Chapter 105 Chapter 104 Little Black Book
The maze, lacking an energy source, trembled. George, lacking relevant dimensional knowledge, was unaware of what might happen next. However, he wasn’t concerned about that at the moment, nor did he pay attention to the current situation.
Despite being injured, with the armor pocked and a deep gouge wound inflicted on him, Chamberlain was in worse shape, being dragged by his men, trying to retreat.
George did not continue the pursuit but turned his gaze toward the place he cared about the most.
He then discovered that the green dragon, Trilis, was eating a human.
Previously, the green dragon had not participated in the battle, resting and grazing in one spot until several human soldiers rushed in to seek death. She knocked them down and tore into their bodies.
One human soldier, caught in her jaws, screamed, helplessly tapping at her dragon teeth. Before being swallowed, he stubbornly grasped at the dragon’s fangs with both hands.
Now, she had set her sights on a wounded soldier whom George had injured. She opened her mouth, exhaled a cloud of yellowish toxic gas, and her dragon breath had a pungent smell of chlorine.
The soldier cried out in anguish as his armor corroded, and his skin and clothes rotted away. The green dragon, Trilis, happily opened her mouth wide, holding onto the corpse, tilted her head back like a fish bird swallowing prey, and devoured it.
“Help! Help!”
A wounded soldier with a severed arm supported himself against the ground. Frightened, he reached for his waist and pulled out a dagger. Losing his only support, his back fell onto the grass, and he forgot that he still had one hand.
The one-armed soldier raised his only trembling hand, holding the dagger and pointing it at the green dragon, Trilis. After savoring her meal, she swallowed contentedly, and her golden, injured dragon eye gradually healed. When it turned, it focused on the living wounded soldier.
“Commander Chamberlain, help!”
The wounded soldier called out to his commander.
The green dragon, Trilis, slightly parted her mouth, and green gas seeped out between her teeth, aimed at the wounded soldier.
George stepped in front of the injured man, raising his sword diagonally, pointing it at the green dragon.
“Why?” the green dragon Trilis asked, her voice booming, filled with the authority of a true dragon.
“Then why do you?”
“For true dragons, meat restores energy faster than grass, and humanoid creatures are already on the dragon’s menu. I still remember the delicious taste of that elf’s flesh in my ancestral memories,” the green dragon Trilis said. “Even the righteous silver dragons eat humanoid creatures, but they are hypocritical and won’t eat openly in front of you humans, while I am much more straightforward.”
As she spoke, her appearance healed at a visible speed. The eye that was pierced by the Shadow King Akarnis gradually mended. Her belly, which had been thin enough to see the number of ribs, filled out a bit, requiring more effort to count the ribs.
“I forbade you to eat him.”
“He hasn’t surrendered, and he’s still injured by you,” the green dragon Trilis said. “He won’t survive in the maze, and if you can’t bear to watch, you can turn your back; I will try to be quieter, mortal.”
“I forbid it.”
“Don’t you realize how hypocritical you are? It’s allowed for you to kill with your sword, but not for me to bite them to pieces with my teeth? I’m just casually swallowing the shredded meat,” the green dragon Trilis questioned.
“That’s too cruel.”
“Do you even remember how much roasted meat you’ve eaten?” Trilis said. “If you are referring to cruelty as me using dragon breath before eating, it’s beneficial for digestion, just like you humans prefer to eat cooked meat. In the past, a scholar once said, ‘Fire is the second stomach.’ Spraying dragon breath on food is cooking for me.”
George said, “I do not permit you to kill captives; it’s in the agreements.”
“Heh, did he surrender? Do you think he would thank you for your so-called kindness?” Trilis laughed, glancing at the trembling one-armed soldier. “Mortal, you respect the commander named Chamberlain, right? Would you be willing to surrender to the man before you, who killed your commander and severed your arm?”
“No, the commander isn’t dead!”
“Foolish, I saw George’s sword plunge into your commander’s chest; his blood is still on the blade.”
The one-armed soldier looked at George, a trace of anger emerging on his terrified face. George turned his head and promised, “I assure you, I will treat you as a captive, heal your wounds, and give you a way home.”
The one-armed soldier stared at the red stains on George’s armor, the blood of his comrade. He wanted to curse, but overestimated his courage. He recalled George’s fierce entrance into the battle and felt fear; this man was no different from the dragon. He took a deep breath, easing his fear, and firmly stated:
“I will not surrender.”
This might be the greatest courage of a mortal.
As soon as he finished speaking, the green dragon Trilis could no longer contain her appetite. She opened her mouth and released a burst of green gas directed at the one-armed soldier.
At that moment, he recalled the agonizing suffering of his comrades being corroded by dragon breath and immediately regretted it.
Dying was one thing, but dying in pain and then seeing himself being eaten was another. He was frightened and shut his eyes.
However, the anticipated corrosive pain did not come; he opened his eyes and saw George blocking in front of him, the dragon breath separated by him, and his armor sizzling. George stood like a rock, separating the green torrent of breath, which flooded across the grass, softening and flattening the green grass above puddles.
A bit of dragon breath fell onto the wounded soldier’s arm, causing pain that twisted his face.
George stabbed with his sword, piercing his heart.
Before being consumed by darkness, the one-armed soldier whispered, “Thank you.”
“Cough, cough, cough.”
George coughed and rushed out of the area filled with dragon breath. The knitted fabric on his armor was completely corroded by the strong acidic breath. Although he had extraordinary abilities for protection, taking on a dragon breath directly was still unpleasant. He extended his hand, glowing white, and slapped it on the injury. He felt significantly better, even though the wound wasn’t fully healed.
