Chapter 59 Chapter 60 Must-Buy Merchandise for Strong Men (Part 1)
Ji Ma and George walked toward Jenna’s courtyard.
“Is Jenna coming too?” Ji Ma asked. “Speaking of which, with this task being so rugged and challenging, will she be able to adapt?”
In Ji Ma’s eyes, Jenna was a privileged young lady, whose only role was to be beautiful and have a nice figure. Adventure and the hardships it brings were best avoided.
“Jenna isn’t as fragile as she looks.”
However, Ji Ma imagined Jenna, with her perfectly ample chest, dressed in a spotless silver robe, walking on a dirt path covered in mud and dung, only for her robe to become soiled shortly after.
That wouldn’t be a good look.
Ji Ma couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy.
At this moment, a thought struck her, and she clapped her hands: “Right, she can float!”
“She has been on a mission with me before,” George seemed to know what Ji Ma was thinking. He continued, “Last time, we fought against the vampire duke’s undead army, I remember she mentioned it to you.”
“How many people were on that mission?”
“Three hundred.”
“That’s a whole army.”
It was normal for someone to serve Jenna and provide her a dignified lifestyle.
Ji Ma eagerly asked, “How many people are on this mission?”
“Three: you, me, and Jenna.”
Great, not even a servant to carry the night pot.
Beauty requires maintenance.
Ji Ma couldn’t bear to see Jenna lose her beauty. After all, the Virgin Jenna reignited her admiration for the female body.
“Speaking of which, as the strongest new generation of the temple, why doesn’t the temple consider sending more servants to help with trivial matters?” Ji Ma said. “Look, Lis is out experiencing life slaying goblins, and she has a cavalry battalion following her.”
“Everything is kept simple,” George replied. “Living frugally is better. Excessive desires only make the burden heavier, and that’s at least how I hold myself to it. Besides, we’re not going out for vacation; the temple doesn’t offer vacation services for anyone.”
Ji Ma glanced at George. He was clad in heavy armor, carrying only a backpack, and nothing else.
Not the slightest air of a platinum-class powerhouse.
If he were to go to the Empire and ask for lower expectations, he could easily collaborate with a local wealthy merchant and have at least three servants following him—one to drive the horse, one to run errands, and one to chat with him.
Ji Ma said, “Devotion is just a way to save money.”
They turned a familiar corner and were close to Jenna’s courtyard.
Ji Ma had already mentally prepared herself to accept all of Jenna’s simple but less glamorous appearances.
As soon as she turned the corner, she saw Jenna’s tall and proud figure. She shifted her gaze from Jenna’s impressive silhouette and looked up and down, noticing the Virgin Jenna was still wearing her usual silver robe edged in bronze, standing among horses and mules.
One mule was loaded with a large number of packages, while the other was empty.
The Virgin Jenna held the reins of a white horse and smiled at George: “Good afternoon, dear. I’m all set and ready to go.”
Ji Ma asked, “Wow, why are you carrying so much?”
The Virgin Jenna explained, “There are two mules; one carries miscellaneous items…”
Ji Ma glanced at the heavy load on the mule and murmured, “With that much stuff, you might as well consider becoming a country merchant.”
“The other mule is for backup, and one is for carrying horse feed,” the Virgin Jenna said. “Even though Ji Ma is a servant, she’s so small; I can’t have her carrying everything, right?”
“Jenna, you really thought this through,” Ji Ma said, glancing at George. “Speaking of which, is there a way to report child labor here? I want to report a certain Mr. Hammer for exploiting child workers.”
“As for the horses, they are, of course, for transportation,” George said. “I have warhorses from the divine realm.”
“Warhorses aren’t just for riding all day,” Jenna pointed to another batch of white horses and said, “I thought you would like white horses, so I prepared one for you.”
Ji Ma noticed that Jenna’s mount was also white, and the two horses looked very similar.
“What about me?” Ji Ma asked.
Jenna pointed to a chestnut mare behind her and said, “This is a gentle mare I prepared for you.”
Ji Ma protested, “But this means I have too much stuff to carry on my own for the mission.”
Jenna clapped her hands, and the backpack on the ground floated up, landing on the mule’s back and tying itself down. She smiled and said, “It’s an invisible servant; I’ve brought two invisible servants.”
Invisible servants are a type of spell that, if maintained on a magical item, costs a significant fortune. Aside from introverted people who dislike socializing, very few would spend a large amount of money on a magical item for an “invisible servant.”
