Lu Huayu had actually sensed that something was wrong.
After all, his boss had already become immersed in the exquisite, three-dimensional promotional brochures sent over by the auction houses in several cities of the Border Kingdoms... Who knew whether he was looking at those expensive luxuries, or at the beautiful young women wearing them? According to the brochure, these "display stands" would also be gifted along with the items to their generous and lavish owners.
Standing in the corner of the cabin, Lu Huayu glanced at the Quesenta female mages, whose expressions had become extremely unpleasant... Their boss had always been good at winning women over. After all, if all he wanted was to throw money at people, he would not have needed to come into a game to seek spiritual thrills... But once he found a new target, whether the old one had been the moon or stars he held in his palm, they would eventually become meteors and crash straight into the earth's core.
But these ladies probably had never received such lofty treatment. Well, before coming aboard Doomsday's magnificent magic ship, where every corner screamed "wealth," they had stayed on the Demon Cult's vessel. Because its own people frequently fought each other, everything aboard had been built with durability as the first priority. Though it had cost a fortune, it could only be described as plain.
And the people they had encountered were that dog and his lackeys.
From top to bottom, everyone in the Demon Cult family, male or female, had sharp tongues... Their current stability was entirely thanks to Old Dog always being first, with no one able to surpass him.
But sometimes, when the surprise was too great, the trouble was just as great!
When the Quesenta girls realized that the Elven prince who