Chapter 176 Chapter 175 Let’s Talk Reason
Karlan blinked and asked, “What do you mean by tricking you?”
“Stop playing dumb.” Jima yanked hard, pulling the axe blade off the table. “I know your daughter has been corresponding with you.”
“I honestly don’t know what you mean.”
“Has your daughter given you any instructions regarding the casino’s income, possibly through George?”
Karlan answered earnestly, “No.”
Even someone like Jima, who had a talent for performance, found it difficult to determine whether he was lying.
She narrowed her eyes and said, “I don’t believe you, but that’s okay; I have a way to dig the truth out of your head.”
Karlan was startled and said, “My daughter is your sister, after all.”
Jima’s golden eyes sparkled, “Just one moment.”
Karlan froze, not being immediately pulled into the dream. Jima could feel a force inside him resisting.
It was the protective spell left by Jenna on her father.
Jima increased her strength and forcefully pulled him into the dream. Karlan staggered back a few steps and collapsed into a chair, his eyes closing in confusion.
Jima could see Karlin’s dream, a vast whiteness, but when she tried to distort it, Jenna’s protective spell took effect.
Karlan’s dream became resilient, the dough that was originally malleable turned into a pebble in an instant.
Jima focused her power, her brows furrowing as she struggled to leave a shallow mark on Karlan’s pebble-like dream.
If she persisted, she could distort Karlan’s dream, but guiding someone through a “recollection dream” required delicate manipulation. Due to Jenna’s protection now, Jima couldn’t perform that delicate operation.
“There must be a conspiracy.” Jima, who often caused mischief, sensed that Jenna and George, that pair of scoundrels, were plotting against her.
She released her hold on Karlan, and he abruptly pulled out of the dream, opening his eyes and fearfully looking up at Jima.
Jima said expressionlessly, “Did you understand? I’m not joking with you.”
Karlan realized that Jima was anything but kind, not considering his daughter’s feelings and treating him as an enemy. He hesitated and didn’t speak.
Jima threatened him, “While I might not be able to take on George and your daughter, I’m not even two meters away from you right now.”
Karlan sighed, “As a mortal, caught between you extraordinary beings, I truly feel stifled.”
“Play the pity card with your daughter; she’s kind-hearted, while I have a wicked heart.”
Karlan recalled and said, “George indeed wrote a letter to me through my daughter.”
“What was in it?”
Karlan shook his head: “He told me to keep it a secret.”
Jima raised the axe spear that had just smashed the table, but Karlan slumped over, assuming a position of resignation, saying, “I can only say that much.”
Jima could never truly harm Karlan; he understood this too.
Seeing that she couldn’t intimidate this old fox, Jima glared at Karlan, then angrily turned and left, immediately opening the entrance to the “Dream Palace” and jumping inside.
Back in the Dream Palace, her feet landed on the stone path in a small grove.
As Jima walked, her anger grew, and she swung her axe spear at a small tree by the roadside. The tree was uprooted and flew into the sky as if in a cartoon.
“It must be that villain George causing trouble! He’s definitely behind this!”
Jima stomped heavily a few times on the ground.
It’s the disruptions of good people that hurt unexpectedly, like stones in cooked rice.
Jima hadn’t expected that George would go to such lengths, resorting to cunning schemes just to have her get pregnant and give birth to their offspring.
Of course, it might also be that busty woman whispering in that kid’s ear; those two always liked to murmur in her Dream Palace, scheming behind her back.
This time George might come prepared, possibly with some props to increase the chances of conception.
Just the thought of George seriously reading a book on “How to Make a Succubus Pregnant,” coupled with a whole bunch of pregnancy-related substances, made Jima so angry she jumped up, soaring three meters high, and then another tree suffered her wrath, being uprooted and sent flying.
“I should have realized that George is no normal upstanding gentleman; he’s capable of employing holy strikes behind his enemy’s back.”
So infuriating.
Today was just her day off, with Jenna and George spending time together. After a day of battles, a weary George came to the Dream Palace to be with Jenna.
Generally speaking, Jima tried to avoid having the three extraordinary beings in the Dream Palace at the same time because it would accelerate magical power consumption. It was usually not a big deal, but now that they were at war, it needed careful control.
After wreaking havoc on three trees, Jima reached the palace doors and finally suppressed her anger.
She kicked off the ground, spread her wings, and flew high into the sky, looking down at the earth to find George and Jenna.
Her gaze fell upon a cluster of Greek-style stone pillars, green vines entwined around the white columns, with flowers and dense trees surrounding them. George and Jenna sat on a stone bench, Jenna in a snug white robe, leaning her head on George’s shoulder, appearing sweet and playful, talking and laughing.
