Chapter 60 Chapter 61 Tough Guys Must Buy Surroundings (Part 2)
Sam, a strong man, was both shocked and angry. He was enraged that the other party treated him like some filthy toy, and deep down he felt a wicked, shameful thrill.
Sam firmly stated, “Although I don’t understand what a ‘gray machine cup’ is, based on your introduction, it seems like a vile thing. Do you actually look down on a knight and think that I, like you, a merchant who sells my shame to dogs, lack morality?”
Finally, that wicked excitement in him flickered like a small flame against his lower abdomen.
Is there really something that can let me experience… the feeling of the Elven Queen’s approval?
Sam’s expression became more righteous as he said solemnly, “In any case, you are insulting me.”
Mr. Dongdong was not particularly scared, and he lowered his head and said, “I apologize, my knight. I did not mean to insult you. I merely noticed how much you enjoyed this novel and were looking forward to the next part, so I boldly recommended this ‘surrounding’ to you in hopes of letting you experience the joy that reading brings.”
Sam snorted coldly but did not leave. The words “experience” and “joy” from Mr. Dongdong’s mouth were like coal tossed into a fire, causing his desires to crackle excitedly.
Mr. Dongdong knew he had piqued Sam’s interest, so he lowered his voice and said, “But with the Queen’s approval, it’s 100% guaranteed to be a replica. You must be just curious about what it is, am I right?”
Sam originally wanted to slam his fist on the table and curse at him, “I am not a perverted lecher!”
However, Mr. Dongdong’s words were too enticing. He was merely curious.
Most of what merchants sell is fake. He would teach Mr. Dongdong a lesson later.
Sam crossed his arms and said, “Show it to me.”
Mr. Dongdong smiled, retrieved a well-crafted box from under the counter, opened the lid, and on the red silk cloth lay a cylindrical object with a crack at the top and an intricately complex interior, looking exquisite like jelly.
After just one glance, Sam inexplicably felt that it was indeed made from the Elven Queen’s own approval seal, and he was steadfast in this belief.
Such a delicate, narrow object could only belong to the Elven Queen.
With the blessing of the Lake God, it looked like a brilliant crystal.
Sam’s heart suddenly raced, and his cheeks flushed. This feeling was like when he was ten years old and first held a secret. He kept his gaze fixed on the gray machine cup and asked, “This, can it be used directly?”
“Put it into the matching wooden cup, and it can be used directly,” Mr. Dongdong replied with a suggestive smile, “It even comes with lubricant oil.”
“How much?”
“Fifty gold coins.”
The high price felt like cold water splashed on Sam’s head, but it was quickly evaporated by desire.
Sam gritted his teeth and said, “Buy it!”
Mr. Dongdong beamed and said, “It’s a hard situation; who asked the author not to continue writing?”
Sam paid fifty gold coins himself and said, “Yes, it’s all that lazy author’s fault.”
Mr. Dongdong chuckled, “I understand your feelings. You know, the streets are full of pirated copies, and the author doesn’t actually earn much, not even enough for his wife and kids to eat. If you secretly invite a few friends to buy, it’d be like supporting the author, which would motivate him to write another book.”
Sam carefully placed the box containing the “surrounding” down and said, “Support the author.”
After that, he hurriedly turned and left, calling to the attendant waiting at the door, heading straight back to the inn.
Once back at the inn, he casually found a reason to send the attendant away, closed the door, and after confirming the door was securely shut several times, he eagerly took out the box and placed it on the table.
He took out his collector’s edition book and for the thirty-ninth time read the ending, closing his eyes and fantasizing about the beautiful and noble Elven Queen being shamefully hung up by green-skinned orcs.
He put down the book, picked up the gray machine cup, and examined it closely.
That translucent color, that shallow depth, was something only a forever chaste Elven Queen, who would never loosen up no matter how many times, could possess.
Sam eagerly dripped the oil into the gray machine cup, holding it tightly, thrusting it forcefully.
“… So tight…”
“It must belong to Her Majesty the Queen…”
The table shook rhythmically.
Sam fantasized that he was a rough, dirty orc, passionately thrusting, spilling his filthy desires onto the crying and excited Elven Queen.
One orc finished, another took his place.
The Elven Queen must be both excited and desperate.
Two or three…
Sam lay limp on the ground, immersed in a feeling of void after ecstasy.
At that moment, he understood what was meant by the phrase in the original text: “…half a wail, half an orgasmic soprano…”
He relished the feeling from before and murmured to himself, “It’s even better than with a real person; it truly lives up to being the Elven Queen’s.”
As he said this, tears of emotion welled up in his eyes.
“… So urgent, so shallow, it’s worth it for my whole life.”
He might not have considered that even finding a female goblin outside would bring a similar experience.
After pondering for four to five minutes.
In his moment of clarity, Sam didn’t call for the attendant; instead, he personally washed the gray machine cup and carefully stored it away.
