The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

The priestess took the ring, put on her mask, and started dancing.

Halfway through, she suddenly threw it into the crater!

She turned, ready to explain herself when she saw that Frank remained unaffected.

That left her perplexed. "Aren't you worried that I'd take that ring for myself?"

Frank chuckled. "I gave it to you, so I'm ready to lose it. It's not that important anyway!"

The priestess smiled at Frank's unexpected generosity—she had certainly chosen wisely!

Even as the thought crossed her mind, it happened the ring shot out of the crater. But now, it was blindingly radiant and covered in runes that Frank did not recognize.

Still, he could tell that it was useful for him and so asked, "How did you know this would work?"

when I smelled the evil presence, and it felt familiar. I'm sure that it shares the same origins as the meteorite in that crater, so I tested it—I just didn't think it

Frank nodded. "Thanks!"

smiled, shaking her head. "You're welcome. By the way, how should I address

your service. What

call me Drunken

homestay cottage, Jada was murmuring in confusion, "Drunken Moon? What a strange

missed something, Mr. Frankton. While the spiritron vein and that meteorite shared the same energy source... It feels smarter, to put it

as well sets it apart from the meteorite. And I remember you saying that you had quite a strong reading, and

there's

"I'm just speculating. I wouldn't know if I'm

at Moxxi for once. "We know that there are plenty of spiritron veins across the world. If

Turin agrees with me once. How

too much credit. I'm only siding with the

smiled but