It's All Roland's Fault

Hearing the words of the Goddess of Magic, all the players looked at Roland with enmity.

Green with envy.

You already have a beautiful queen for ***k's sake, your secretary works for you during the day, you work with your secretary at night, and then you have an ambiguous relationship with the Life Goddess, and now the Goddess of Magic is actually publicly offering to invite you to go shopping.

This is a real goddess.

Not the kind of goddess in the eyes of a simp.

"Can't bear to watch anymore."

"I'm going to drink some soda and flush the citric acid out of my stomach."

"I feel a dimensional reduction attack."

"I'm fine. I still have a succubus at home. I'll go back to her for comfort."

"Don't go down the nice boat." O'Neal smiled grimly, giving Roland a look.