Chapter 217 Chapter 212 Untitled
Hearing the news, George was not too disappointed.
After searching diligently in this world for Ji Ma for six months, there was already too much evidence to prove that Ji Ma was not in this world.
He had not found or seen any trace of Ji Ma at all.
Ji Ma was very good at hiding, but she could not escape his pursuit because she had betrayed him and torn up their engagement.
So there was only one frustrating conclusion: he looked in the wrong world.
“Alright.” George nodded and raised his hand, “Can you give my painting back to me?”
“What do you need it for?”
“To find Ji Ma next time.”
“Ji Ma, Ji Ma, you can’t stop talking about Ji Ma. I’m almost jealous. I’m really curious about how she attracts men,” Cardona said. “Before I cut off her head, I will take a good look at her face and have the painter capture it, to satisfy the curiosity of later generations.”
“You’re talking nonsense.” George corrected her, “The last time I mentioned Ji Ma was five days ago.”
“If you didn’t have this slag woman in your heart, you couldn’t possibly remember so clearly.”
“You misunderstood.” George said, “A hunting dog will always sniff out the scent of its prey; that doesn’t mean it likes the prey.”
“They say men hate the idea of a rapist, but secretly hope for handsome women to do the same,” Cardona said. “Spring Dawn, I think many people are pondering how to leave a mark in your heart after they found out you haven’t forgotten Ji Ma.”
George said, “So you’re hinting that you plan to rape me, while expressing your jealousy?”
Cardona smiled, “What do you think, beautiful Spring Dawn?”
George did not react as she expected, feeling shy or angry or blushing.
His response was strange, as if such an open hint and offense was just a harmless breeze.
George said calmly:
“Give me back my painting; it took me a week to draw them.”
“Since it was drawn by beautiful Spring Dawn, I naturally have to keep it as a souvenir.” Cardona used a humorous tone to cover her jealousy, “You have to give a failed woman a memory of your token, right?”
“I had three fiancées.” George said, “We’ve shared the bed several times, revealing our true selves.”
Cardona took a deep breath and said, “Spring Dawn, sometimes men can be quite cruel. Am I that ugly?”
“No, you’re quite beautiful.”
“Are you saying that because you think I have a grandpa’s vibe? I lack the temperament of a mature lady?”
“You could be described as heroic.” George said, “If I’d met you when I was fourteen, I might have spent a wonderful time with you. But now… please don’t talk too much nonsense.”
Cardona looked deeply at George and said:
“The first time I saw a man so much like a woman, direct, decisive, and sincere, it made me feel like a man. Last question, can you tell me why you always mention your three fiancées?”
“Because you women care about my virginity.” George said, “So why shouldn’t I state the fact that you’re most concerned about?”
“If I hadn’t seen many rascals, I might think you were a reckless man.”
“Describing me as reckless isn’t an exaggeration.” George said, “I admit I quite enjoy sex—though I wouldn’t want to continue discussing that, my lord duke.”
Cardona politely bowed her waist:
“As you wish, handsome gentleman.”
Cardona finally agreed to abolish the system of slavery in the duchy and to eliminate public auctions. This move would receive unanimous approval from the noble ladies, for men fear that one day they might fall into slavery.
Although, based on the national and social context, it would be impossible to actively attack slave owners. But George was satisfied, as he would now have a legitimate reason, and it wouldn’t be seen as “illegally freeing slaves.”
Things can barely be considered a successful conclusion.
However, when he returned alone to the knight’s camp, half of the entire camp was empty, and only Litith came out to greet him.
“Thank you for your honesty.” Litith complained, “Our knight’s group, which has finally begun to show progress, is missing half its members, and the remaining half is furious, wanting to get an explanation from you.”
“I know.”
“You certainly do.” Litith said, “You knew last time, when you wanted to distribute the spoils to the knights, they didn’t accept. I’m glad; you were worried that they were only here for your body and glory.”
“That’s right.”
“So you care so much about your body?” Litith raised her voice, “Have you forgotten, in your world, men pursue women? Why don’t you take advantage of it?”
“I don’t refuse sex,” George said, “But I won’t engage in that kind of thing with women I don’t like or am not close to.”
“Wow, you really are a man of principles.”
George looked at Litith, who was wearing a helmet with a face shield, making it difficult to see her face. He suddenly reached out and lifted her face shield, revealing her bruised cheek.
Ah, now he understood why Litith was so angry.
Litith turned her head and said, “Thanks to you.”
George moved his hand closer, his palm glowing with white light, a warm current flowed over, and the bruise on Litith’s face disappeared.
Litith touched her face and said, “Now I finally understand why you have so many wives; even I am tempted.”
George said, “By the definitions of gender in this world, does that count as homosexual?”
“Maybe.”
The two rode their horses, the atmosphere became much more amicable as they headed towards the residence.
Facing the dissatisfied knights, George gave honest answers, and half the people left again.
Litith assured George that of the remaining half, most were coveting his body.
She said, “They stayed precisely because they consider you reckless.”
She wasn’t wrong; that evening, several female knights tried to break into George’s tent. He threw them out, and in the end, those knights covered their faces as they left, cursing George as a philanderer, pretending to be noble.
Although hearing female voices scolding him for being reckless felt strange.
But George decided he would still fight for his dignity. He chased after them, inviting them to a preliminary duel to take them all down.
At that moment, the startled female knights suddenly remembered.
Spring Dawn’s full name was “Crimson Spring Dawn.”
By morning, the knight’s residence was empty.
George could not help but sigh, calling out to all the unwilling female knights, lining them up.
Hmm, they can’t even form a line. He called names, crossing one name off after another.
“Alright.” George said, “Next step, I plan to continue liberating slaves; the journey will be hard, and now everyone can come and go freely.”
Outside the residence, a fanfare of trumpets sounded.
In the midst of many servants, Cardona rode in on a fine horse, with a magnificent headdress atop her helmet, swaggering into the camp. She approached George, removed her helmet, revealing two long ears and a crown upon her head.
“Did I miss the morning roll call?”
“Yes.” George pointed at the bugle players beside her horse, “It’s still too noisy; according to military regulations, they need to leap like frogs for a thousand meters.”
Cardona smiled, raised her hand to stop her angrily glaring female attendants, and leapt off her horse, saying, “Since I’m a soldier, how can I defy military regulations?”
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“The law is only meant to restrain those who cannot break the law,” Ji Ma murmured to herself, “Morality is the social training, the whip for training horses, so when can I run a red light?”
Ji Ma looked at the long convoy ahead and fell into thought.
