System prompts echoed in his ear.
Stella's Loyalty had reached 100 points.
At this point, there could be no betrayal.
Fang Hao hadn't expected that the final three points would jump up during this instance.
But it was worthwhile, considering the support he had given her.
Stella had always done well.
The only issue was that her rank advancement was too slow.
For other races, this might be less of an issue, but for the Troll race, power was the standard by which authority was measured.
If Stella continued to be weak, it would definitely cause problems over time.
Stella lay prostrate on the ground.
Underneath the loose folds of fabric was the deformed shape of something huge.
Fang Hao's gaze shifted as he said, "Stella, get up!"
"Yes, my lord." Stella rose and sat back in her place.
"Try on the crown and see if it fits. If not, I'll take it back to the goldsmith for adjustments," Fang Hao continued.
