Chapter 85: Good Armor
“Speak in plain language!”
Even for the good performer Jima, it was difficult to suppress her emotions, and her tone unconsciously rose a few notches.
George looked at Jima with confusion. Jima felt a bit flustered, thinking that she must not let George find out about this. She maintained her composure and focused on the person in front of her, Litith.
Litith said, “You must first promise me that you won’t take revenge on me.”
“Then you need to promise me that you didn’t provoke my anger.”
Litith clamped her mouth shut.
Jima raised a finger and pointed at Litith, saying, “There’s a saying that goes, just before a person dies, they become very kind and do not lie.”
The threat in her words was palpable.
George stood up and pressed Jima’s hand down, saying, “Alright Jima, this approach isn’t going to work. I have a proposal. Dark Elf, explain the matter clearly. As long as it doesn’t threaten Jima’s life, I will ensure your safety. In any case, we ought to follow the principle of equality; you can trust me.”
George’s words, when they fell into their ears, seemed to carry a thousand tons of weight, making them feel compelled to believe him.
Litith stared at George, licking her lips and said, “I believe you.”
Jima quelled the anger in her chest and said, “I believe you too.”
Litith directly reached into her collar, fumbled for a moment, and pulled out two half-discs that were warm to the touch, placing them on the table and fitting them together to form a circular disc. She pointed at the disc and said, “This is the Bliss Disc.”
Jima stood up, examining the disc she had longed for.
The material seemed like a piece of jade, with peculiar reliefs and some runes she had never seen before. There was a fine crack in the middle.
Jima immediately understood why Litith had been so reluctant to hand over the disc; it had long been damaged.
At this moment, George, who was also observing the disc, let out a sigh of relief. Because no matter how he looked at it, this thing had nothing to do with sex. He had previously thought that Jima was sexually dissatisfied.
“Well, that’s really great,” Jima said, not angry but instead smiling, “I understand now. You were lying to me from the beginning; in fact, the disc has always been with you. Thinking about it, how could you leave such an important item buried underground without care? You were just making an excuse to ask me for money.”
Litith was worried that once she handed over the cracked disc, Jima would be very disappointed and would only give her a small amount of money, which would be worse than just continuously deceiving her for funds.
Litith smiled awkwardly and said, “Well, you still have something to look forward to, right?”
“Come, I’ll give you something to look forward to as well,” Jima said. “For three hundred sixty-four days of the year, every day I will bring you beautiful dreams, like ‘while exercising on the bed with a fiancée and a client, helping out on the roof’, or ‘unable to fight against the enemy, relying on the promise of my wife to let the opponent enjoy for a few years before I can retrieve my life’… I will bring you diverse real-life experiences and ensure that you reap a considerable harvest.”
During her life on Earth, when Jima was still very young, she had read many so-called literary works that involved themes like “kneeling in reality” and “readers think the author is feeding them shit, while the author thinks they are writing masterpieces.” Plus, adding her experiences from being a demon king, her exposure was vast, and upon careful reflection, there were quite a few NTR elements.
“Jima, you can’t take revenge too far, unless you’ve been deceived out of a large number of gold coins,” George reminded her. “And remember, there are generally three hundred sixty-five days in a year.”
“I know, I’m just leaving her with a day of beautiful dreams, right? Just randomly pick a date.” Jima said, “That way, she will have the good prospect of ‘maybe tomorrow there won’t be any bad dreams’.”
“This still counts as fulfilling my previous promise.”
Litith exclaimed, “Dragon-slaying George, are you still a paladin? How could you openly cover for your succubus lover?”
“According to the principle of reciprocal retaliation, you give her something to look forward to, and she can return the favor; that is quite reasonable.”
“You really should experience what kinds of nightmares your lover can weave,” Litith said. “I… find it difficult to describe the malice she weaves into her nightmares.”
Wedding dresses, tokens of affection, greasy fat-belly villains, slave marks… Setting aside the innate aversion, Litith truly wanted to admire the other person’s talent in crafting NTR stories; it was sheer genius, one in a million.
No kidding, a little over a year ago I was publicly subjected to NTR by some idiot, wore thirty green hats… if the Demon King’s memories are mine.
Jima thought, glancing at George’s profile.
To this day, Jima still felt a bit resentful.
George asked, “How much did you deceive her out of?”
Jima interjected, “I calculated it, seven hundred thirty-two gold coins and thirty-two silver coins.”
George said, “Speak the truth.”
“So much?” Litith was slightly astonished. “How did it feel like it was spent in an instant?”
Where did Litith spend the money? Surely the majority was for cleaning and clothing expenses.
Jima thought while speaking, “Using someone else’s money doesn’t hurt.”
George mediated, “Well then, either you pay Jima back, or Jima’s revenge can be reduced by tenfold, how about thirty-seven days of nightmares?”
“No!”
“No!”
The two shouted in unison. Litith definitely didn’t want to experience nightmares again, while Jima felt that the revenge was too lenient.
