Chapter 83 Chapter 82 Calm down! Lord Demon King! Calm down!
The damn iron tortoise enthusiast, who was a perverted tail fetishist, was indeed still wearing steel boots, and his feet hurt a bit.
Ji Ma harshly withdrew her foot and saw George looking somewhat at a loss. His expression was hesitant; based on Ji Ma’s previous experiences with men, he must be struggling with what to do at this moment.
She felt a lot calmer.
Forget it, a kiss is a kiss, though she was very reluctant, it was better to try to forget than to get angry. Just think about revenge in the future… the method of revenge needs to be revised; she can’t use photos of herself as a muscular man to disgust him; otherwise, if he says, “You once kissed me,” it would be a total counterattack, so infuriating! That creative way of revenge would be gone.
Ji Ma crossed her arms and pouted angrily.
“Ji Ma~, don’t be angry, okay?”
George’s coaxing voice gave Ji Ma goosebumps. That tone was so affected and awkward, filled with the essence of a blunt man.
He’s worse at comforting than I am!
Ji Ma quickly extended her hand to stop George and said:
“I’m not a little girl who needs comforting because of immaturity—uh, I mean, I’m not an ordinary woman; can you give me some time to calm down?”
George sighed in relief, looking as if he had endured countless hardships to stab a longsword into a dragon’s heart. He turned his head to face forward and said,
“Okay.”
Ji Ma recalled her earlier actions. Unable to control her instincts, she had stuck her tongue out and stepped on his foot like a child fighting.
She immediately felt very ashamed, wanting to dig a hole on the spot and bury herself.
Calm down, calm down, I am the Demon King, the Demon King.
Taking a few deep breaths, Ji Ma finally calmed down and thought about her current situation.
The situation was actually quite good.
George, this tool person, although he is a perverted tail fetishist, keeps his promises and can be utilized… sigh, what happened to this world? Did all the stiff, unattractive paladins die out?
Moreover, her own strength had also made tremendous progress. She felt that with one more successful scheme, she could completely master the power of nightmares. The upgrade requirements for nightmares should be to manipulate others through distorted dreams to realize her own conspiracies.
At that moment, a commotion arose behind her.
Ji Ma turned around and saw a figure, weighing around 400 pounds, teary-eyed and walking towards the riverboat amid a crowd of about a dozen people.
Suddenly, Ji Ma felt that her mastery of the power of nightmares had advanced further.
What’s going on? Can causing others pain also count?
To verify her thoughts, she worked hard to open the “personal system panel” to confirm.
Sure enough, she saw familiar phrases.
After thinking for a moment, she immediately modified the upgrade requirements for nightmares.
To achieve her schemes by manipulating others through distorted dreams and causing them pain.
As Ji Ma and George turned a corner, Ji Ma caught a glimpse of the enormous figure of the 400 pounds, and the corners of her mouth lifted in a wicked smile as she whispered to herself:
“Thank you, 400 pounds.”
On the other side, the 400 pounds, surrounded by maids, got into bed. Her heart was filled with pain, feeling as if it had been hollowed out and left empty.
The old maid beside her comforted her, saying, “Mistress, don’t be angry; I’ve already arranged for someone to post a public notice in the city, scolding that bitch.”
The 400 pounds nodded vacantly.
The old maid sighed in her heart. It turned out that her lustful mistress secretly craved true love. She wondered when she would be able to move on from her sorrow.
At this moment, the 400 pounds said:
“Call the poet darling, the dancer darling, and then ask the steward for eight strong young men.” As she spoke, a blush appeared on her face.
The old maid was stunned for a moment and said, “Okay, mistress.”
The 400 pounds insisted, “Tonight.”
After saying that, she revealed an expectant smile.
…
A small boat with a passenger cabin floated down the river. A snow-white warhorse stood on the boat, its soulful eyes looking at the mares and jennies passing by on the street.
Inside the cabin, George and Ji Ma closed the door and faced each other.
“Ji Ma, I feel really strange,” George recalled, “The love of the 400 pounds came too suddenly, too dramatically; I suspect there are external factors involved.”
This virgin’s intuition by the door is sharper than a dog’s… Ji Ma bit into her bread and said:
“Maybe, I don’t understand either.”
“It seems she once mentioned she had a dream about me. Her intense affection seems to stem entirely from that dream.”
Ji Ma’s tail involuntarily tightened.
“Things you think about by day, you dream about at night,” Ji Ma said. “Perhaps because she met you, the years of suppressed yearning in her heart for an ideal partner erupted together, resulting in a beautiful dream.”
George said:
“Strangely enough, there are often people behind bizarre events. I suspect her dream was deliberately orchestrated by someone.”
Ji Ma took a sip of milk and said:
“Oh, aren’t you being paranoid all day? Isn’t that exhausting?”
“Just like at the Lis banquet, when my wife was eager to marry off her daughter to me, it was the Shadow King in disguise,” George continued, “I remember it being written in books that succubi can seduce people in dreams.”
“So you suspect me?”
Ji Ma looked at George with curiosity.
