Chapter 79: The Beggar Demoness Jima
“It’s impossible. Demons are inherently evil and must have ulterior motives; this must be a distraction.”
“But we have no evidence; this seems too biased,” the female judge said. “Currently, there is no proof that she has any malicious intent.”
Someone shook their head: “Judge, you’re responsible for communicating with that succubus; you’ve been deceived by her.”
“This cannot be.”
“Then why do you keep speaking for her? Think about it, today two mortals were enslaved by her, and she didn’t use any magic at all; she simply relied on her charm to command them like dogs.”
The female judge suddenly understood, a cold sweat breaking out on her back. She was unaware of what little trick the succubus Jima had played that had unknowingly shaken her conviction.
However, she then questioned, “What is the succubus really plotting?”
A group of elite clerics pondered this.
Is she after wealth? The accounts match perfectly; there is no discrepancy, and the transactions are fair.
Is she trying to entice them away? If she were to get any closer to the White City, she would find there is no room for any schemes.
In the end, the entire group agreed that the succubus Jima must have long-term plans that cannot be overlooked.
The carriage gradually came to a stop.
The female judge opened the carriage window and inquired, “What happened?”
A mounted attendant returned from the front to report:
“A rogue was publicly exposing himself at the intersection of the Crossroads. The security team tried to apprehend him, but he managed to escape.”
“In broad daylight, there are actually people who disregard morals and laws,” the female judge shook her head. She had seen fewer than twenty such absurd incidents in recent years and asked, “Did you find out who he was?”
“Everyone says he is the one making slime statues at the East City market.”
“Thank you.”
The female judge retracted her head.
“Commercial enterprise has actually developed to this extent,” the paladin expressed some surprise, “that even slime statues are being purchased.”
A young scholar shook his head: “It’s not slime statues; it’s something made from processed slime remains for unsightly purposes.”
“Unsightly?”
“After treatment, the texture of a slime carcass becomes as soft and pliable as flesh, suitable for… for… making items that can replace prostitutes.”
After some contemplation, everyone understood.
The female judge was taken aback and asked, “Why do you know so much about this?”
“Have you used it yourself?”
The young scholar immediately defended himself:
“Last time, a high elf stormed into the sanctuary demanding we assist in investigating a filthy book called ‘The Suffering of the Elf Queen.’ That book not only features the High Elf Queen as the protagonist but also employs slime remains as accompanying objects.”
“So that’s how it is.”
“I always thought that person was suspicious; he returned with plenty of wealth and spent lavishly, claiming someone was funding his artistic endeavors.” The young scholar said, “He might very well be the culprit.”
“I agree; that person has no regard for social decency,” the female judge asserted. “To think he would boldly expose himself and block the roads.”
Someone speculated, “This must be the succubus’s plot, spreading depravity everywhere. It could be for a ritual, or for her advancement, or perhaps some other conspiracy.”
“When we return, we should thoroughly check the books, draw a conclusion, and report it to our superiors.”
“We must thoroughly inspect the city; the succubus must have ulterior motives.”
The group of elite clerics speculated back and forth and accidentally pinpointed the true author of ‘The Suffering of the Elf Queen.’ However, they found no evidence of Jima’s current plot; there were no threats in the White City.
It was a case of looking at a leaf and missing the tree; no one considered that the person exposing himself in public was an illusion created by Jima.
“… Now that so-called lovesick fool is definitely facing social obliteration.”
In the dream palace, Jima muttered to herself. She was narrow-minded and held a grudge; hearing that someone was spreading rumors about her promiscuity, she created an illusion after finishing her transaction with the sanctuary that looked exactly like the “lovesick fool Laiwu.” She then had this illusion expose itself at the busiest intersection, jumping around and evading city guards.
She had always been annoyed by the lovesick fool Laiwu, and the fact that he felt “love turned to hatred,” adding new grievances to old ones, allowed her to take advantage of this rare opportunity to stir up some trouble… but that was all she could do. The sanctuary was heavily guarded, and she had no margin for profit in this situation; even taking a single gold coin would be impossible, as George would surely come after her.
Jima raised her hand, and the spilled gold coins returned to the treasure chest. The chest closed and sank into the lush green grass.
Out of sight, out of mind.
With another snap of her fingers, two wooden boxes the size of jewelry cases floated over. The lids opened on their own, revealing glass bottles lying in linen cloth, containing a ball of golden lightning that twisted and spat sparks, quite peculiar.
To Jima, this bottle was filled with dazzling positive energy; if properly processed, it could create potion vials for George or Jenna’s extraordinary abilities, to be kept for unforeseen circumstances. Very useful, but she only had two boxes. She had originally hoped to exchange for more using George’s points, but the female judge was rigidly guarding them, believing that two boxes would suffice.
But such good stuff is always better in larger quantities.
She thought of Marin City, where commerce flourished; anything could be bought as long as there was money. She had acquaintances there and could meet Enlake, who had transformed because of her. By the way, what was that woman’s name?
Jima gazed at the gold coins reflecting enchanting light in the sunlight and, thinking about how little gold would end up in the black market in exchange for some precious materials, she felt a pang in her heart.
“Sigh… life is tough.” Jima sighed, looking up. “How did I end up with this guy George? It’s so hard to make a profit; I should demand some hardship payment from him. Truly, that fool has it easy. How many people in the world can enjoy the excellent services of a succubus?”
Feeling frustrated, Jima raised her hand, and a mirror floated in front of her. She used her “Mirror Divination” ability, and the mirror revealed scenes involving the “lovesick fool Laiwu.” Amidst pointing and whispering from others, Laiwu was dragged away by two city guards, covering his face while saying, “No, it wasn’t me! I didn’t expose myself, and I certainly didn’t do anything public!”
Jima’s mood brightened instantly.