“Why bother?”
“I can’t stand it,” George said. “I began to regret agreeing to the deal with the big boss. Next time, I will definitely stop you from eating living people in front of me, green dragon.”
“How sad,” the green dragon Trilis breathed out a wisp of green gas. “I have no doubt about your determination, but let me remind you that you are severely injured and have no chance to escape.”
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“I’m telling you, I’m seriously hurt both physically and mentally, and I’ve never met a teammate like you who just leaves me behind.”
On the other side, Jima grumbled while pulling off her drenched boots from her white feet. She asked, “Can you start a fire?”
Nearby, the Shadow King Akarnis, counting coins in his pouch without raising his head, asked:
“Are you not afraid at all?”
“I’m definitely afraid of a killer,” Jima said, “but I’m even more afraid that someone accidentally finds boots in the maze.”
“It seems your previous relationship wasn’t so simple.”
“Thanks for understanding, but please start a fire, consider it preparation for burning down Shalin City.”
“Sweet talker,” the Shadow King Akarnis moved, taking out several bottles of incendiary gel and an alchemical lighter.
Having returned to her human form, Jima sprinkled the incendiary gel on her boots, also fearing that someone might accidentally see the remains, so she burned the shrubs next to the boots as well.
After using up several bottles of incendiary gel, she ignited it, and the green shrubbery burned together.
She sighed in relief and quietly opened her personal system panel. Opening the task list:
“Main task: Close the treasury and temporarily prevent the kind benefactor from stealing my inheritance.”
“Secondary task: Do not let George harbor suspicions, erase all traces.”
She checked off the secondary goal. The tasks were all “written” by herself to remind her of her actions. This was her habit; in her past life as a corporate worker, she had the custom of writing daily tasks each morning, checking them off as she completed them.
She also treated her personal system as a little black book; anyone who offended her had their names written down. The file name was simply the enemy’s name, and the content was the means of her revenge.
Recently, the file titled “Perverted Tail Control and Virgin George the Big Fool” had been growing longer.
Now that the situation was looking good, George and the green dragon Trilis would surely fall out. They would definitely distrust each other and, being held back by Chamberlain, would be delayed for quite some time… Heh, even though I appear to be in a state of distress, no one expects that I, the seemingly weakest, am secretly manipulating the entire course of events.
Jima was in a great mood, untying the thick rope around her neck and throwing it into the flames.
An enticing thought directly arose in her heart.
Why not skip closing the treasury? Just go in and gather clues about the fragments of the Demon King’s crown. Once I have them, I’ll break the contract, and I can slip away, saying goodbye to the virgin and head off alone to get the crown fragments.
Jima felt a peculiar thrill, reminiscent of waking up in the middle of the night during middle school, when her parents were sleeping, pondering whether to sneak out and go online at the nearby internet café.
There should be enough time, besides, since I’m already here, how could I not gather a bit more?
She immediately modified the main task, adding, “Before closing the treasury, enter the treasury and gather clues about the fragments of the Demon King’s crown…”
At that moment.
The voice of Shadow King Akarnis came, “Although it’s not nighttime, the smoke will expose our location.”
Jima was now very eager, stepping forward and saying, “Let’s go quickly.”
After speaking, her delicate foot stepped on a small stone, and she winced in pain.
Shadow King Akarnis said, “Burning things will draw attention.”
Jima’s body froze for a moment, then she said:
“I don’t care; all the evidence is burned anyway.”
“Lead the way.”
The Shadow King Akarnis walked beside Jima, taking strides to run.
Jima frowned, enduring the pain of stepping on the stone, and barely kept up, noticing the silver-haired half-elf looking down at the paper she had written.
She asked, “I thought you threw it away; didn’t you say my handwriting was terrible?”
“I acted impulsively before; I feel a bit guilty for selling you.”
Jima said, “It seems the Shadow King isn’t as cruel and heartless as the legends say.”
Shadow King Akarnis didn’t lift his eyes, leaping over a section of dead wood and said:
“So now, I pull out your chicken scratch and look at it a few more times; my conscience feels much better.”
“Hey, is my writing really that bad?”
“Not only is it bad, but it also makes no sense. Really, if you randomly grabbed a dog off the street, the poop it left would be clearer than what you’ve written.”
Jima was infuriated: “What don’t you understand? Point it out, and I’ll give you free education as a favor for your illiteracy.”
“What does this say?” Shadow King Akarnis stopped, pointing at a heap of nonsensical writing on the paper and asked, “What is an ‘operation rod,’ and what new thing is a keyboard?”
“This means, to the left of the red-headed operation rod, there’s a keyboard, and about the keyboard,” Jima said, “use your pathetic imagination; a keyboard is just a panel with a bunch of buttons, with symbols on it.”
“And what’s this garbage spell?” Shadow King Akarnis pointed with his long finger at a line of symbols that looked like writhing small snakes.
Jima looked closely and realized it was in English: “HelloWord, just press the buttons on the keyboard according to the symbols above.”
“Rewrite the symbols clearly for me.” Shadow King Akarnis said, “Then I will acknowledge this isn’t garbage.”
Jima re-wrote “HelloWord,” and he took it, glanced at it, and said, “Good, it went from rotten dog poop to fresh dog poop just laid out.”
Jima took a deep breath and created a new little black book in her personal information system called “Shorty Akarnis Dishar.”
