Mage Manual-Chapter 268 - 232 I want you... and Ash

Chapter 268: Chapter 232 I want you… and Ash

Chapter 268 -232 I want you… and Ash

Liss, who could freely change her answers, could completely use this “Honesty Game” to alter others’ perceptions of her.

In the final question, Liss bet 1 silver coin and explicitly chose “yes,” which was almost equivalent to a battle cry effect “I, Liss, am a naive and adorable little girl who easily trusts others, greatly increasing the affinity from everyone towards me.”

In fact, she had succeeded. In seeing her willing to genuinely cooperate with others without the constraints of a Contract, even Igula, who had the worst impression of her, couldn’t help but feel a surge of affection.

But she only succeeded a little.

Because Ash had also chosen “yes.”

If it were said that a hundred units of affection emerged at that time, only ten of them were given to Liss; the remaining ninety went to Ash.

After all, it was totally normal for Liss, the naive and adorable little girl. But Ash being equally naive made it amusing and brought some unexpected elation. It’s like a student who consistently scores 80 suddenly reaching 90 deserves praise, but another who usually scores 60 and reaches 90 this time, even if not a prodigal returning, is like laying down the butcher’s knife and finding redemption.

In a sense, in the art of winning affections, Liss lost to Ash.

Also because of Ash, the plans of Liss and Hanna were utterly ruined—perhaps Igula, Harvey, and Liss could still not trust each other, but they could always trust Ash.

But it wasn’t Liss and Hanna’s fault. Who would have thought that this man who hung around with the Swindler and the Necromancer would be a Mud Flower?

“Since you’ve discovered my multiple personalities, did you notice anything about Ash…”

“No, he has always had the character of a kindergarten orphanage.” Igula said somewhat gloomily, “Although it’s unexpected, if you think about it, it makes sense. People like him are truly unique in the Kingdom of Blood Moon, please don’t misunderstand, Harvey and I are the normal ones in the Kingdom of Blood Moon.”

‘Liss’ could only bite the bullet, and she suddenly asked, “Mr. Bokin, I have a question for you—regarding the question about you cross-dressing, I actually chose ‘no’ and then bet 5 coins planning to make a mistake with everyone else, otherwise always answering correctly would be too conspicuous.”

A peculiar sentence structure indeed, she said it was a question, but she stated a fact.

However, Igula understood what she meant—why did Liss choose “no,” yet there were still five “yes” on the table?

This only represented one possibility: apart from Liss, the other five all chose “yes,” including Igula himself!

But since Igula had chosen “yes,” why did he bet on 5 people and not 6? After all, in his view, the only one likely to choose “no” was himself; everyone else would definitely choose “yes.” Now that even he had chosen “yes,” it must be the same answer for all six.

“Like you betting 1 coin in the last question to reveal your identity,” Igula said hauntingly, “I didn’t want to bet 6 coins and expose my identity.”

Yes, Igula was actually gambling.

Although it was possible that everyone chose “yes,” as long as there was one “no,” the others would certainly think it was Igula’s answer.

Although betting on 6 would most likely earn a point, it would also reveal his choice of “yes,” something the Swindler could not allow himself to do—for he was certain that Ash would tease him about it every day before his soul fell into the sixth layer of Hell.

So, Igula preferred to take a gamble, and luckily he won, otherwise Ash would probably be asking Liss to buy him a nice outfit at this very moment.

‘Liss’ sighed—she and her sisters had calculated all possibilities, yet they still got played by these men.

Initially intending to get one wrong on purpose, she ended up being correct; intending to cunningly earn favor, yet she couldn’t outdo another man.

Men really are complicated creatures.

“So, Mr. Bokin.”

‘Liss’ turned her head to glance at the mirror, looking sideways at Igula: “You chose to communicate with me privately instead of exposing my true identity publicly, which means you want to use this secret to threaten me…”

“Tell me, what are your intentions towards a poor, lonely, wholly destitute little girl?”

“You are not wholly destitute.” Igula shook his head, “You still have one piece of merchandise.”

“Me?”

“Yes, you… and Ash.”

“This isn’t two items, Mr. Bokin? Your math skills seem a bit lacking.” Princess Diya in the mirror snarked.

…

Kingdom of Blood Moon, Kaimon University Hospital.

“Strange… really strange…”

After a cursory examination of Selena, Siflin looked puzzled, as if she had seen a ham sausage wearing a skirt.

“What’s wrong?” the nearby Gerard asked.

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“Selena has no limb nerves.”

“What?”

“If her limbs were lost in an accident, the nerve nodes in her body should still exist. It’s like the wires have been cut, but the wires themselves are still there; they just can’t be used. But with Selena…” Siflin’s hand gently brushed over the body of the doll-like girl: “She doesn’t have such wiring at all, as if she were born without it.”

“So… do I need to change doctors?”

“How could that be? Don’t underestimate modern biotechnological engineering. We can transplant human brains into steel dolls, install spines in buildings, and even enable virtual characters to have children. Such a small thing is nothing to us,” Siflin said. “However, this exceeds the scope covered by residential medical insurance; it requires out-of-pocket payment.”

“I am a Hunter Captain; I’ve saved quite a bit…”

Siflin quoted a number that made the white-haired hunter gape.

Gerard chewed over his words, “Given that we both come from one of the four major institutes, is there a discount?”

“Have you seen an axe spare the trees because its handle is made of wood?” Siflin shrugged. “I don’t set the prices. This is still prohibited biotechnology from the institutes; you know the price.”

“But cutting nearly 80 years of my salary is outrageous! Is this a robbery?”

“Switching to a doctor not from one of the major institutes would cost you at least 100 years,” Siflin stated calmly. “Robbery is never this quick. Besides, the institutes have a monopoly. If we don’t set high prices, how will we encourage high-level consumption? You think it’s expensive; I think it’s expensive, too.”

Gerard clicked his tongue and glanced at Selena in the wheelchair. The doll-like girl blinked and said softly, “I’m hungry, Uncle Gerard. Let’s go home.”

The white-haired hunter scratched his head and then sighed deeply, “Shall we proceed with hospital admission now?”

“Self-pay customers have a special channel,” Siflin drawled. “I can arrange a top-tier medical suite for you, free of charge.”

“How long will it take?”

“At least a month to conduct various vital sign observations and to customize an appropriate bio-enhancement plan,” Siflin said. “Apart from being expensive, the institute’s medical services have no shortcomings—and being expensive isn’t a shortcoming.”

“I don’t have time to come and take care of her,” Gerard glanced at the doll-like girl.

“Neither do I,” Siflin said frankly. “But the hospital has nursing staff.”

“Uncle Gerard!” Selena suddenly said. “I don’t want to stay in the hospital. Pink-Haired Sister said she would come and play with me tomorrow!”

“Oh, right.” Gerard had an idea. “She lives nearby; we could hire her to help take care of Selena regularly.”

Siflin grew curious. “Pink-Haired Sister? Who?”

“A student, Meiwa.”