Chapter 151: Meat Floss Pie
After the mistress of the Red Mill left, Jima tossed a silver coin and sat down on the bed, slapping Owen Green’s pale face with the flat of her axe spear.
“Hey kid, kid, wake up,” Jima said. “I know you’ve been awake for a while.”
Owen Green’s face turned even paler. He opened his eyes, looked at Jima, and felt very embarrassed to see her in such a situation.
“Ms. Jima, I’m sorry to have put you in this position,” he said, hanging his head, looking as if he would give up on life at any moment. “It’s simply a nightmare.”
Jima paid no attention to his male pride and, with curiosity, asked, “What happened last night?”
“I was working on my manuscript when I suddenly heard a male voice say, ‘What the hell is this writing? It’s lacking flair!’ Then a terrifying short-statured elf covered my head…”
From Owen Green’s fragmented description, Jima gradually learned what Arcanis had done to him.
Arcanis found Owen Green’s unchanged manuscript abhorrent, calling it a pile of rubbish, saying, “You have tarnished the great ‘JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure.'”
Angered, Owen Green directly attacked Arcanis’s taste, saying, “Some people drink dew and eat nectar, while others like to jump into a cesspit and grow fat.”
Arcanis immediately used force to make Owen Green realize the limitations of literature, and Owen Green lamented the inhumane torture he had endured.
To Jima, the injuries he suffered were nothing compared to those she experienced in bed.
But Jima still smiled and nodded, encouraging Owen Green to continue.
Ms. Jima was so gentle.
Owen Green felt warmth in his heart and recounted everything that happened next.
After receiving Arcanis’s advice, Owen Green woke up and endeavored to write for Arcanis; however, the metaphorical butcher’s knife hanging over his neck (Jima confirmed again that this butcher’s knife was literally a butcher’s knife) was a bit too much pressure.
Owen Green’s writing speed slowed down increasingly, and finally, Arcanis grew impatient. Owen Green explained that when he had no inspiration, he couldn’t write anything.
Arcanis asked him what he needed for inspiration, to which Owen Green replied, “A Muse.”
Jima realized that this was not meant literally; writers often refer to inspiration as the goddess Muse. Jima thought this significantly proved that many writers’ cravings for inspiration went unfulfilled, so they compared it to a beautiful goddess.
But Arcanis lacked such cultural knowledge; he only knew that the girls from the Red Mill were often referred to as “Muses.”
He said he could find a Muse for Owen Green.
Owen Green replied that a simple Muse wouldn’t suffice; it needed to be more intense.
Arcanis excitedly slapped his thigh and said, “Muses are good at this.”
Without further ado, Arcanis knocked Owen Green out, and when he woke up, he found himself lying on a large purple bed, flanked by two Muses dressed in Greek robes, with flower crowns on their heads and whips in their hands.
Under the thrashing of the Muses and the influence of alcohol, Owen Green spent the entire night in bed, just managing to rest for a bit earlier.
Jima said with a tone of sympathy, “What an unimaginably tragic experience.”
Her gentle voice was like a feather landing softly on Owen Green’s heart.
Ms. Jima truly was a gentlewoman.
Owen Green felt his eyes redden, the suicidal thoughts from before disappearing in an instant.
It turned out that this was a way to make the little weakling productive; what if I found eight women, equipped with barbed whips? Wouldn’t the output be doubled?
Jima suddenly had inspiration, with plans to maximize the extent to which she could exploit Owen Green springing up in her mind.
“Ms. Jima, how did you find your way here?” Owen Green suddenly realized Jima was holding an axe spear, with a smear of blood on the spearhead. He exclaimed, “Could it be, did you come in fighting?”
Jima’s beautiful face broke into a smile, “In a place like this, one must resort to a bit of force and see some blood. What? Do you think I’m brutal, Mr. Owen Green?”
“You killed your way in for me…” Owen Green felt as if he had taken a punch to the face, his heart racing. “N-no, how is that possible? Ms. Jima is the most beautiful, the gentlest… a Valkyrie, yes, a Valkyrie.”
“I’m glad to hear your praise,” Jima lied, “By the way, Mr. Owen Green, do you have time in the next few days? For instance, to meet your girlfriend or see family?”
Owen Green was nearly overwhelmed with happiness: “No! I came to Adolf’s alone.”
“I have something that’s hard to say, it might trouble you…”
Owen Green hurriedly replied, “Ms. Jima, we’re friends, aren’t we? Speak freely, I’m a single man, I have plenty of time.”
“My friend has some outlines accumulated,” Jima sighed, “Previously I thought I was being too hard on you, so I took some outlines down.”
“Thank you for your concern, Ms. Jima,” Owen Green said, “Please give me those outlines.”
“You look like you’re really tired, shouldn’t you rest for a few days?”
“Ms. Jima, I don’t feel tired when I’m with you.” Owen Green smiled and said, “I have plenty of time. Besides, what’s the difference between ungratefulness and a pig or a dog?”
