Chapter 25 Chapter 24 Preparation
Ji Ma agreed to George’s conditions and passed the “examination.”
Therefore, out of recognition for George’s strength, she revealed the latest location of the Demon King Crown shard to the Sanctuary.
To roughly pinpoint the shard’s location, Ji Ma used “Dream Shuttling” to travel to different spots and employed a Wish Compass pointing toward the shard’s direction. Then, she drew two red lines on a high-precision map, and the intersection of these lines was located in a human kingdom to the northeast of the Empire.
The Country of Warriors, Kisliv.
It was vast yet barren and cold, bordered by Noska and the realm of trolls on one side and the mountainous edge of the world on the other, where there lay chaotic wastelands heavily eroded by magical energy. Almost every time the world-ending army rose, they would emerge from the chaotic wastelands, with Kisliv being the first to bear the brunt.
Thus, Kisliv earned the heavy title of “Shield of Order.”
The determined intersection for the Demon King Crown shard was located within the northern mountains of Kisliv.
Ji Ma put down her pen, caressed the smooth surface of the paper, and asked:
“Is the map’s precision sufficient?”
George replied, “At least the relative positions of the major cities are accurate; this is the most precise map available.”
“Then our destination is Kisliv.”
Ten minutes later, the map was submitted to the Sanctuary, and after a discussion, it was unanimously agreed that the matter required urgency, so the Sanctuary planned to use magical power to teleport all expedition teams to Kisliv.
This not only incurred huge costs, but due to the long distance, it would also result in low precision. Based on historical experience, those being teleported often scattered over tens or even hundreds of kilometers and might even get stuck in trees, rocks, or underground.
Fortunately, they wouldn’t get stuck to death; they would merely be “spat out.” Unfortunately, this was quite uncomfortable.
However, considering efficiency, this method of teleportation was much faster than any transportation means, even flying, which would take nearly a month if departing from the Sanctuary, crossing the Empire to Kisliv.
The Sanctuary concentrated all available resources to prepare the ritual, planning to teleport a total of ten people in the expedition team, including George and Ji Ma, toward Kisliv, as far as possible.
During the days of resource concentration and ritual preparation, the two teams began their respective preparations. Ji Ma’s team was the auxiliary team, clearly stipulated to receive secondary treatment, with George as the captain.
During a meeting, he asked:
“Does anyone speak the language of Kisliv?”
The three women shook their heads.
“We need four constant all-night language arcane items.” George wrote on a list, then placed the densely written list on the table and asked, “Alright, does anyone have anything to add?”
The list was on a small tan-colored paper, densely filled with red words. Though it was crowded, the handwriting was neat and orderly, with the text divided into several main categories: communication, correspondence, safety, and others.
Ji Ma examined it and felt that George’s attention to detail surpassed that of a girl.
“I have no problems.”
Eve Frostleaf nodded, “No problem.”
Saint Jenna finally said, “It’s fine.”
“Since there are no issues, the next step is to write a will.” George brought a prepared copper box and personally placed his two wills inside, saying, “If I do not return, the Sanctuary will pass the will to your friends and family.”
Ji Ma asked, “You wrote two?”
“Yes,” George said, “Not returning has two meanings—sacrifice and corruption. If I have fallen, then the current me is dead. The manner of death varies, and so does the will.”
“Alright, you all write your wills; I won’t.”
“Ji Ma, you should write a will too.”
“I have no one to receive my will.”
Ji Ma couldn’t help but recall her past life. They were all back on distant Earth, and before the police called to inform of her death, two wills would be automatically sent through WeChat via a pre-written program.
“What about me?”
“If the best at escaping me is dead, then you all surely will die.”
Saint Jenna said, “Don’t worry; my divine magic will protect everyone’s mind and body. Ji Ma, if you don’t want to write a will, then don’t.”
But George said, “Ji Ma, you should still write a will, settle your affairs, distribute your assets, and have some peace of mind during such times.”
Eve Frostleaf said nothing, picking up her pen, writing elegant elven script on the paper.
Ji Ma thought for a while and felt it was better to write something to share a common topic with the two women. She picked up her pen, chewed on the end, considered, and wrote on the paper:
“If I should pass away, then my assets will go 60% to Maid Li…”
But then she realized that most of her assets were hidden away in the Dream Palace, buried well. If she died, she was unsure if the Dream Palace would return her money.
If it did come out, it would surely be a spectacular scene, with shining gold coins gushing out from beside her corpse.
No, she had to find someone to manage her assets.
Ji Ma thought of her trusted confidante, the gloved Sia, and continued writing: “The remaining 40% will go to Miss Sia of Marin City; she is my loyal follower.”
After that, she was at a loss for words.
Ji Ma chewed on the pen, realizing that she had nothing else to say. She glanced at Eve Frostleaf’s will and saw, wow! This elf was writing poetry, and she was writing quickly, having already reached the fourth page.
Looking over at Jenna, she too had written a fair amount and had already filled a whole page.
Ji Ma lowered her head to look at her own will, which felt so empty, with only a line of red text. A sense of defeat inexplicably washed over her.
She raised her head and asked, “Besides asset distribution, what else can I write? Can someone teach me?”
Since Eve Frostleaf had ignored Ji Ma ever since receiving toys from her, she gently spoke up, “Words from the heart for family and friends.”
Having said that, Eve Frostleaf reached the sixth page of her will, putting immense pressure on Ji Ma, who felt as if she were back in a classroom in her past life, taking an exam and everyone else had nearly filled their papers while she had just finished the multiple-choice questions.
Words from the heart? Should she tell Li that she had been deceiving her all along? And that she was really quite foolish? As for Sia, should she confess that she had created rumors to expose that Sia was once a man, merely for reference?
Forget it, she wasn’t foolish enough to write such things down.
Ji Ma pondered deeply, and beside her, Eve Frostleaf set down her pen, picked up a stack of will papers, organized them, and the sound of paper tapping the table came through.
Suddenly, Ji Ma had an epiphany and added a line:
“My loyal servant Li, all this time, I have overlooked your needs and nearly forgotten your background. Deceived by your family and abandoned in the forest to fend for yourself, considering your unwavering loyalty, I should take you home and show off; how enraging it would be for them.”
After finishing, Ji Ma sighed in relief; her will now looked less empty with two lines written on it.
At that moment, she felt a gaze upon her, looking at her will. Ji Ma turned to see it was Eve Frostleaf casting a glance at her; after organizing her substantial will, she pulled out another sheet of paper and continued writing swiftly.
Ji Ma glanced at her own will, and a wave of defeat surged within her. Deciding to be bold, she also took out a sheet of paper and began to write:
“A long time ago………”
And she began to write a novel.
