Chapter 191 Chapter 192 The Out-of-Control Necklace
Despite feeling upset, Young Master Is still smiled at his extraordinary ally as a sign of goodwill. However, he saw the ship mage approaching on horseback, with a face darker than his own skin, angrily charging at him and throwing a punch.
“Bang!”
The fist hit the sound wave shield right in front of Young Master Is. The guards beside him quickly drew their swords, shouting in anger.
Young Master Is pulled on the reins, both surprised and angry, suspecting that the ship mage in front of him was just a deceitful illusion created by that scheming succubus, or perhaps an assassin she hired, and was about to counterattack when the black egg yolk ship mage shouted:
“Did you just sleep with my wife?”
Young Master Is’s reason prevailed. He raised his hand to stop his guards and retorted, “Calm down, calm down. I was organizing a search just now; how could I possibly have time for an affair?”
“I saw you with my wife’s bedroom with my own eyes,” the black egg yolk ship mage shouted angrily. “Even the dogs by the roadside know what kind of person you are.”
“Friend, can you please calm down? It couldn’t have been me,” Young Master Is said. “Think about it, at such a critical moment, I have neither the time nor the inclination to betray an important ally. Who benefits from such actions? Think about it, who stands to gain? Of course, it’s the succubus; she is the one stirring trouble. She can create illusions, just like how I was misled by her illusions during our battle at the Caslan estate.”
His words were logical, clear, and filled with reason, unconsciously convincing.
“I have not seen her make any illusions,” the black egg yolk ship mage said coldly, but his fists loosened. “It’s all your word; perhaps this was a trick you planned beforehand.”
“I swear, I swear to the gods,” Young Master Is said, “What do you say?”
The black egg yolk ship mage replied, “I’ll take your word for it this time, but don’t think you can call on me again after this.”
“Why not? The misunderstanding has been cleared; this proves that our friendship can withstand trials.”
“Everyone knows you’re a playboy who likes to chase women,” the black egg yolk ship mage said. “Everyone says my wife has had an affair with you. Besides, after this time has passed, aren’t you going to have time to sneak into my wife’s boudoir for some fun?”
“Your unfounded accusations hurt me. I would never lay a hand on a friend’s wife.”
“Who knows? You’re just a young master who would do anything for a woman,” the black egg yolk ship mage nodded towards the chaotic “search party” in front of him, “Look at you, making such a fuss just to get Caslan’s daughter into bed. It’s ridiculous. I have no time to play your games of chasing women; goodbye.”
“Are you going to break the contract?”
“I’m not your mercenary; go take your orders elsewhere,” the black egg yolk ship mage said as he rode off on his black horse without looking back. “You have no future to speak of; your million fortune will eventually be squandered.”
Young Master Is looked at his retreating figure unhappily and asked, “Am I really just a playboy?”
The steward beside him said, “Perhaps you shouldn’t have made such a big fuss, but you are definitely not just a playboy. While your father was in power, the family was only a parasite on a group of smokers, and only you dared to face the emperor.”
“I know,” Young Master Is said. “People cannot understand each other; they all think I only have eyes for Jenna’s body. But they don’t realize how much Jenna means to me—forget it; no one would understand.”
After saying that, he glanced at the burning racetrack not far away and asked, “How’s Jenna doing?”
“A small squad from the Sigma Church just reported back that Jenna’s power is waning and that she is trapped in the racetrack. She is expected to recover in a few hours.”
“The advantage is mine.” Young Master Is looked towards the forest, his gaze piercing through the trees as if he could see some cunning black-haired succubus blocking the way between him and Jenna. He smiled slightly. “I must admit, you’ve created quite a few obstacles for me, but that’s just a delay to victory.”
He recalled the radiant Virtue Necklace, which as an unstable extraordinary item required special sealing techniques for long-term confinement.
Young Master Is estimated that Jima had thrown it far away. But as he said, he still had a significant advantage on his side.
“Young Master Is, trouble is brewing,” a servant rode up, “You should hide for a while.”
“What happened?”
“A group of people has come looking for you, saying they want to settle the score,” the servant said, nervously. “There are all sorts of people; they say you slept with their wives and mothers.”
“What? How is that possible?”
A crowd surged out from the city gate, including merchants wearing red floppy hats and farmers wielding pitchforks.
“Have the guts to duel!”
“How dare you take our wives to that debauchery party!”
A farmer shouted in anger, “He even left my wife, who has a face full of freckles, alone.”
“And my sheep have also suffered at his hands.”
Young Master Is was astonished. “What kind of nonsense is this?”
“Not good; a bunch of rioters are smashing our shops.” Another servant rode over, “They demand you open your private stash to see if your wife’s dresses are inside, or they’ll make sure you regret it.”
“Ridiculous! I cannot agree to that.”
At this moment, the black egg yolk ship mage turned back halfway and said, “I almost forgot; I also demand to see your collection room to check if my wife’s skirt is in there.”
Young Master Is immediately became anxious. If he remembered correctly, the skirt of the other party’s wife was hanging on the wall of his house.
“No, there are many skirts, and it’s normal for styles to repeat. If I open the door, how can I explain myself if I fall into the Yellow River?” Young Master Is said, “Besides, I don’t want to hurt my former lovers.”
The black egg yolk ship mage felt increasingly that the other side was deceiving him, seizing upon the psychology of “it’s impossible to have an affair at this critical moment” to frame him.
This time the negotiations resulted in a surprising outcome.
The onlookers witnessed a rare showdown between extraordinary beings. Although the black egg yolk ship mage eventually calmed down again, Is’s golden hair also stood upright in a defiant manner.
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In an abandoned attic in Marin City.
Jima stretched in his temporary hideout, opened a water pouch, and drank a cup of the light beer he had brought from the cellar; the cold beer quenched his thirst.
“Spreading rumors everywhere really takes a lot of effort,” Jima had earlier jumped back to Marin City through dreams and covered himself with an illusion, enchanting a few bards by giving them the pre-written rumors, asking them to spread them far and wide.
Thanks to the previous rumors of the black egg yolk’s wife’s infidelity, these rumors spread rapidly, like sparks falling on dry plains.
Jima glanced at his personal system; he had only 35% of his magic power left. Although there was still plenty of time to recover it, the earlier dream jumps had consumed a lot of his magic.
“Hopefully, there won’t be a next time.” Jima said as he walked to the window and, as usual, gazed out at the surroundings.
The attic was located next to the port, and apart from the large ships coming and going, several small boats were docked at the shore. Among the many small boats, Jima spotted a witch hunter dressed in a black leather coat at a glance.
He took off his high leather hat and sat in the boat, leisurely fishing; it was Van Helsing.
Jima quickly averted his gaze, fearing that the other party might have some extraordinary ability to detect him.
At that moment, the interdimensional space bag suddenly heated up, feeling as hot as an iron on his backside.
Jima immediately reached out, pulling out a smoking wooden box that was extremely hot, slipping from his hands and falling to the ground. The box opened, and herbs inside emitted green smoke, a dark mass.
The Virtue Necklace sparkled, and the entire wooden box caught fire immediately; before long, the whole room was filled with smoke.
“Damn it! Out of control at this time!” Jima had initially planned to bury it directly in the forest, but thinking that its out-of-control commotion would surely attract the search party’s attention, he reluctantly carried it with him.
Jima knew he couldn’t calm the extraordinary item for the time being. He ran to the window and looked for Van Helsing.
There was no Van Helsing, only an empty small boat.
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It was still early in the night, at nine o’clock.
