Chapter 159 Chapter 155 Curse
In Ji Ma’s eyes, Wei Lin is essentially a willful young lady who never grows up.
She actually admitted that she was afraid of the Blood Dragon Knight Duncan.
Such an ancient vampire has fears of her own kind.
Ji Ma straightened up from the soft chair: “Does he know your weaknesses?”
“No.”
“Is he older than you?”
“No.” Wei Lin shook her head, her tone somewhat dismissive: “He’s just my mother’s champion warrior…”
“Champion warrior?!”
“…a mere servant.”
“Though it’s presumptuous, could you tell me the background of this?”
“My mother is very selfish,” Wei Lin said. “One day, she gathered her friends and followers and distributed the legendary elixir of immortality among them. She meant to give it to me as well, but since it was developed with her filthy lover, I refused.
“Afterward, they turned into bloodsucking monsters, which was very strange. I was glad that I didn’t think as foolishly as my mother and didn’t take it, but she was unhappy and tethered me, forcing the remaining elixir of immortality into my mouth.”
Is this the origin of the blood kin? It sounds unremarkable, quite similar to conflicts in ordinary families.
“May I ask, what about your father?”
“He ran away long ago.” A smirk appeared at the corner of Wei Lin’s mouth: “He was originally a prince of a country, but was sent here to be my mother’s student and hostage. My mother fell in love with him, but he wouldn’t comply. Later, when the treaty expired, he could have returned to his country.
“My mother kept him tied up, not letting him go, dragging it out until she finally found him an opportunity to escape back. How happy she must have been. A woman like my mother can’t keep the one she loves.”
A romantic illness can indeed be inherited.
“I’m sorry to hear so much personal matter,” Ji Ma said. “I will keep it confidential.”
“It can be kept secret, except for the part about ‘my mother couldn’t keep my father, detained him for twenty-five years, and in the end, still let him escape.’” Wei Lin said, “Do you know an author named ‘The Black-Haired One’? If you could have him write a novel to promote this matter, that would be even better.”
The Black-Haired One is my pen name.
But Ji Ma was not in a hurry to mention this; instead, she asked:
“How do you know The Black-Haired One? Do you like the books he writes?”
“No, his books are vulgar and lowbrow, lacking any aesthetic quality,” Wei Lin said. “But my husband likes them, so I took a look. It seems that many lowly poor people enjoy reading them. The awful things my mother did are just right for them.”
You involved your husband in your criticism.
Ji Ma was glad she didn’t immediately confess to being The Black-Haired One. Otherwise, with Wei Lin’s temper, it would lead to jealousy and chaos.
“The books of The Black-Haired One are published by the publishing house I control,” Ji Ma said. “Rounded up, you could consider it as my subordinates, writing some commissioned works. But to be popular, one must write some unsightly vulgar content, what do you think?”
Wei Lin asked, “Tell me more.”
As expected, she is indeed her mother’s daughter; it’s good to ask a few more questions.
Ji Ma said, “For example, a character based on your mother becomes the protagonist’s harem, and through a method favored by male readers, a… forced… intercourse approach, considering…”
Ji Ma paused again, watching Wei Lin’s expression, and slowly said:
“…a character based on your mother having a romantic history is the most favored method among readers. Male readers can accept a woman of the protagonist who has a rich romantic history, but they cannot accept a woman who arrives in a pure love manner.”
“What you mean by harem is probably not the same as I understand,” Wei Lin frowned slightly. “How could my mother enter a harem? Clarify what you mean by harem.”
“The protagonist takes multiple wives, called harem,” Ji Ma said cautiously. “For example, if I were one of George’s three wives, we could say George has a harem.”
She intended to say fiancée, but to reassure Wei Lin and avoid any unnecessary jealousy, she omitted the prefix “fiancé.”
Wei Lin’s pale brows furrowed, her nails growing long: “How could my mother enter such a harem?”
Indeed, no matter how much Wei Lin disliked her mother, she is still her mother.
Ji Ma said, “Haha, it’s all in the conceptual stage, it can still be changed.”
