I will have some clothing prepared for you.

Fongghao continued.

Domin nodded, appreciating the beautiful attire worn by the maids.

She held a certain fondness for it.

And now that Fong Hao expressed his intention to gift her such garments, she was naturally inclined to accept, accompanied by Domina, they returned to the lord's hall where maid promptly presented them with fruit wine.

Fongghao instructed the maid, "Prepare two outfits for her.

" Yes, master, replied the maid, casting a quick glance at Domina before hastily departing.

Recently, the territory had grown increasingly peculiar.

Just the day before, a woman appeared whose head was perpetually shrouded in clouds.

And today, another entity resembling a spider had arrived.

As the maid exited, Fongo resumed the conversation.

How are the mines fairing? Are the goblins still behaving themselves? Domina, cradling the fruit wine, noticed the two appendages behind her, gently tapping against the coarse ceramic cup.

She marveled at how this vessel was crafted and how it could hold water.

"Ah, those goblins were rather unruly.

But after I fed a few troublemakers to the mother queen spider, they have become much more compliant," Domina casually remarked.

"Goodness, you directly fed the goblins to the spider.

" Fungho inquired further.

"What about their leader? Wasn't a slave contract signed with him?" He recalled having insisted that she secure a contract with the goblin chief.

We should have kept the others in check.

After signing the contract, that fellow's prestige dwindled significantly.

Now he merely acts as a supervisor, Domina replied softly.

This implied that the goblin chief, upon entering into the slave contract, had lost his standing and was no longer recognized as a leader among the goblins.

His current role resembled that of a contractor overseeing the goblins in their mining endeavors.

Is the mining operation stable now? Dominan nodded in affirmation.

Yes, my lord.

It has stabilized.

That's good to hear.

The mines near the weaver's camp were of utmost importance to Fongghao, as they contained a rare material known as mithril, which required consistent extraction.

If the efficiency of mining could not be ensured, he would contemplate employing labor skeletons for the task.

As their conversation unfolded, the maid returned, bringing several sets of garments, including maid outfits, casual linen attire, leather gear, and a single-handed sword.

The maid placed the clothing aside, casting a cautious glance at Domina before swiftly departing.

"Domina, why not try them on and see if they fit?" Funhow gestured toward the garments.

"Oh, of course, my lord," Domina responded, picking up a cream color linen tunic and beginning to dawn it.

Her body encased in chidinous armor rendered a changing room unnecessary.

The cream top fitted over her form, but the black appendages on her back protruded through the fabric.

Standing at 2 m tall, the tunic appeared somewhat short, resembling a crop top.

My lord, how am I supposed to wear this? Doina inquired, a hint of embarrassment evident in her voice as the waist and leather armor seemed to be in disarray.

The cumbersome burden weighed heavily upon him.

Fungho let out a sigh and rose to his feet.

Approaching the scene, he glanced at the linen shirt, now marred by several punctures, and shook his head in exasperation.

Such a fine garment, now riddled with holes.

Was this not a wasteful act? He took all the clothes from the other s embrace, tucking the sword under his arm.

These garments were not meant for single use.

This set was for one occasion while the other was for another intended for changing and wearing a new Fong how explained.

As he spoke, he neatly placed the sworded clothing onto a nearby chair.

With a sudden turn, the iron sword tucked under his arm struck Domina, who was encased in her insecttoid armor, squarely on the backside with a resounding clap.

The sharp sound echoed as if it had connected with flesh.

In an instant, Fong Hao froze, raising his gaze to find Domina frowning back at him.

Wait, the loyalty of weaving fate Domina has increased by two points.

Current loyalty 80.

Huh? How did that increase by two points? Curious, Funghao glanced at Domina and then at the spot that had been struck.

He turned his body once more.

This time, applying greater force as the blade met Domina's rear again.

Crack.

An even sharper sound resonated, causing Dina to stiffen slightly, her black spider-like limbs tensing and trembling behind her.

The loyalty of weaving fate Domina has increased by two points.

Current loyalty 82.

Chapter 312.

An evening visit Fongo gazed in astonishment at Domina, who stood immobile, adorned in a slightly short top, seemingly awaiting something.

A silence enveloped them.

The correlation between a slap on the posterior and an increase in loyalty seemed rather tenuous.

Had he stumbled upon a bug that enhanced loyalty, this notion flickered momentarily in Fongo's mind, only to be swiftly dismissed.

If such an action could genuinely elevate loyalty, he would have observed it manifesting in those around him long ago.

As he beheld Domin's slight bow and the subtle arch of her backside, Fongghao, emboldened, deliver firm slap.

The resounding sound echoed, and his palm stung with a fiery sensation.

Her exoskeleton felt akin to striking resilient leather.

Remarkably tough.

Domina's loyalty has increased by two points.

Current loyalty level 84.

Indeed, it had risen once more.

Domina, do you enjoy this? Fong Hao inquired with curiosity.

Domina's cheeks flushed slightly.

It's quite pleasant, my lord.

Ah.

It appeared that Domina harbored some peculiar affections for her human form.

Just as Fong How contemplated elevating Domina's loyalty to a perfect score of 100, an urgent patter of footsteps echoed from outside.

With a swoosh, two figures, one tall, one short, burst through the door, skidding to a halt in the center of the hall.

Fong Ha, Hammy the shepherd's flute.

We are heading to the river.

and Jiao exclaimed with enthusiasm, followed closely by the blackfooted cat, Lu Lee, who nodded in agreement.

Before Fong Hao could respond, both their gazes fixated on Domina, their eyes fixated on the sharp appendages sprouting from her back.

Who is this? And Jia inquired.

Doina, the one you met last time, Fong Ho elucidated.

And who might that be? Before Fong Hao could articulate an answer, Domina introduced herself.

Miss and Jia, we encountered one another at the weaver's camp where you praised the beauty of my home.

Oh, it is you.

And Jia exclaimed, realization dawning, how have you transformed into this? Those features on your back are quite striking.

Thank you, Miss Anda.

And Jia then glanced at the peculiar posture of the two and curiously questioned, "What are you both doing?" Fong set aside his sword and replied, "Domina has just transitioned into her human form.

Please instruct her on how to dawn these garments.

" Very well, and Ja acquiesced, and alongside Lu Lee, they began assisting Domina in putting on her attire.

Before long, she was clothed, though openings were necessary for her appendages.

All right, it fits.

Now, quickly, hand me the shepherd's flute, and Gia extended her hand.

Were you two off to the river? Have you lost your senses? The hot springs are more than sufficient for your amusement.

Fong, how admonished, seriously.

Oh, it's merely the river to the north of our territory.

It's not deep.

Fongghao handed the shepherd's flute to her, still feeling uneasy as he cautioned, "Do take care and refrain from causing trouble, especially you, Lui.

Be mindful and try not to return each time covered in injuries.