“To a degree, I do suspect you.” George said, “I remember you having nightmares when the poison backfired; your extraordinary abilities may indeed be related to the realm of dreams.”
It’s no wonder he’s the future star of the Sanctuary; he must have been shown countless hidden knowledge in his childhood. But unfortunately, I’m the Demon King; as long as you don’t directly confront me, you’ve already lost.
Ji Ma put down her wooden cup and extended a finger, saying:
“Your first mistake was: basing your assumptions on assumptions, which equals nonsense. You first assumed I, as a succubus, could manipulate dreams. Then you assumed the 400 pounds’ obsession with love originated entirely from those dreams, and finally assumed I was manipulating her dreams.”
“First, just because a succubus can seduce in dreams doesn’t mean she can manipulate dreams.”
“Second, there’s no rule that says experiencing backlash from a potion and having bad dreams means one’s abilities are related to dreams. I often have nightmares while in bed; I just happened to have a nightmare at the moment the backlash occurred.”
“Third, if you want to know why the 400 pounds is so crazy, you could simply question her directly.”
Ji Ma’s rebuttal was so logical that it immediately won George over.
He thought for a moment and nodded, but he forgot one thing: besides those well-prepared lies, very few people could clearly counter when suddenly questioned.
“Let’s put that aside,” George said, placing a stack of introduction letters on the table. “There are no names from New Delhi on here. I plan to visit a few wizards first to see if they can break the slave contract and then inquire about this person from New Delhi.”
Ji Ma remained silent, simply pushing open the window to look at the pedestrians on the street by the river.
“Ji Ma?”
“By the way, I feel quite unhappy being kissed for no reason and being questioned for no reason, so I don’t want to talk to you.”
George:………
Well, George didn’t know what to do anymore, but he understood.
Being with Ji Ma was at least more comfortable than being with Jenna.
He never understood Jenna’s feelings.
Although he had played with Jenna since childhood, he could never decipher the heart of this seemingly pure saint. Sometimes she would get inexplicably angry and not talk to him for several days. If he asked her, she would lie and say, “I’m not angry at all.”
Once he pointed out that she was lying, she would become even angrier, and her face would harden.
It left George utterly confused. Because of this, he had checked out books about women from the library and concluded that a woman’s mood is related to her monthly cycle.
Therefore, he planned to patiently wait for Jenna’s cycle to pass before leaving her be.
Days later, Jenna found him, full of dissatisfaction, and bluntly questioned, “Why are you angry with me?”
In the end, it left George with a headache.
Strangely, Jenna’s mood swings were even more frequent when interacting with the elven ranger, Frostleaf.
He asked a senior about it. The senior smiled wryly and said that women are unreasonable; they all behave like that.
But Ji Ma was quite reasonable. As long as she was in the wrong, she wouldn’t make a fuss, making her a bit like a man in their relationship.
As George pondered, the boat stopped under the bridge leading to the noble district. They disembarked and walked up the bridge, where a squad of lazy guards stood to check any passerby’s documentation, not allowing disruptions to the nobles’ mood.
The introduction letters provided by the wealthy boss carried great weight, and seeing the wax seal on them, the guards allowed the two to pass.
George led the horse while Ji Ma held the sword, stepping into the noble district surrounded by trees. The whole city of Shalin dreamed of living there, even if only temporarily.
Autumn had arrived, and the weather was hot.
The green pines seemed to be on the verge of cracking and oozing resin, and the ground was covered with a layer of yellow fallen leaves. The diligent servants on the street were sweeping up the leaves with brooms.
Ji Ma and George passed by the sweeping servants and found the home of the first wizard on a tranquil street.
Behind the black iron gate stood a three-story marble building. On the white balcony, a hot-blooded, brown-skinned girl stood with her hands on the edge, looking down at them with a cold expression. Ji Ma could feel her air of aloofness even from 50 meters away.
Ji Ma played the role of a servant well, ringing a copper bell. A well-dressed black-clad male servant approached, took the introduction letters, and left.
Ji Ma glanced at the wizard’s residence and said:
“I thought they all had a workplace.”
“Are you not angry now?”
“When you mention it, I feel a bit angry.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re annoying,” Ji Ma said. “Questions inherently carry a sense of doubt. If you want to irritate someone, you could use a question for every sentence.”
“What’s the principle behind that?”
Ji Ma turned her head away and gave him a friendly middle finger.
George showed a friendly smile, “Please tell me why.”
“Because the human brain requires energy to think, and humans inherently strive to reduce energy consumption and avoid unnecessary thoughts,” Ji Ma said. “Being questioned means the questioner has to engage their brain, expending considerable energy to answer the inquirer. What’s even worse is encountering a mindless questioner; they can just mumble a question at will without thinking, using childish, stupid questions that waste a significant amount of my brain cells.”
“Are you indirectly insulting me?”
“My lord, what do you think?”
Before long, an old butler with gray hair arrived with two maids, respectfully saying:
“Honored guests, please come in; the master is waiting for you in the guest room.”
