My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank

Chapter 1607: 540. Weaver of Destiny: When I type “?” it doesn’t mean I have a question, it’s just…

“Are you Lady Veylanther? Don’t worry, the Goat Man marauders around here have all been taken care of. We are mercenaries from Transylvania, summoned by your servants to find and rescue you.”

In the shadowy tunnels of Baphomet’s Palace, the Fire Demon Sanctus—renowned for his charm among the Eight Elites and having chosen Celyon bloodline—approached the destitute Weaver of Destiny before him, who appeared as helpless as a chicken without its wings, and tried his best to adopt the friendliest demeanor:

“You’re safe now, my lady! We’ll get you out of here. Can you still walk?”

His voice, processed by the Calculating Pearl, translated into elvish, prompting Lady Veylanther, deeply immersed in her “role-playing” state, to timidly nod.

The Weaver of Destiny stretched out her six arms, allowing six sturdy men to help her up. This movement made her tattered ceremonial robe comically loose, exposing her perfectly flat stomach, akin to an exquisite artwork, adorned with sultry runes around her navel using small decorative trinkets.

Classic unintended exposure.