Chapter 187 Chapter 188 Good Luck Comes
In the Knight Kingdom of Bartow, the Principality of Kasong.
A unit of the Holy See is resting in a small town, replenishing personnel.
“We’ve lost the target’s trail for almost a month now.”
George, wearing a barrel helmet and steel boots, walks on the muddy path of the village, the path stretching behind him, with tents flying the Holy See’s banners by the roadside: “Are you in a hurry over there?”
Beside him, Eve Frostleaf walks lightly, her silver hair pristine, showing no hint of dirt. She says:
“I never had much hope for humanity. I’ve lived long; I don’t care about this little time.”
“Is that so? I thought your armed maid was always talking about going back, so I figured you were eager.”
Under the old tree at the village entrance, a group of villagers dressed in patched clothes is gathered around a minstrel.
“Then let’s rest for a day,” George says, showing interest in the minstrel, quickening his pace to catch up.
Eve Frostleaf snorts lightly: “No stage, no seats, an amateur poet singing amateur songs. You should see my hometown; even the most remote countryside has a theater.”
As she speaks, she quickens her pace to follow George.
Everyone is listening intently, with very few noticing George’s arrival. Those who do show expressions of fear, bending over to clear a path: “Knight sir…”
The minstrel, wearing an old, holey jester’s hat, strums his old lute and sings: “Eighteen touches, touch one…”
The lyrics are vulgar, implying touching a woman’s parts.
Eve Frostleaf crosses her arms, her long ears drooping, saying: “Vulgar, this song will lower my taste for theatrical performances.”
“I apologize, when I was a child, I loved to listen to whatever songs the minstrels played.”
“I’ll just stay here and continue torturing my ears,” Eve Frostleaf says, “understanding the customs of other places helps appreciate how lucky it is to be an elf.”
The villagers smile, clapping their hands in encouragement for the minstrel to continue singing.
“Next, I’ll sing an original song, which has spread throughout the taverns in town! It’s called ‘Happy George.'”
Eve Frostleaf’s drooping ears perk up straight.
The minstrel sings:
“In the distant Hammerhold lives a country bumpkin.”
“He is big and strong, with eyes ablaze…”
“…He can work from dawn till dusk without stopping…”
“…He is as passionate as fire, teaching young ladies daily, imparting the Bible…”
“…His lovers number ninety-four, and the girls all long to be his students…”
Eve Frostleaf turns her head to look at George with amusement, and George explains: “Country minstrels always like to embellish.”
“Then does that mean you have only forty lovers?”
“Has nothing to do with me; many people are named George, I am not a walking reproductive organ.” To prove it, George calls out, “Hey, George.”
In front, five people turn back at once.
“You see.”
“Oh~” Eve Frostleaf feels a bit disappointed for some reason.
At that moment, the minstrel sings: “He also has an incubus fiancée…”
Eve Frostleaf’s green eyes become sharp, staring at George.
George says: “Impossible, Jima is actually very shy, not that kind of person.”
“Wait, are you really engaged?”
“She didn’t agree.”
Eve Frostleaf’s face turns cold, looking as if frost has formed, saying: “No wonder you are a human hero, Saint George, barely an adult and already with ninety-four lovers, why don’t you introduce some to your knightly comrade?”
“I don’t have that many.”
“That means you do.”
“I mean I don’t have any lovers,” George replies, “and this song isn’t necessarily about me.”
“So you’re planning to marry an incubus then.”
“No, I plan to have both together, sharing responsibilities.”
Eve Frostleaf feels as if she’s been stabbed in the chest, coldly saying: “Pervert! Standing next to you, I feel tainted.”
Saying this, she turns away, raising her foot to leave.
“If you’re willing, I’d like to explain.”
“I’m not listening.”
“Alright.” George turns back to continue listening to the song.
Seeing that he didn’t explain, Eve Frostleaf grits her teeth and puts her raised foot back down.
“…He also had fun with a green dragon, the green dragon girl begged for mercy…”
Eve Frostleaf seizes the opportunity to say: “Could it be that the Holy See’s champion has a thing for the deviant?”
George’s face turns red, unable to hold back any longer, he pushes through the crowd, saying: “Excuse me, let me through, thank you.”
The minstrel’s eyes light up as the towering George approaches, thinking his song has attracted a noble lord. He imagines himself becoming the exclusive minstrel to a knight lord, soaring to the pinnacle of life, becoming extremely excited as he daydreams of how to bow appropriately.
George stands before him and asks: “I’m going to accuse you of defaming my character.”
The minstrel bows and says: “I’m very honored to… wait, accuse?”
George’s voice grows serious: “Yes, I’m the George in your song.”
The scene quiets down, and in the eyes of the minstrel, George, clad in heavy armor and carrying an enormous golden sword, looks capable of causing his demise with just a hand gesture.
He panics at once, his legs going weak, and he kneels, saying: “I-I’m sorry, sir, I didn’t mean it.”
George reaches out, lifting him by the collar as if he were a small chicken, saying: “No need to kneel, just stand properly.”
