Chapter 215: Chapter 214 – Stocking Up
The next day in Marlin City
Night.
In the bedroom of Miss Xiya, the famous female compatriot of Marlin City.
The magical lamp was turned up to full brightness, but the light couldn’t penetrate the mist in the room.
In the center of the room, the mist suddenly dissipated, and Jima leaned against a chair with her legs crossed.
“After so many days, I’ve finally returned the Gothic armor.”
Jima sat in the chair, looking at the Gothic plate armor placed in front of her. She had to admit that George had quite the taste. This full-body armor was adorned with carved edges and gold plating. The breastplate had smooth ridges that converged together, with a hook on top to support the lance’s butt.
The waist-tight design of the breastplate was visually pleasing.
Miss Xiya, who had a flat chest, flushed and slightly lowered her head to apologize to Jima:
“I’m sorry, my banker friend took so long to return the collateral.”
“It’s fine, after all, he’s been unlucky for a few weeks and will be even more unfortunate for his negligence.”
Jima put her legs down and walked in front of the Gothic plate armor, admiring the handiwork of the armor.
The polished surface of the armor reflected Jima’s smiling face.
“This armor stand he gifted is quite nice.”
“My lady,” Miss Xiya said softly, “he didn’t mean to, he just didn’t expect you to repay so quickly.”
“Only thirty thousand gold.” Jima’s tone was casual, as if she had never fussed over gold, “But negligence is still negligence; why are you speaking up for him?”
“He’s a good person.”
“Oh? Did you kiss him?”
Miss Xiya lowered her head slightly. She struggled not to think about how Jima knew their secret.
“Have you considered telling him the fact that you were once a man?”
Xiya’s eyes widened in shock like a frightened deer as she blurted out, “No.”
She even began to fear that Jima would tell him.
Jima smiled and said, “Don’t worry, I was just asking.”
Xiya sighed in relief, “I plan to keep it a secret for my whole life.”
But Jima didn’t want her to keep it a secret forever; she wanted to refer to this case, in case she was the Dark Lord Jima herself.
“Are you prepared to hide it from your beloved for a lifetime?” Jima said, “You’ve lived as a man for most of your life, leaving so many traces in this world—it’s really hard to cover them all up.”
Xiya frowned and said, “Let me think about it.”
“Prepare yourself mentally.” Jima’s tail flicked slightly; she was ready to push some related rumors to make Xiya face reality sooner.
“By the way, my lady.”
“Don’t call me that, just call me by my name.”
“Jima,” Xiya said, “can you help me?”
“This is a bit difficult; recently, I will be engaged in a war.”
Jima spoke slowly, taking out several bottles of witch potions, pink, blue, and white. Each had a label indicating its functions.
“Rumor: Everyone loves to spread what you say.”
“Lies: As long as you can make sense of it, people will believe your lies.”
…
These potions could grant Xiya some abilities from Jima.
Jima said, “A bottle for your reward.”
Xiya reached out, wanting the “Lies” witch potion, but her eyes also glanced at the “Rumor” potion.
Jima said, “If you help me with a task, I can advance you a bottle as a reward.”
“You say it, I can definitely do it.”
“Really?”
“I’ll do my best.” Miss Xiya’s gaze was firm.
“Good, I like your talent and enthusiasm.” Jima clapped her hands, and the mist behind her dissipated, revealing heaps of loot piled up from the floor to the ceiling, more than three meters high.
The loot mostly consisted of iron armors, iron swords, and iron axes scavenged from beastmen, and there were dozens of stout beastmen horns displayed on top of the loot mountain.
Xiya was taken aback.
This was in her room, in the real world; when did the succubus manage to bring so much loot into reality without a sound?
As expected of an extraordinary being; she must be even stronger than before.
“I need you to help me sell these loots,” Jima said. “Take a look and see if you can offer some suggestions; anything worthless just toss.”
Xiya stepped forward, carefully appraising, “These should all be beastmen armors; the craftsmanship is crude and can only be sold as scrap metal.”
Saying this, she gently brushed a massive horn, “I’ve rarely seen such large horns; it must belong to a strong beastman. Many people want to buy beastmen’s horns to hang in their homes as a proof of bravery or simply for revenge.”
“Bullman horns.”
Xiya had seen a bullman once from a distance; it was truly a terrifying monster.
She flipped over and found a larger horn that was thicker than her entire body, exclaiming, “What is this?”
“A cyclops horn.”
“It could be the highlight of an auction.”
Who exactly was Jima’s army fighting against?
Xiya held back her surprise and continued rummaging, finding something odd, very soft and skin-like; pulling it hard, it resembled a long sock.
“What is this?” Xiya asked, “The material seems nice.”
Jima looked at her holding the dark silk of a spirit witch and shamelessly said, “Sea dragon skin, crafted by dark elves.”
Xiya asked, “Is it a magical item?”
“You can call it dark silk.”
Xiya felt a bit embarrassed, quietly putting it back and saying, “These are all good loot, especially the black armor, and this… dagger and sword—are they also made by dark elves?”
“Yes.”
“As long as they are packaged well and placed on a red velvet mat and well-lit, their value will increase several times.”
“Get as much as you can for what we’ve got; prepare it and load it onto the cart.” Jima handed her a list: “My poor mortal servants need food and drink; it’s such a hassle.”
Xiya took the list and saw it was all items used by the army, nodding, “I have subordinates experienced in providing logistics for the mercenary group.”
“Good. Did you take care of the dream I entrusted to you last night?”
“It’s done; the bread and cheap ale have been packed.” Xiya said, “Enough to sustain two hundred people for a week.”
In just one day, Xiya managed to procure so much food and drink, which was quite impressive.
“Go prepare, I’ll head to the warehouse to collect it.”
“Alright, Jima.”
After Xiya left, Jima quickly cast a silver coin divination to confirm that Xiya had truly departed, then took down the black potion and poured the mud-like liquid down her throat.
The strength potion could enhance her power.
Jima attempted to lift the full-body armor and armor stand together.
“How heavy!”
In the end, she could only move it piece by piece, tossing it into the entrance of her dream palace, tiring her to the point that her waist was sore.
Footsteps were heard outside the door, and Jima quickly sat down, putting on a relaxed demeanor as if she hadn’t done any physical labor at all.
When Xiya saw that the Gothic plate armor was gone from the room, she wasn’t too surprised. For someone as unfathomable as Jima, moving such a heavy armor would be as easy as a wave of her hand.
“Jima, it’s all ready.”
“Good, take me there.”
Ten minutes later.
Inside the tightly closed warehouse.
In a quiet, hidden barrier, Jima, the faux Jima, and Lianxi were breathlessly moving items.
“I say,” the faux Jima said, “does a platinum-tier warrior really have to do the labor themselves?”
“Shut up, this is maintaining the demeanor of a master.”
“So the demeanor of a master is to do physical labor behind people?”
“I’m so bored, I’m actually talking to myself.”
As Jima spoke, she wiped the sweat from her forehead, picked up a wooden box with both hands, and braced her stomach, “It’s really heavy.”
