Chapter 7: The Scumbag
“The second question, what benefits do you expect from this mission?”
Coincidentally, it was exactly what Jima had guessed, and she had already written the answer down on paper.
Lianxi Cat meowed and said, “Great Master, what does your note for this question say?”
Jima replied, “Money, magical items, combat experience, connections…”
George was not surprised; it aligned perfectly with Jima’s faction detection results. Evil is just about trampling on others for personal gain.
Jima smiled slightly: “…And feeling safer beside someone is also a good choice for cultivating feelings.”
George asked, “Me?”
Jima grinned, “Guess.”
“Moving on, the third question, will you assist the enemy in any form? Yes or no?”
Before Lianxi Cat could speak, Jima quickly denied it: “No.”
After the three routine questions were asked, George spoke:
“Do you know about a giant monster that can float in the atmosphere, a squid-like creature that can parachute down to the ground, carrying countless swarms of insects that have submerged human steel cities…”
Jima’s once confident expression suddenly stiffened.
Why can’t he stick to the script? This ruthless scumbag, of course, is suspicious of me. I didn’t expect George to ask in this way, nor did I tell this matter to Lian. She doesn’t know what answer I want.
Jima hurriedly interrupted, “What are you talking about?”
“Stop, all questions must be answered after I finish speaking,” George said, “Yes or no.”
Lianxi Cat then said:
“Respectable Great Master, do you want to say ‘yes’ or ‘no’?”
“No.”
George said, “True answer.”
Almost forgot, there’s also this universal question, I almost lost to George’s inquiry.
Jima relaxed.
Next, George asked a few more questions surrounding the Dark Devil, which Jima answered perfectly, passing them all.
She felt cheerful, as if she was taking a dump on a genius’s head, her tail sticking out from her cloak, playfully swishing back and forth.
“In a situation where defeat is certain, are you willing to gamble your life to stay and fight for a slim victory?”
Jima looked into George’s eyes and smiled, “I am willing.”
“What if afterward you end up with nothing and never have any gold coins for life?”
“Willing.”
“What if all extraordinary abilities disappear?”
Jima looked into George’s eyes, smiling, “As long as I’m by your side, I would certainly be willing.”
Hahaha, the idiot whose intelligence I dominate is moved to tears, and then obediently sells his life to me.
“Um…” George said, “Although I’m touched, it just doesn’t seem like you.”
Jima’s eyes turned red, the corners damp with tears; she raised her hand to wipe her eyes and said, “After everything, you still… truly care.”
“Sorry, I—”
“Get lost, ruthless scumbag.”
“I’ve had a doubt since the beginning,” George said, “When we were tongue-kissing, there was a strong potion smell in your mouth, a strange scent, like the smell of wool and somewhat resembled the scent of beastmen.”
Of course, it was somewhat similar; one of the main ingredients is beastmen’s bile.
Jima then realized that the earlier questions were a trap. She asked, “George, is it really necessary? Why do you harbor such deep malice towards me?”
“Maybe it’s because I know you too well.”
“Would I harm you?”
“I’m worried about one thing.”
“Have I stolen your heart and led you astray?” Jima scoffed, “Talking tough after putting on pants.”
“Demon King Jima…”
Jima’s tail almost went limp, resting on the ground, but she still controlled her expression, occasionally showing disgust. It was just like the first day she met George when the harem that had shed the slave contract looked at her dying self with the same expression.
“…It still has a chance of resurrection. A creature as strong as that, blessed by the fragments of the Demon King’s crown, won’t easily die.”
Jima coldly replied, “That’s fine; you can just stab it with the holy sword when the time comes.”
“You seem too interested in the Demon King’s extraordinary matter; I’m worried you’re one of its pawns meant for reviving it. It might have cast a vicious curse deep within your soul, quietly manipulating it. I’m afraid that the you who just embraced me one moment will throw yourself into the arms of the resurrected Demon King the next.”
“Have you been reading too many weird books?” Jima said, “Why do you suspect me without reason? I’m unhappy.”
But being sulky didn’t work with George; his blue eyes behind the visor were still calm and rational, showing no sign of disturbance.
Jima panicked even more.
George spoke, “I’m planning to test again tonight.”
“What about me?”
“Stay with me.”
“I’ll be a criminal with you watching me?” Jima stood up, picked up Lianxi Cat from her head, held it in her arms, and said without looking back, “Goodbye, George.”
She was both angry and scared.
Angry that George was so obstinate, clearly having so much fun yet remaining so stern. Scared because this guy was too clever; he could catch any slight flaw. If found out, wouldn’t George get so mad that he would just twist off his own head?
Thinking of this, Jima quickened her pace, fearing George would catch her.
Stepping out of the tent, she immediately spotted a silver-haired elf, her beauty made her stand out too much.
Jima slowed down, greeting the frosty Eve Frostleaf across from her: “Hello, good afternoon.”
Eve Frostleaf nodded at her. Jima, taking advantage of being a woman, audaciously sized her up, staring at her oval face, her breasts, and lingering on her elegantly long legs.
Eve Frostleaf raised her chin slightly, straightened her waist even more, her posture becoming more proud… but it was more like a provoked rooster.
Little did she know, in her eyes, Jima was the seductive rival.
In her mind, Jima had already imagined twice around those long legs.
After fantasizing about the proud elf sticking out her tongue, rolling her eyes, and showing a red face of embarrassment, Jima’s frustration was considerably alleviated.
As expected, with a beautiful woman around, even the worst mood can improve.
She smiled slightly, ignored the frosty elf, and turned to leave.
“Jima.” George’s voice came from behind, “I won’t question you again; I was overly worried.”
Hmph, I’m not a dog; just because you call me back doesn’t mean I’ll return.
Jima walked ahead with her head held high, like a proud little rooster.
However, she couldn’t help but think about her half of the extraordinary material, and about Frostleaf’s long legs. Damn it, how I want to ride on the elf lady and see her embarrassed expression.
No, no, this is just like haggling; whoever concedes first loses. George has already lost; now I must press my advantage until he catches up.
But as she thought about it, Jima’s pace inevitably slowed down. She couldn’t help but turn back, seeing George come towards her with a happy smile, jogging slightly, and saying:
“Since you’ve acknowledged your mistake, I will generously forgive you.”
After saying this, she couldn’t help but drop the cat and hug George.
“But I still have a few questions.”
Jima felt good, bending down to pick up the cat and placing it on her head, saying: “No problem, feel free to ask.”
Everything was going smoothly, but Jima felt a bit of a chill, like there was air conditioning.
Strange, when did this otherworld also have such a wonderful thing as air conditioning?
Jima looked in the direction of the cold air and happened to see a scowling Eve Frostleaf turning away, her silver hair swaying at her lower back as she strode away, her back looking quite proud.
“Are you the author of ‘The Misadventures of the Elven Queen’?”
Jima smiled, waiting for Lianxi Cat to speak.
“Meow meow meow meow.”
Oh no, the potion’s effect wore off.
Jima panicked for a moment, then thought it might not be necessary to understand Lian’s question.
Bravely, she said, “Of course not, how could I possibly write such a mentally deranged book?”
George removed his helmet, turned to look at Eve Frostleaf, who had distanced herself in a short time, and said: “I found the author of ‘The Misadventures of the Elven Queen.'”
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Just a note on recent updates; additional updates are impossible. I’ve been studying intently for exams at the end of August, and recently I keep dreaming at night about the life of doing homework when I was young.
