by Duke Kasun at his waist, his hand resting on the bare hilt as he said, “Why hasn’t she arrived? Could something have happened?”
The army was set to depart early tomorrow morning.
Meanwhile, Jima was happily chatting with a red-haired girl.
The slender red-haired girl gazed at Jima with sparkling eyes. In her view, Jima’s skin radiated light, her voice melodious; she only regretted never having met Jima before.
“Where are you from, little girl?”
“Oh, it’s fine. The outside world is very exciting. Do I look like a bad person to you, sister?”
“Come on, would you like to go to the outskirts with me? Don’t be afraid if we encounter beastmen; I can take on a hundred of them by myself.”
The red-haired girl nodded, her gaze fixed on Jima’s face: “Okay, okay.”
The servant beside the red-haired girl said, “Miss, this isn’t very good; we should head back; it’s so cold.”
Jima shot a glance at the servant, giving a captivating smile: “Women need to embrace nature too. Besides, I’m a woman too. Being with your lady won’t tarnish her virtue, right?”
“Uh…”
“Does it look like I’m a bad person?”
Both shook their heads: “No, no.”
“Alright, it’s settled.” Jima mounted her horse, taking the red-haired girl toward the forest. “It won’t take long, just three or four minutes.”
The red-haired girl asked, “Is your home in the forest?”
“In a very magical place.” Jima winked at her, taking her hand, “I have lots of fun toys at home.”
“How fun?”
Jima squeezed her hand: “Fun enough for you to remember it for a lifetime.”
“Okay.” The red-haired girl looked adoringly at the succubus Jima, “Take me there quickly.”
At that moment, the sound of hooves approached, and a familiar male voice called out from behind: “Whoa~~, slow down. Ladies, excuse me.”
It was George’s voice. Jima’s soul momentarily scattered in panic; her body stiffened for a moment, but she still managed to maintain a natural smile as she turned her head.
George sat atop a fully armored white horse, his eyes sharp as two knives, piercing into Jima.
Calm down, calm down, I’ve changed my appearance and switched my horse’s color.
“Are you the famous George?” Jima held tightly to the red-haired girl’s hand, “May I ask what the matter is?”
George suddenly rode closer, reaching out to grab the invisible horns on Jima’s head.
Jima tilted her head, quickly stopping her horse: “Be gentle, gentle, you’re going to pull off my horn!”
“You’re lying.”
The power of the lies that enveloped Jima and her horse faded, revealing the black-haired, horned succubus on a chestnut mare. Her glossy horns were now being gripped by George.
The red-haired girl and her servant let out a gasp.
“She’s a beastwoman?”
“She is the succubus Jima; you have been enchanted just now. I apologize.” George nodded, pulling Jima by her horn back.
With her horn caught, Jima struggled to turn her face towards the red-haired girl, but unfortunately, George’s grip was too strong; she couldn’t twist her head. She could only wave goodbye:
“Lovely girl, let’s play together next time… George, gentle…”
