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GAME UPDATES [Posted a few seconds ago]
Dear Players,
We are pleased to announce that after a year and a month of launching 'Charming Beauties', we are happy to present a NEW update in terms of each player's gameplay!
We took into accord each of our players' suggestions in the forums and made updates in regards to understanding ALL of the possessions that the player holds. This includes the player's learned skills, equipment, wives, as well as currency.
This is done by saying 'Inspect' and touching the said item or wife that you choose to inspect. It works exactly as you do when casting a duel. Similarly, to check the specifics of the skills or spells that you have, you must cast them first and then say 'inspect'.
There is a five-minute cooldown for each 'inspect', and each 'inspect' can only work on one thing per usage.
Please make use of 'inspect' to the best of your abilities.
Farewell, and immerse yourself in the world of 'Charming Beauties', your perfect paradise!
Comments:
[☑️] IndomitableKing: What a garbage update...the hell is up with the restrictions? Shouldn't this 'inspect' be a mainstream mechanic by now? There's no need for such realistic aspects when this game is supposed to be a man's 'perfect paradise'.
PeblianWaldo: here I taught it wld be [redacted] update...
SololanerBran replied to PeblianWaldo: Dude wtf...go back to Reddot. You need terapy.
[☑️] Freight@23 replied to IndomitableKing: That's a skill issue on your part brother...this game is always on-spot with realism aspects. I'm def not complaining about this freebie their giving away. It happens almost NEVER.
[☑️] IndomitableKing replied to Freight@23: LOL, sure it is. They shouldn't have put up such adverticements then if that's the case!
DragonkinCain: What a neat update...guess I'll remember the rarities of the drops I get in mobs then, haha.
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I look through the update with surprise...finding the update very helpful. It seems like I'll be able to get my money's worth from that spectral cloak I got from Wraith's Bequeath.
But furthermore...I can also inspect animate objects. Does that mean that I also inspect Druvis? How will that even work--
Oh my goodness, now's not the time to be yapping and thinking and instead to drive right into the game and then try it out for myself!
...but it's still early in the morning. I have to make use of this early time advantage to cook up some omelets for my mother. It'll be a good way to show my appreciation and apologies.
So then, I go to the kitchen and grab the materials in the cabinets and fridge for a well-made omelet breakfast. To prepare beforehand, I heat the frying pan on the stove over medium-low heat with some cooking oil.
Before it heats up enough to start cooking, I decide to crack the eggs into a bowl with a pinch of salt and pepper, whisking it until it's well combined. This helps me prepare for the next step.
I pour them into the pan after it heats up, swirling them around to create an even layer. I let the eggs cook without any disturbance for a whole minute or so until I start to see the edges being set.
I don't have any filling to fill the omelet...so I might as well make it plain and simple.
After doing so, I gently fold the other half of the omelet, imitating a half-moon shape. Thus, for a whole minute of waiting for the eggs to fully set and gain moisture, this was my time to--
"Rodrick?" A voice calls out from the other side of my room...where my mother was staying at. I blinked at her, seeing that she was already awake.
Wait, what am I dazing for?! I have to check the eggs!
"Ah, ma- You're- Wait, let me check..." I say, looking at the eggs in the pan...that have already looked rubbery and less tender!
No! I overcooked the omelet!
Dread overcomes my body as I quickly slide the omelet onto the plate with a frustrated look on my face.
I look behind me to see my mother laughing at the plate I'm holding in my hands. A flush on my cheeks was visibly shown, and I could swear that my mother was definitely teasing me on purpose.
"How nice, it looks enticingly...rubbery," She laughs, not able to contain her laughter...even having the audacity to do so in a boisterous and annoying manner! Damn! This is a new kind of child abuse!
"I tried...I wanted to prepare it for you in the morning," I sighed, pouting softly as I turned off the stove. "I can always make another if you want," I comment, letting down the plate on the table.
"I'll eat this one instead and you--" I try to make up for my mistake, but my mother only shakes her head calmly and grabs the plate on the table. She grabs a spoon and fork on the counter and winks at me.
"No, I think I'll get the one my son prepared for me," She snickers, and I only sigh in both relief and disappointment. "I'll make up for it when I make dinner tonight," I answer back snarkily, as I grab a piece of bread and eat it.
My mother squints her eyes but hesitantly agrees, nodding.
With small but sure bites on her omelet, she smiles at me warmly and agrees with what I've said. "Sure, let's see if you can cook better at night," She challenges, which...bothers me.
It bothers me a little.
Why would she suddenly do something like this? She doesn't usually allow me to cook for her when she believes that it's her 'job' and 'responsibility'.
"Ma-" I try to ask, but she puts her palm out and closes her eyes.
"Are you backing out now?" She asks, and I immediately shake my head. Goodness no. I wouldn't want to back out on a free offer to treat my mother right.
I click my tongue and shake my head to answer her question. "Of course not," I say silently, smiling while I take my bread.
"Good." She responds, eating her omelet as if it's the best thing she's ever eaten in the world...which I know is not entirely true. But she makes it seem like it is. "Make sure that it's better than what I'm eating now," She playfully comments, as we both eat our breakfast together.
I nod again, chuckling as I look at the scenery in the windows.
"And for the record, eat more when you're going to prepare lunch for yourself. You've missed eating your lunch for the past two days," She adds, making me feel stunned.
Damn...and here I thought my mother couldn't be more observant!