“My mother’s harem kept pederasts and slaves, along with a bunch of other characters, and when she got tired of them, she’d send them away,” Wei Lin said. “I’ve never seen anyone treat those people in a harem as her husbands.
“My mother should enter such a harem, becoming a dedicated service slave…”
As she spoke, a beautiful smile blossomed on Wei Lin’s doll-like face.
Ji Ma paused for a moment, and a smile spread across her face: “Then it’s settled. Readers would surely love the slave maid genre; it will be very popular.”
Wei Lin’s smile became even more enchanting.
“Alright.” Ji Ma redirected the topic: “So the Blood Dragon Knight is your mother’s champion warrior?”
“No,” Wei Lin said. “His head is full of glory and codes of conduct, and he cannot accept blood. He left to seek a way to quench his thirst for blood, believing that only drinking dragon blood can solve it…”
Ji Ma noticed Wei Lin seemed to be rambling and quietly waited for her to get to the key point.
“…he has passed on to two ‘descendants,’ who are brothers, one of whom is named Duncan.”
“So, to put it another way,” Ji Ma整理说：”Blood Dragon Knight Duncan is a generation lower than you.”
Wei Lin said, “He is the descendant of my mother’s servant.”
“But you are unwilling to confront him directly.”
Wei Lin rebutted, “He is a descendant of a specialized combat servant; it’s naturally different.”
After hearing a bunch of nonsense, Ji Ma was frustrated that she didn’t get what she wanted, and she asked:
“Does he have any weaknesses?”
Wei Lin shook her head: “No.”
“So you are unwilling to fight?”
“Just as long as I don’t have to face Duncan.”
“The other is the Eternal Chosen,” Ji Ma reminded. “He is stronger than Duncan; if you face him, wouldn’t you be turned to dust, reduced to ashes?”
“I can.” Wei Lin said, “If I die at Duncan’s hands, when I open my eyes again, I would only be able to see my lover’s bones, old and dead before my tomb.”
He would only cheer for my freedom.
Ji Ma reminded: “If you confront blood dragon Duncan, you might have a chance to escape, but facing the Eternal Chosen, there is no chance of fleeing.”
“Why?”
Ji Ma briefly explained the Eternal Chosen Marus’s ability to forcibly pull people into close combat range.
Wei Lin fell silent and after a while, reluctantly nodded and said, “I am willing to face the Blood Dragon Knight Duncan.”
“Looking at it positively, during a battle, amidst the chaos, you might not meet the Blood Dragon Knight Duncan.”
Ji Ma said this with optimism, but considering the power disparity between both sides, and that it took so much effort merely to make Wei Lin reluctantly agree to fight, she felt her gains were minimal.
Wei Lin said, “I am unwilling to battle him, not because I’m afraid of dying at his hands…”
What you just said counts as an admission.
“I just mocked his cowardice.”
“Cowardice?” Ji Ma reminded: “He believes in the Blood God.”
“Desiring what he lacks.”
“From what you said, before he believed, he was the first servant of the Blood Dragon and wouldn’t be timid.”
“But he still fled,” Wei Lin said. “I heard that when Sigma was still a mortal, he protected a powerful necromancer, but when Sigma came to kill, he couldn’t withstand it and turned to run. The necromancer died at the hands of Sigma, cursing all blood kin.
“That we would never be able to defeat the descendants of Sigma.”
“Then this curse is useless,” Ji Ma said. “Sigma has no descendants.”
“We believe the descendants refer to the Empire,” Wei Lin said. “I do not mean to insult him, but rather to state a fact he is unwilling to accept. He still claims he did not participate in that battle.”
Ji Ma thought for a moment, feeling that this secret, besides using it to anger the Blood Dragon Knight Duncan, had no other utility.
Wei Lin continued, “He is very obsessed with proving himself, wanting to break this curse, hoping to kill the emperor or the followers of Sigma to prove himself.”
Ji Ma’s mind clicked:
“Wait, this is his weakness.”
“Ah?”
Ji Ma said: “We have priests of Sigma in our army.”
“He won’t be easily defeated.”
Ji Ma said: “But the battle priests can draw aggro.”