“Yes, yes, sir.” The minstrel trembles, adjusting his jester hat and saying: “I also heard it from somewhere else; supposedly, it was spread by traders from the Empire.”
“Complete slander, everyone listen clearly, I am George, I don’t have that many lovers, I killed the green dragon with my fists, and later, my knights and I shared its body, do you understand?”
The townsfolk all nod.
The minstrel quietly adds: “But the merchant said there’s a black-haired lady going around claiming she’s your fiancée.”
“How is that possible? Where are the merchants from?”
“Marlin City.”
George asks: “Does that black-haired girl have golden eyes, is naughty and lively?”
“Yes, yes, yes!”
Jima loves me…
George’s expression softens: “So that’s how it is.”
The minstrel says: “She also said you have over ninety lovers, those flying in the sky, running on the ground, swimming in the water, and even the dwarves underground are not spared. She also said you have a big house in the Holy See where all your lovers live.”
George’s eye twitches, and Eve Frostleaf can’t help but laugh out loud.
The minstrel adds: “Everyone in the city knows, even people from Ador know.”
George’s gaze sharpens.
The surrounding people look at George meaningfully, including Eve Frostleaf.
Unable to endure it any longer, George turns and walks away, various rumors and gossip trailing behind him.
“It’s him.”
“He truly is tall and strong, even stronger than my old cow, and his eyes look like they can spit fire.”
“Is that elf next to him his ninety-fifth lover?”
Eve Frostleaf casts a cold glance, and the human who said that immediately falls silent.
“Quick, hide your daughters well, tell your wives not to go out.”
“I need to hurry home too.”
“What are you in a rush for, you bachelor?”
“I have my mom, and I also have a cow.”
George clenches his hand, clad in iron gauntlets, unable to control it, producing a sound of steel rubbing.
Eve Frostleaf says: “Mr. Big Stallion, why do you clench your fists so hard?”
“My hands are itchy.”
“If you need to scratch that area, please let me know,” Eve Frostleaf says, “so I can ride off with my maid.”
“I will,” George says through gritted teeth, “damn.”
“What’s damn about it?”
George takes a deep breath and says: “Jima needs to receive stricter discipline again.”
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Meanwhile.
In the forest outside Marlin City.
Jima, squatting in front of a small puddle, holding a cat, suddenly sneezes loudly.
“Achoo!”
Startled awake, the sleeping Lianxi cat jumps from her arms to Jima’s shoulder. Seeing it’s the black-haired Jima, her “airplane ears” relax, and she affectionately rubs against Jima’s ear, meowing gently.
“Must be some guy, in a fit of impotent rage, can only curse me behind my back. Those people are truly pathetic,” Jima says, tossing a strand of Jenna’s golden hair into the puddle and solemnly chanting: “Mirror, mirror, tell me, who is the biggest woman in the world.”
Lianxi cat finds the incantation Jima is casting utterly beautiful.
Her master must be the strongest sorceress in the world. She feels more and more reverent towards Jima, curling up closer in her arms.
The puddle ripples, revealing Jenna’s oval face, her expression calm, sitting somewhere unknown.
Jima breathes a sigh of relief, looking like she is still in good condition.
The scene pulls back to show her terrace, beneath which thick smoke is swirling, it is the horse racing track. Stables, racetracks, and spectator seats, everything flammable is burning. Across from the terrace in the VIP room, a shining orb rolls around, flames leaping out of the windows.
Jima takes a deep breath.
Not good, this is very bad.
Jenna has always been a good girl; although she complains about her father and reveals his moral coercion tactics, she always responds to his requests.
Today, she actually directly burned down the horse racing track.
Sensing something, Jenna lifts her face, looking toward Jima across the water, suddenly raising her fist.
The puddle splashes as if a stone were thrown in, with water spraying towards Jima, who quickly reacts, grabbing Lianxi cat to perfectly block the droplets.
Setting the cat down, the image naturally fades.
“It seems Jenna won’t be recovering any time soon. But she hasn’t escaped Marlin City; how can she leisurely burn down the horse racing track? Obviously, the extraordinary beings in Marlin City have ensured Jenna’s capture.” Jima analyzes, “Perhaps the enemies are not as united as I imagined, and no one is willing to put in the effort.”
“Then before Jenna’s rampage ends and she is softened and weakened, I either kill her or destroy her trump card.”
“I wonder if the rumors I deployed earlier can incite infighting among the villains; I still didn’t prepare enough.” Jima shakes her head, “If only George were here, then again, it would just let that guy heroically rescue the beauty and gain favor, making my position a challenge for a millennium.”
Even thinking this, she stands up, manually tearing open the entrance to the Dream Palace, planning to check in the dream. If George is asleep, she’ll ask him if the scar from the last time she bit his shoulder is still there.
If it is, that indicates it is his physical form entering the Dream Palace. Since it is the physical body, can she return to reality from the entrance?
If that’s the case, this extraordinary ability is incredibly overpowered; it’s like carrying a gathering stone everywhere, able to summon a group of extraordinary beings in five minutes, and easily beat the enemy to death in moments.
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