A Real Gold!

'An important character from the novel?'

The moment the thought entered Artis' head, a thousand possibilities slammed into his brain like a brothel door during peak hours.

This world followed a very simple, very perverted rule: If someone was outrageously hot and looked way too polished for their surroundings, they were important.

She was too put-together to be some random peasant NPC. No way.

Her dress may have been plain, her apron streaked with dirt, but her face? Too perfect. Her curves? Just right. The kind of proportions that only a lazy author who was into MILFs would design.

'She's gotta be part of the Ginseng Arc, right?'

He scratched his chin, analyzing her like a merchant inspecting high-quality silk. If she was a florist—flourist? flower lady?—and this was around the time of the Ginseng Arc, then...

'Oh-ho-ho. This might be the chick who finds the goddamn thing.'