Ah, what a lovely couple, plotting conspiracies and looking so pleased with themselves, clearly proud of their little scheme’s success.
Jima flapped her wings and swooped down, charging toward them in seconds, making a sharp turn above their heads. The wind from her wings interrupted their conversation.
George stood up, and Jenna leaned against him.
Jima slowly descended, landing on her tiptoes, folding her wings and putting her hands on her hips.
Her eyes first fell on Jenna’s ample bosom, the fabric stretched tightly, seeming to take on a fuller shape.
Something miraculous happened; Jima felt her heart open up considerably too.
Jima wasn’t so angry anymore; she turned to George and asked, “George, I have something to ask you.”
“Go ahead.”
“Did you trap me?”
George’s expression remained calm, his azure eyes looking at Jima as he replied, “No.”
“Oh, so you don’t think you’re trapping me.” Jima said, “I’m very angry right now, so when I want to reason, you’d better be honest.”
Jenna’s gentle voice chimed in, “Jima, you seem very angry. Can we discuss this calmly together?”
Oh, this silly woman thinks she’s the main wife, playing house. She must be involved in the conspiracy too.
“Don’t speak, I need to talk to George.” Jima countered with a cold expression. “Let’s not play guessing games. Did you write a letter to Jenna’s father?”
“Yes.”
“I knew it was you.” Jima exploded, “You scheming villain! I was blind to marry a man like you.”
“Wait, do you misunderstand something?”
“No misunderstanding.” Jima retorted, “Don’t mislead me with the truth. I’ll tell you, George, I finally see through you.”
“Why does my writing a letter make you angry?”
“And why wouldn’t it?” Jima responded, “You conspired with Karlen to put me in a bind! How could the casino, which is so profitable, run into losses? Unless the operator is doing it on purpose.”
George said, “But I didn’t write a letter for him to lose money.”
“Great, you even learned to lie using the truth. I really couldn’t see through you; you’ve even mastered my trick.”
George was silent for a moment, waiting for Jima to rant extensively before asking, “Jima, what’s going on?”
“What’s going on? You conspired with Karlen to block my legal income, so I could get pregnant.”
George replied, “No.”
“No?!”
These two words struck Jima like a stick to her head, waking her up. She suddenly realized she sounded like a shrew, rambling on without reason.
Feeling guilty, Jima lowered her voice, “Really not?”
George said, “I never intended to harm your legal income or see you fail. You agreeing to earn money legally is already a good thing.”
“Uh…”
Jima calmed down and realized she was in the wrong all along. Assuming there was collusion between George and Karlen, after learning that George had written to Karlen, she didn’t even check the accounts (she wouldn’t check anyway) and angrily came to demand George’s accountability.
“Hehe.” She laughed awkwardly, glancing at Jenna with her golden eyes.
Jenna smiled, “It’s good that the misunderstanding is resolved; this is also the merit of our divine creed.”
One shouldn’t lie; telling the truth can improve communication efficiency, reducing misunderstandings and conflicts.
Jima retracted her neck and asked Jenna, “I just have one last question: Did you do it?”
“Of course not.”
“Ahaha, just a misunderstanding. I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Unable to win an argument, Jima turned and walked away.
A large hand accurately grabbed her tail.
With a tight tug on her tail, Jima stopped, turned her head with trepidation to look at the cold-faced George and said, “Oh, you’re a good person, broad-minded, good-tempered, and hey, you look handsome today.”
George said, “Apologize.”
“Such a petty person.” Jima muttered, turning around and loudly saying, “I’m sorry to both of you.”
Only then did George let her go.
At this time, Jenna spoke up, “Jima, having a love child is a very happy thing; let’s raise it together.”
“Ahaha, next time, next time.” Jima hurriedly left.
“I’ll be waiting for you.”
Waiting for what!?
Jima’s face turned dark around the corner.
“Such a breeding maniac.”
Five days to legally earn two thousand gold coins.
Thinking of this, Jima felt troubled, scratching her head.
If there were no piracy in this world, she would have already had ten thousand gold coins; if she could be granted an extra five days, then selling books would probably be enough.
“George.” Jima turned back and called out to George from a distance, “Could you extend it to eight days?”
George shook his head.
Jima put on a flattering smile, “Five days?”
George shook his head again.
Jima showed a pitiful expression, “Three days?”
“Not even a minute.”
“Villain!”
Jima turned and walked away, her head pounding.
But, but the casino was just having problems.
No, she needed to bounce back a few times, trying to get the money in hand.
As the saying goes, opportunities to make money are everywhere in Marin City; Jima quickened her pace, heading back to Marin City.