The two glared at each other.
After a long time, Litith conceded and pushed the disc before Jima, saying, “I’ve spent all the money, so I’ll give you the disc for free.”
“I truly appreciate it; I have gotten a prospect of being able to fix the disc.”
George said, “That’s a lie.”
Jima shot George a glare.
“… There’s other information, although it’s not much, but it will help you use the disc.”
Jima squinted at Litith and said, “You better not deceive me again.”
After saying this, Jima turned to George. The previously aggressive expression on her face vanished without a trace. Smiling, she took George’s hand and gently pushed him away, saying, “Alright, George, thank you so much today, go to bed early, and don’t get dark circles under your eyes.”
George, having been used as a tool just this once, said nothing and agreed to leave the Dream Palace. His figure gradually blurred before Jima’s eyes and disappeared.
Jima turned around, her expression changing as she said to Litith, “So you know how to fix it?”
“I’m just a battle-hardened warrior girl.”
Jima suppressed the urge to shove a knife into Litith’s mouth and asked, “What else do you have to say?”
“I came into possession of this disc by chance and treated it as an unremarkable trophy.” Litith raised her head and began to reminisce, “I kind of miss my old life; I wonder how my family is doing…”
“Alright. I have a suggestion; you can tell me what your family and homeland look like, so I can recreate your hometown in dreams to soothe your thoughts. I guarantee that after having a few dreams of home, you will no longer feel homesick.”
Litith knew that Jima would not be so kind. She wouldn’t be foolish enough to tell Jima about her homeland’s appearance; if she did, Jima would definitely use her hometown as a stage to present several heartbreaking NTR plays.
“.. Long story short, during a magic ritual, the disc I carried with me was activated and brought me to this blissful world.”
“What ritual?”
“A ritual to summon rain clouds for nationwide rain,” Litith said. “I felt that the magic power of the ritual was absorbed by the disc.”
“Is there more?”
Litith shook her head and said, “That’s all.”
“Great! I now know how to activate the disc; I just don’t know how to determine the destination and even less how to fix this thing.” Jima, however, put away the separated disc. There was no way; returning home was hoped for, “Alright, you can go back now.”
Litith didn’t move.
“Don’t worry; that guy George keeps his word; he won’t let me take revenge on you.”
Only then did Litith turn and leave, and Jima waved her hand weakly, watching Litith’s figure fade into thin air.
Jima cradled the disc in her hands, stood up, and eagerly wanted to use divination to find a method to repair it.
But once she had prepared all sorts of divination materials, a thought arose in her heart: If I fix it, should I go back? What if I can only return once?
Jima’s hands suddenly froze, her eyes fixated on the disc, and then she chuckled self-deprecatingly.
She was worrying for nothing; perhaps this good thing could traverse two worlds at will. Thinking more positively, perhaps she could open a stable channel to quietly transport some modern society’s major weaponry to the other world, changing the current situation.
She could even consider introducing state power, ushering in a new colonial era… but forget it, this world has deities; what if the Four Dark Gods came to Earth to develop followers? Then the situation on Earth would have to change too.
This fantasizing about the future, or rather hope, improved Jima’s mood significantly.
She tossed the turtle bones into the fire to burn, and when the bones cracked, she carefully retrieved the bones from the fire with her bare hands, looked at the cracks on them, and shook her head:
“No divination yielded results.”
Most likely, it was due to insufficient skill.
Jima shook her head and put the disc away. At least for a short time, she wouldn’t be able to fix the disc. This was a long-term task; she had to focus on more important matters at hand first.
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Marin City, the autumn wind buffeted the windows of the luxurious mansion.
Inside, it was warm, the fire in the hearth burning vigorously.
Xia, dressed in fiery red, sat upright on the sofa. A banker friend of hers had invited a dwarven runesmith to evaluate the value of two pieces of armor today.
The dwarven runesmith was a standard dwarf, with a thick, long beard that looked quite cozy. He had a stout body, appearing to have no waist, with his lower body made entirely of legs.
In short, he was like all the dwarves Xia had met: grim, stubborn, and as unyielding as a rock.
Yet this dwarven runesmith at this moment was like a lecherous man, leaning over the body of a young, beautiful lover, stroking the Gothic armor with his hands while making a clicking sound with his tongue:
“Good, truly excellent craftsmanship. Such a fine treasure, look at these smooth edges and beautiful copper trim—this isn’t copper; it’s gold!”
The dwarven runesmith even flicked the breastplate with his sturdy finger, making a dull sound. “So thick; it’s obvious that it wasn’t crafted by those delicate high elves, because they can’t wear such heavy armor.”
The banker, eager for an answer, asked, “May I inquire how much this is worth?”
“Six thousand gold coins at the very least.”
The dwarven runesmith focused on examining the armor, squinting his eyes, and then raised his hand and said, “No, this craftsmanship looks familiar; I remember it being the work of our dwarven masters, who seems to have sold it to a paladin.”
