Chapter 72 Chapter 71 The Great Demon Jima
The biting cold wind not only brought chill but also the stench from the trolls.
The shelter could be discovered by the trolls at any moment, yet George was still discussing with the excited dwarves, persuading them to retreat together and not to waste their precious lives. The dwarves, with their bearded faces flushed with anger, shouted loudly.
The survivors gathered in a cluster, chattering noisily; if it weren’t for the tranquil hidden barrier, even the most foolish troll would be attracted by their voices.
The world was so noisy; Jima just felt it was loud, very loud.
Looking at the group of survivors in front of her, eating her food, using her supplies, wearing her clothes, the only significance was to appease George. If only George knew her true identity now, perhaps he might show her mercy instead of beheading her with a single sword strike.
Well, based on what she knew about George, it was likely that the first sword strike would miss, resulting in her losing an arm or a leg; with the second sword, he would surely pierce through her brain.
Thinking of this, Jima touched her belly, and there was not the slightest movement.
Now she could truly empathize with those ancient concubines who could never get pregnant. It was truly laughable; previously, she desperately did not want to bear that man’s child, yet upon seeing the contents of George’s notebook, which included his plan to make her pregnant, she was so frightened that her complexion drained, even having nightmares.
Now, in order to save her life, she actually wanted to get pregnant with George’s child as soon as possible.
“Why aren’t you cooperating at all?” Perhaps it wasn’t her fault but George’s; there might be some reproductive isolation.
Lost in these thoughts, Jima sighed.
She thought of many things but didn’t spend a single brain cell on the current predicament. After all, this predicament was merely the others’ problem. The dwarves, being honorable, would send one person to act as a guide to lead them back to the fortress.
No matter how kind George was, he would never put the team in a place where they would face certain death.
After all, if danger arose, she could just fly away.
Young Dagji stepped out from the noisy crowd, treading on the trampled snow, moving toward Jima, with his sister following him like a clingy cat. The young Dagji approached Jima.
Only then did Jima lift her eyelids, glancing at the noisy crowd, seeing their rosy complexions and spirits, which reminded her of the pile of supplies she had moved from the dream palace, exhausting her arms (though primarily, it was Lianxi Cat who got tired).
Just thinking about how she acted like a live Lei Feng made Jima feel uneasy, and her attitude dropped significantly; her face sagged as she looked at young Dagji and asked:
“What is it?”
“Jima… Jima, I have something to say.”
“Speak quickly.” Jima raised her hand, snapping her fingers, and behind her, Lianxi, dressed as a proper head maid, appeared. The cold wind blew her cat ears, causing her to tremble. Without turning around, Jima said, “Massage me.”
“Understood, Mistress.”
Lianxi began to vigorously massage Jima’s shoulders.
Young Dagji seemed to be organizing his thoughts, appearing timid yet somewhat excited.
“Speak up.” Jima mumbled, “Little punk is so hard to communicate with; if you don’t say anything, you can scram.”
“Can you help me convey our message?”
Jima thought carefully for a moment, looked at the crowd behind him, and said, “You mean, you all reached a conclusion, but the adults are afraid of me and pushed you out to relay the message, right?”
Young Dagji hesitantly replied, “Yes… maybe.”
Communicating with little kids was a mental workout; they had a limited vocabulary and didn’t know how to express their meaning. It was hard to believe that anyone would actually like lolis…
Jima raised her hand and pointed to her head.
Behind her came Lianxi’s voice: “Understood, Mistress.”
Two gloved hands pressed firmly on her head.
Young Dagji had a wooden sword at his waist, a gift from George, who personally taught him swordsmanship.
It was hard to imagine how George communicated with him; just thinking about it gave her a headache, yet it was one of those foolish things he did.
As young Dagji was about to speak, Jima interrupted:
“I know without you saying that it’s about escaping. Don’t worry, we’re preparing to ambush the trolls in the valley, using precious fighting resources to buy you time to escape. The only disagreement now is whether the dwarves should stay; George doesn’t want them to die in vain.”
In front of young Dagji, Jima couldn’t be bothered to pretend. Acting required intangible costs.
From Jima’s perspective, young Dagji and all the survivors behind him belonged to a completely useless level, even worse than useless, as they caused her investments to falter. Just seeing them made Jima feel troubled.
Simply thinking about whether deceiving young Dagji would be beneficial, Jima was unwilling to invest in that cost.
Right now, she just wanted these people to quickly disappear from her sight. Hurry up and escape; as for whether they would be pursued by trolls on the way, how many would frostbite or die…
Jima didn’t care at all. If an avalanche suddenly buried them all, she would gladly praise nature for making a group of nuisances disappear from her sight as quickly as possible.
“No! That’s not it!” Young Dagji’s face flushed red as he clenched his fists, which made Jima think of various hot-blooded anime protagonists’ poses; the noise was so annoying she almost wanted to chop him on the head with an axe.
He waved his fists and shouted, “We will resist!”
Jima used another tranquil hidden barrier to isolate the area.
Young Dagji continued shouting, “We’ve decided! Regardless of age or gender, we will fight the trolls to the death; they destroyed our homeland! They killed my people! We can’t be cowardly and run away anymore!”
“Lianxi, plug my ears, quick.”
Lianxi immediately used her finger to block Jima’s ear.
“A bunch of old, weak, sick, and disabled people want to kill trolls? The brave warriors who could take down trolls have long since died; will they be captured?” Jima said, “Are you counting on the four-man saving team? We can’t even defeat the trolls; our main objective is to find a guide, and now we’ve found a dwarven guide; it’s already foolish to stay behind for you.”
Young Dagji said, “We have the courage, and we won’t ask you to die with us!”
Fortunately, Lianxi had blocked Jima’s ears, or she would have to grab an axe and tell this noisy kid to shut up.
“We beg you, please give us weapons; we can die in glorious battle, not freeze to death while fleeing. We don’t want to be fish!”
Jima said, “I’m not saying this for you to retort; don’t forget, your souls are in my hands.”
The hot-blooded young Dagji froze.
“Although in the demon realm, I’ve already got three big cesspools filled with a hundred thousand maggots, starving and waiting with open mouths for food. I wouldn’t mind opening another cesspool and stuffing you both inside…”
While Jima threatened him, she aimed toward the position of Eve Frostleaf, worrying that this gossiping woman would sneak over and eavesdrop on her.
Seeing her only suspiciously surveying the area, Jima continued to boast:
“Even if it’s useless and ordinary souls, I still want to squeeze out some value, to go back and tell them to relay my words verbatim, of course, don’t say I said it; just say you said it, to undermine everyone’s confidence, my magic can do that.”
“Absolutely not!” Young Dagji exclaimed angrily, “Even if we are unarmed, we will use stones to smash the trolls’ heads; how can I be a coward?”
“Then you better watch your sister suffer.” Jima said, “A little bit of suffering.”
“You’re simply a devil.”
“I am indeed a demon, having fooled three servants in circles.” Jima said, “Moreover, let me remind you, it’s best not to tell the three; I know Eve Frostleaf came to look for you, but I’m not worried.
Because even if you told her the whole truth, they would only take it as my nonsense, thinking I’m joking, and at most, laugh at me a bit and embarrass me. The master doesn’t care.”
The master cares a lot.
Young Dagji’s face paled, and at Jima’s urging (seeing Eve Frostleaf walking toward them), he stumbled away.
