Chapter 1167: Chapter 111: Her Acting Dumb Is Very Professional

“I can’t go on! Really can’t go on!”

Uesugi Risa staggered and grabbed the lamp post, threw the bundle on her back to the ground, and collapsed into a sitting position.

The mechanical maid walked to her side, looking at the little witch’s pitiful state, couldn’t help but sigh, even the metal face showed a human-like helplessness.

Is this still a person?

By ordinary standards, Uesugi Risa was certainly excellent enough, but if evaluated by the standards of a Dragon Maiden… even by the average standards of a Reserve Dragon Girl, she could only be described by a popular phrase from the Internet age.

—Poet’s grasp.

This phrase means, if she were remotely human, I’d go eat dirt.

“Two more streets, hang in there.”

“Tushan Teacher, I really can’t run anymore.”

Uesugi Risa’s face was full of grievance: “I haven’t eaten much for the past two days, now I’m dizzy, and my heart is pounding.”

“Why don’t you eat?”

“Isn’t it because I’m dieting…”

“Why diet! You’re not getting married, who are you getting skinny like lightning for?”

“But girls should pay attention to their appearance.”

Feeling the murderous intent from the mechanical maid’s cybernetic eye, Uesugi Risa’s face was full of grievances.

“Tushan Teacher, I really am trying my best.”

Beside her, the scattered bundle revealed three weapons and three notebooks.

To be fair, the little witch has been running around tirelessly for over a month, truly can’t say she hasn’t been trying.

But given the absolute advantage in information and power on her side, completing only one-third of the tasks so far was a result hard for Tushan to accept.

How can there be such a huge gap between people?

“Wake up! Don’t fall asleep! Listen to me, do you remember why we’re collecting these things?”

Uesugi Risa’s eyes were half pure, half confused, like a child who had just escaped from kindergarten.

The rich natural collagen on her little face showed no trace of the marks time and wisdom leave behind.

Tushan sighed upward towards the sky.

How many sins did I commit in my past life… Well, indeed, quite a bit, now karma has come.

“I’ll tell you one more time, listen carefully.”

Actually, it’s been countless times.

The story versions were simplified over and over, gradually reduced to a level even a pupil could understand.

“The three Divine Artifacts of Fusang symbolize the fortune of Fusang Country. Your Divine Master Black Dragon Princess, after defeating Orochi, split these three artifacts into nine pieces, handing them to different people, all to slowly grind down Fusang’s fortune and blend it into the qi of Ming Country through worldly influences.”

“Now someone wants to steal your Divine Master’s divine position using a reverse magic ritual. He secretly spreads these notebooks, manipulating the users to collect the scattered Divine Artifacts.”

“As long as these nine artifacts are collected and reformed into the original three Divine Artifacts, it’s equivalent to him mastering Fusang’s fortune while impersonating the deed of your Divine Master slaying Orochi, and thereby, in the name of the Master of Ten Thousand Transformations, replacing the Master of Ten Thousand Changes…”

If I could understand, then that would be weird.

Uesugi Risa was also helpless, such complex matters are simply beyond understanding, explaining further won’t help.

Through Tushan’s repeated explanations these past days, she understood the general idea.

Daji is Daji, Tamamo Mae is Tamamo Mae.

Clearly two unrelated foxes, yet because they both seduced monarchs and brought calamity to the country, they’re considered the same fox by later generations, with imaginations running wild about Daji fleeing overseas after Shang’s fall and reinventing herself as Tamamo Mae.

In short, it’s a matter of perception. People, within their scope of understanding, are prone to simplify uncomprehended things into something within their comprehension.

Like in the past, when people were uneducated, calling a match a ‘self-lighting fire’, calling watching movies ‘pulling out Western slides’.

Most people of Ming have no idea what kind of deity the Master of Ten Thousand Transformations is, or what he looks like. That’s where the space for impersonation and deception came in.

I understand the reasoning, you don’t have to explain the specific operational principles to me!

You’re talking about meaning, mission, life ideals, indeed, they all sound great.

But if I can’t do it, then I can’t do it, I’m very aware of my uselessness, and my Divine Master knows it too.

“Roast Duck.”

Eh?

The little witch suddenly raised her head: “What?”

The mechanical maid said coldly: “I said, after we finish today’s task, I’ll treat you to roast duck. You haven’t had Capital’s steamed roast duck yet, have you? Last time we heard those old scholars chatting in the teahouse, they talked about it like it’s heavenly delicacy…”

“But I’m dieting!”

“If you want to diet, exercise more, don’t laze around in bed all day doing nothing. Now I’ve found something for you to do, and you won’t do it.”

“I am doing it!”

“Stop saying useless things, are you eating or not?”

The little witch with tearful eyes: “What do you think I am? Am I shameless?”

“Originally intended to treat you three times, now it’s only two times left.”

“No!”

The little witch grabbed the bundle and ran.

After a few steps, she heard a commotion behind her, turned to see the mechanical maid banging her forehead against the lamp post.

“Tushan Teacher, you…”

“Don’t mind me, just go!”

“Okay!”

…

“Sister-in-law seems a bit…”

Han Bin actually wanted to say, your wife seems a bit ready to die, but out of brotherly affection, he didn’t express it so bluntly.