Because that expense could hire a professional servant team to serve the owner for twenty years.
Ji Ma smiled and said, “Jenna, you’re so thoughtful. This must have cost a lot.”
The Virgin Jenna smiled with the pride of a hostess and said, “It’s nothing much; as long as everyone is happy, this money is not a big deal.”
Ji Ma immediately abandoned the “poor kid” attitude, embracing the wealthy Jenna and burying her face between her impressive curves, enjoying the softness and saying:
“Jenna, you’re just amazing, so good to me.”
The Virgin Jenna said, “Alright, alright, we should get going.”
Ji Ma lifted her head, and her impressive curves shook slightly. She noticed that the Virgin Jenna remained composed, treating her enthusiasm as nothing unusual.
Wearing the skin of a beautiful woman and enjoying the benefits feels great.
Ji Ma stole a glance at George, whose cheeks had turned slightly red, inhaling the peach blossom fragrance in the air, alleviating her hunger.
How sad, being openly cuckolded and still feeling excited.
Ji Ma thought, filled with a sense of pride as she mounted the chestnut mare and followed the two.
Half an hour later, the three of them rode south.
Ji Ma asked, “What is the specific content of this task?”
“An invasion by the green-skinned warband,” George said. “Some time ago, Bishop Gregory has been assisting the lord in eliminating greenskins. Now the green-skinned warband has been scattered into smaller raiding gangs but still requires some help.”
“Specifically in which area?”
“At the southern border of the Bartos Knight Kingdom.”
Ji Ma recalled that this task’s location was in the southern border of the Bartos Knight Kingdom, quite far from the White City.
In this way, she wouldn’t have to worry about her book’s heat reaching George’s ears and raising his suspicions.
This task is still beneficial for her. Otherwise, if he discovered she sneaked out and heard about the major sales of “The Misfortunes of the Elven Queen” immediately after, he would definitely suspect her. He would interrogate her like a censor.
Ugh, what a heartless man, clearly having had his way with her.
Ji Ma looked at the Virgin Jenna sitting sideways on her saddle, the saddle adorned with silver, quite expensive.
Jenna is so rich; I’m still worried about needing money to buy potion materials.
By the way, I wonder if people in this world can accept a flying cup.
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A few days later.
The burly knight Sam, disappointed, received a copy of “The Misfortunes of the Elven Queen” from Mr. Dongdong, priced at one gold coin. This was a special edition, tailored for high-end readers. The cover featured a regular illustration of the Elven Queen (George’s original artwork) and looked quite legitimate.
But as soon as he opened the cover, the second page showed the Elven Queen blushing, with a colorful illustration beneath her skirt depicting a pool of unclear thick liquid. This revision was personally guided by Ji Ma after acquiring George’s original artwork.
Sam muttered to himself, “There’s no second edition; a collector’s version will do.”
He then raised his pudgy face and asked Mr. Dongdong, “If there’s news about new works, please write to inform me.”
“Understood, understood, I understand,” Mr. Dongdong smiled. “Our service for high-end clients is always attentive.”
“Can you tell me the author’s address?”
“You are the thirty-eighth reader to ask me for the author’s address,” Mr. Dongdong replied. “For the safety of the author, I cannot disclose it.”
“I just want to buy him a good bottle of wine, a bouquet of chrysanthemums, a gift to encourage him to write the next book quickly.”
“Ah, actually, I don’t know where the author lives either; I’ve never even met him.”
Sam lowered his head in disappointment again, giving up on the idea of kidnapping. He carefully put away the collector’s edition of “The Misfortunes of the Elven Queen” and turned to leave.
Mr. Dongdong called out to him, “Please wait a moment.”
Sam turned back.
Mr. Dongdong lowered his voice and said, “That author has powerful connections; he got some merchandise that strong men must buy.”
“Merchandise?”
“Things related to the contents of the book, guaranteed to give you an immersive experience.”
“What kind of things?”
“One thing that lets you experience what happens after the cliffhanger ending of the first book.”
Sam’s curiosity was piqued; the ending of the first book was quite frustrating, ending just when the Elven Queen was tied up and suspended in mid-air, confronting eighteen muscular orcs, abruptly cutting off.
He stretched his stout neck and leaned in to listen.
Mr. Dongdong lowered his voice even more: “It’s a replica of the Elven Queen’s 100% fitting cup, designed to let you experience the feeling of the Queen’s embrace.”
“What!”