Such a great item must be recommended to his best friends.
An idea suddenly struck Sam.
In just three days, there would be a knight competition nearby.
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Jima rode on a chestnut horse, her eyes staring blankly into the distance, seemingly lost in thought, but in reality, she was looking at the bill in her “personal system panel.”
She had mastered the note-taking function of the system.
“In three days, I’ve sold forty-eight copies, and I get twenty gold coins each, that’s nine hundred sixty gold coins. I’m close to my target of one thousand three hundred gold coins.”
“… Plus the rumors about the Elven Queen being ‘untouchable,’ which spread wider, giving me a lot of deceptive power.”
“Several major cities along the coast of the Bartow Knight Nation have been hit by rumors, and I estimate it will be one or two weeks before these rumors follow the trade routes to the city of the Elven Queen.”
“She will eventually find out, and I must prepare some money to cover my tracks as the mastermind behind this.”
After finishing her thoughts, Jima assigned a title of “Spring Memo” to her notes and planned to set a few tasks for herself.
In these past few days, although they brought items as though going on an outing, even Saintess Jenna had brought a laundry basin, their trio was not slow.
Because their provisions were in order, they happily traveled through rain and wind, camping in tents and only stopping at nearby villages to replenish some food.
Therefore, in a short amount of time, Jima had no opportunity to use dream walking to stir trouble; she could only bully Mr. Dongdong in her dreams, reminiscing about her past demon lord power.
Although they had been resting well these past few days.
Jima thought, shutting down the empty task list.
“Jima? Jima?”
It was Saintess Jenna’s gentle voice, her hand waving in front of her eyes.
Jima closed the floating personal system before asking, “Ah? Is there something wrong?”
Jenna wore a worried expression and said, “Jima, you haven’t said anything during the day for the last few days, just staring blankly. Do you have something on your mind?”
“I don’t.”
Just as Jima finished speaking, both women saw George frown.
Ah, the human lie detector is at work again.
Saintess Jenna also knew that George’s reaction indicated that Jima was lying.
She felt a bit guilty inside, thinking she had monopolized too much of George’s attention and had left Jima feeling neglected. It was her clever idea to provide George with a white horse that was the same color as her mount.
Anyone who looked at it would think they were a couple.
Just earlier, when the three passed through a small town, the local governor praised her and George as a perfect match, which made her overjoyed.
Now that she looked back, from Jima’s perspective, her role in this trio was like a maid following the noble boy and girl.
She must be unhappy inside.
Saintess Jenna turned and said, “Jima, would you like to ride my mount? It has carried me for too long and probably wants something lighter.”
Jima’s gaze habitually fell on Saintess Jenna’s chest.
Sensitive Jenna immediately noticed her gaze and thought, Is Jima feeling that I’m mocking her?
Jima shook her head and said, “I’m fine, and the horse is comfortable.”
She must be dissatisfied deep down.
In Jenna’s green eyes, a hint of guilt surfaced.
Jima was filled with questions.
Why did Jenna’s expression suddenly become so strange?
It was as if she looked like a housewife who had just been shot by a little blonde boy and felt guilty while looking at her returning husband.
The kind-hearted, naive girl from the good camp was truly peculiar.
Jima was confused but was adept at seizing opportunities to gain more benefits.
With a pitiful expression, Jima said, “Um, Sister Jenna, I think there’s a bit of a misunderstanding between us…”
Saintess Jenna eagerly nodded, looking at Jima.
Jima was nearly certain her request would be granted. She immediately suppressed her request to “let’s take a nap together” and instead considered proposing something more intimate—taking a bath together.
It would be normal for girls to splash water around while bathing together, playfully pushing against each other’s chests, and even accidentally kissing.
At that moment, the one left out sitting by the campfire would definitely not know that the green hat over his head would be glowing.
Just the thought made Jima’s tail stiffen.
She licked her lips and said, “Um… how about we take a bath together—”
“Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!”
An excited scream suddenly echoed from the sky, cutting off Jima’s words.
George and Jima looked up at the source of the sound at the same time.
They saw something green, with two black wings, resembling a large green bat, diving towards the three of them.
“Enemy attack!”
Jima sensed that the creature was coming for her, the weakest, and immediately kicked her horse’s belly hard, grabbing the reins tightly.
The startled chestnut mare bolted, weaving across the ground in an S-shaped trajectory under Jima’s control.
Years of battle experience told her that erratic rapid movement was the best choice.
The flying “green bat” indeed aimed for Jima but found it hard to hit the moving target. Just as it looked like it would miss.
A figure shot up, and George, mid-air, cleaved the screaming flying object with his sword.
“Thud!”
The almost severed “green bat” plummeted to the ground.
Jima pulled on the reins, and upon seeing the “green bat,” was slightly startled and said, “A winged goblin?”
