Chapter 34 Chapter 33 The Fool (Part 1)
The fool?
The beautiful Eve Frostleaf turned her face to look at Jima.
Jima sniffed and recalled a whiff of a fishy smell, saying, “Never mind, we won’t meet.”
After saying that, she curiously watched the other person’s reaction.
“She is a saint, able to foresee the future, and even your refusal was anticipated by her,” said the Black-bearded Wing Knight. “She said you are a thoroughly vulgar woman; as long as you can have the best house and a few young maids, you would be satisfied.”
“Then she must not have foreseen that I am a woman who enjoys digging into stubborn issues,” Jima said. “Today, I will sleep outside, by the roadside, in a tent, enduring the nuisance of beggars and the trouble of unwary men bothering me, if only to break this prophecy.”
At this time, the Black-bearded Wing Knight turned to Eve Frostleaf, who had remained silent, and said:
“This city needs your help; perhaps just for one night.”
The young men beside him looked at the two women with lust and curiosity, secretly speculating about their identities.
“Sorry,” Jima said. “We have great matters to attend to in saving the world; delaying for the life and death of a small town is not good.”
Some of the Wing Knights felt uncomfortable and shouted:
“The dark-haired woman, you look like an imperial person, right? Then you should kneel down, lower your pretty face, and lick my boots. Without our Lady Kisleyf blocking the Norscar and demonic races year after year, day after day for you southerners, with your weak temperaments, your flourishing cities would have long become a pile of ruins.”
Jima replied, “I think you should apologize to me; otherwise, with you Wing Knights, you might need a lesson, namely, never provoke beautiful women. The reason is simple, but explaining it would be troublesome with your little brains.”
Although none of the men present could refuse Jima’s charm, her words stirred their anger. They drew their swords, lowered their lances, or kicked their horses to advance and surround the woman who spoke impertinently, demanding that she pay a price.
“Stop,” the Black-bearded Wing Knight raised his right hand and said one sentence: “They are guests; it is her wish to bring the guests safely to the fool.”
The words “the fool” had a commanding effect. The proud Wing Knights put down their weapons and withdrew their encirclement.
After satisfying her urge to speak, Jima waved her hand at the Black-bearded Wing Knight, saying, “Then goodbye?”
After saying that, she turned to leave, and Eve Frostleaf’s long fingers rested on her shoulder.
Eve Frostleaf said, “Let’s meet her.”
“Are you curious?”
Eve Frostleaf nodded.
“You’ll be disappointed,” Jima said. “Really.”
“Let’s go together.”
“No way, don’t delay matters.”
Jima said this but then stopped.
In fact, it wasn’t delaying matters because they considered themselves to have free time. They had calculated that at their speed, they would have to wait a few more days when they reached the capital of Kisleyf for George and Jenna.
But since Eve Frostleaf wanted to help others, and Jima had managed to dig her out of George’s harem, giving her a good impression was worthwhile. Perhaps she could even intentionally get hurt to sell a sob story and pin a green hat on George.
Thinking so, Jima held Eve Frostleaf’s hand.
The latter did not refuse and gently grasped her hand in return.
George’s head would turn even greener.
At that moment, Jima completely forgot her worries about whether George would kill her once her true identity was exposed.
“Alright, it’s settled,” the Black-bearded Wing Knight waved his hand. “Give them a horse.”
Two Wing Knights immediately dismounted, and one of them, acting obsequiously, handed the reins to the expressionless Eve Frostleaf, saying, “May I help you with the horse, beautiful lady?”
Before Jima could get angry, Eve Frostleaf raised her eyelid, shooting a cold glance that instantly chilled the man, who was in a courting state; he stammered and took a step back.
As expected of Frostleaf, having been so beautiful since childhood, she must have accumulated plenty of experience in rejecting advances.
Jima admired her in her heart when a reins were handed in front of her. Jima turned her head and saw a straight-bodied Wing Knight radiating a mating aura. He said:
“My battle horse is adorned with the heads of two cultists and a fully armored Norscar.”
Upon saying this, the young Wing Knight’s tone involuntarily became proud.
Jima couldn’t help but recall that day when she saw the ground littered with the Norscar corpses shot dead by Eve Frostleaf, sizing him up and judging that the somewhat smelly young man was about as strong as a fish.
She directly showed a contemptuous expression, her lips twisting as she said:
“Forget it, I’ve used an axe to kill a Cyclops. Do you see this elf next to me? She shot five hundred Norscar in one night.”
Eve Frostleaf added, “Just over two hundred.”
The rejected young Wing Knight felt awkward and angry, his hand halted in mid-air, unsure of what to do.
Jima disregarded others’ thoughts; she raised Eve Frostleaf’s hand and said, “Beautiful people belong to the strong; come, Frostleaf, how about you ride and take me with you?”
Eve Frostleaf’s long ear tips turned slightly red due to Jima’s words of embarrassment as she walked over to the empty warhorse, stepped into the stirrup with ease, firmly grasped the reins, and Jima climbed on as well.
Riding together with Eve Frostleaf, Jima waved to the Black-bearded Wing Knight and said, “Let’s go.”
The Black-bearded Wing Knight looked at Jima cautiously and led the way on horseback.
The Wing Knights following behind began to talk, speculating about the identities of the two women and the achievements Jima had just mentioned, lamenting their sexual orientation. Moreover, their conversation was fully exposed, as normal people could hear what they said.
Hearing phrases like “wasting resources” and “such beautiful women actually belong to the same kind,” Eve Frostleaf was displeased and turned to the Black-bearded Wing Knight, saying:
“Is this Kisleyf’s kind of etiquette?”
The Black-bearded Wing Knight replied, “Elf, this is the etiquette of our Kisleyf; only rats and children whisper. Besides, what did they say wrong?”
As he spoke, his gaze fell on Eve Frostleaf’s waist, where Jima’s hands were wrapped around her.
Jima said, “That’s right; we are family.”
The Black-bearded Wing Knight tightened the bear godskin around his neck, murmuring an exorcism prayer under his breath, his expression seemingly saying, indeed, as expected of a demon.
Eve Frostleaf glared at Jima with a side-eye, seeing her smiling face and feeling helpless.
In less than a minute, the surrounding Wing Knights all understood that the friendship between them was somewhat unusual.
The strange looks from the onlookers made Eve Frostleaf feel a bit embarrassed, yet she somewhat enjoyed it in her heart. Of course, there was no change in her expression.
After walking for about five minutes.
Eve Frostleaf asked, “Do you know about the fool?”
“I know,” Jima whispered, her breath brushing against Eve’s ear intentionally or unintentionally. “Kisleyf’s specialty is like how Bartow produces the Holy Grail.”
“What is it?”
“Do you know the Holy Fool?”
“No.”
“Exactly,” Jima lowered her voice even further, “the mad fools, anyway, each one stinks a lot.”
