🐙 Planet Aberat, Kingdom of Selya-Mira 🐙

The Knights never quite understood Saki's words about the weapon, and eventually concluded that it was just a clumsy slave's joke. "But the girl wasn't lying..." "What wonderful possibilities, brothers! We won't have to go to priestesses and captive aristocrats anymore. No violence!" "The future is with the dolls!" Unnoticed, the first five Knights called their friends, who called their friends, and so on. Soon, a hundred brave warriors gathered at Saki's place. They had a lot of fun until morning. So much fun that they didn't even notice Osgold Ron approaching them from behind. "Hey! What's going on here? How long will you keep forgetting?! Your victims are priestesses and those who support their regime! Not soulless dolls! Everyone to the penal guard!" "Oh no..." "Oh yeah! Oops..." "Well... it all started so well..." Under the kicks of the commander-in-chief, the Knights disperse, leaving the blade lying on the wet rags in an even more extravagant state than last time with the cart. "The council is in an hour," Saki said to Osgold Ron with obvious mockery, and also left. At least now it became clear that a weapon could indeed be a slave. **Meanwhile, at the SLAVE-LABOR:** The result of the d20 roll: 4 A trio of fanatical followers of Renardo Vollens arrive to buy tickets to Quor'on. "Oh, it's you, sister... tell me, HOW could you disappoint the master so much? Is our faith so complex and incomprehensible?"