"You like gold, don't you? Any Casino owner loves gold."
And just by the mention, the Advertiser's eyes lit up. It was like the purple man had grown a set of dog ears and a wagging tail. He then cleared his throat, coughing as loud as he could before his posture went rigid again.
"H-how many gold coins do you wish to offer for a deal?"
Bingo.
Elian grinned widely. He then shrugged, acting all innocent to mask his intention. "I mean, you need more followers, don't you? A forgotten low tier Constellation trying to gain more influence. I'm pretty sure most followers died during the cosmic Game."
[That you started.]
Suckerbot, no one could pass an offer of 50,000 coins just to click a damn option. Not the point.
Before he got a Class update, he had prayed to many many Constellations, even the forgotten ones.