“Then…”
Jima took out a stack of paper filled with writing from her waist pouch and handed it to Owen Green, whose smile suddenly froze.
“Is it a lot? Then never mind.”
Owen Green bit his teeth and said, “Ms. Jima, I promise not to embarrass you in front of your friends.”
With that, Owen Green got out of bed, revealing a back covered in shallow whip marks. After finding his clothes and putting them on, he picked up the manuscript, put on his shoes, and left.
As he reached the door, the Valkyrie’s melodious voice came from behind.
“Mr. Owen Green, can you spare a little time during dinner despite being so busy?”
Owen Green’s hands trembled with excitement as he said, “Of course.”
He immediately thought of several prestigious restaurants.
“Good, tonight I’ll have the servant bring you the revision notes for your manuscript,” Jima smiled, feeling the pain developing in his heart.
Owen Green felt as if a bucket of ice water had been dumped over him and weakly replied, “Okay, I’ll do that.”
“I’ll also have the servant bring some medicine and some charcoal for you. Keep it up!”
“Ms. Jima, I will definitely keep it up.”
Owen Green left alone, while Jima wore a faint smile on her face as she took up the manuscript paper, feeling its thickness heavier than she had planned.
Jima was in great spirits and wanted to draw a few red circles on it to prompt Owen Green to make proper revisions.
Tomorrow, ‘JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure’ could be sent to the printing house for printing.
As for Arcanis… although they were somewhat like-minded friends, and he had inadvertently helped Jima, it still…
Jima took out a crafted voodoo doll and forcefully jabbed its head with a large sewing pin.
“Ouch!”
In the deserted space, a sudden voice echoed.
In the air appeared a green-eyed girl dressed in a maid outfit, with silver hair and a prosthetic hand crafted from silver metal.
Jima squinted her eyes, oh, it was that guy Arcanis, and not bad looking.
“What’s up?” Jima said, “The famous witch hunter Van Helsing turns out to be a cross-dresser?”
“This isn’t my maid’s clothing?”
“It suits you quite well,” Jima said, lifting the large sewing pin again.
“Don’t stab, don’t stab, Miss Jima,” Arcanis said with a forced smile. “Aren’t we good friends?”
“Disguising as my maid, directly knocking on my bedroom door, and even taking my person—people like that I usually call a rogue.”
“Can’t I apologize to you?” Arcanis said. “Besides, since just now, I’ve been preparing something fun to apologize to you.”
For this valuable “friend,” Jima didn’t want to press too hard; moreover, she was in need of legal income. She followed the lead and asked, “What is it?”
“It should be arriving soon,” Arcanis tied his white hair into a ponytail.
Jima looked at Arcanis strangely.
“What’s wrong? Staring at me like that makes me feel uneasy.”
“Are you really not a girl?”
“Go away, go away, go away.”
“By the way, you actually disguised as the emperor to solicit, aren’t you afraid the emperor will turn against you?”
“He gives me a belly full of anger with those stupid rules he sets daily; borrowing his butt, chin, and face to rent a room is nothing.”
“You should be thankful you met a wise ruler.”
“My boss is a smart person.”
After seven or eight minutes, Jima stopped at the entrance of the Red Mill, looking at the food cart piled with steaming meat floss pies, lost in thought.
What was wrong with my head, to think that Arcanis, who had his brain washed by the green-skinned waaaagh force, would give any valuable gift as an apology?
The maid-dressed Arcanis had finished the last bite of the meat floss pie in his hand, wiping his hands on his maid skirt, and asked, “Jima, eat, meat floss pies are so tasty.”
Jima took a hot piece, bit into it, and said, “I’ll just eat one piece.”
Arcanis squatted at the threshold of the Red Mill, eating a meat floss pie and said, “You women want to lose weight all day; you really are asking for trouble yourself.”
“I don’t even like eating so many meat floss pies!”
“Oh, really? What a pity; your taste is just not up to par.”
“When I was a gourmet, you might not have even been born yet.”
At that moment, a richly dressed guest walked over, eyes shining at Arcanis, softly saying, “Miss, would you like to dance and meet the shimmering gold?”
“Get lost! Your mother has everything!” Arcanis flashed a middle finger at the guest. “If you bother me again, I’ll chop you up.”
“That curse words really have flair.”
Fortunately, the mistress of the Red Mill managed to pull the guest away just in time.
Jima said, “By the way, how did you torture Owen Green so severely?”
“Me? I just grabbed his foot and slammed it against the corner of the wardrobe,” Arcanis’s green skin syndrome seemed to have improved somewhat.
“Why?”
“Because it hurt a lot when I bumped into the corner of the wardrobe this morning,” Arcanis said. “You ate the pie too; can you lift the curse on me?”
“Curse?”
Arcanis pulled out a stack of scrap paper filled with malicious spells and said, “The manuscript paper you carry is actually cursed! You tricked me into thinking it was the original manuscript of ‘JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure!’”
“I never told you to steal.”
