Ashen Dragon

Charlotte took off the pendant on her ear and said annoyedly, "Okay, come out now, he has fallen for it."

Immediately, the Magic Coin players revealed themselves, darting out from the lush bushes, walking out from behind luxurious curtains, and jumping down from crystal chandeliers.

Vice President Mingyue clapped his hands, suppressing a laugh, and said, "Impressive, leader, to capture the Earl of Thrace Kingdom so easily."

Charlotte just glanced at him, not giving him much of a good expression. "Alright, hurry up and search him, get the key and run. I don't want to stay in this dump any longer."

Mage of Love picked up the Shapeshifter Robe and curiously asked, "Doesn't our guild have the Witch, a real beauty? Why do we still need you to personally step in, leader... Could it be you have some special kink?"

Charlotte said irritably, "Get lost, does the Witch look like someone who would use a seduction spell? She'd probably kill someone with a Lightning Bolt before even hooking a fish."

"Hehe, why would the leader let me do such things?"

Standing nearby, the Sky Flying Witch shrugged her shoulders and stuck out her tongue playfully with a smile.

Charlotte pointed at the Earl lying on the bed, speaking forcefully, "Besides... only a man knows what a man truly wants!"

Mage of Love was speechless, simply marveling at the leader's whimsical ideas.

Just then, Europe King came forward, grinning cheekily, hugging Charlotte's thigh and pleading, "Leader, please let the brothers see you in female attire again!"

"You too, get lost!"

Charlotte kicked him away, purposely infusing the kick with a Force Field Wave.

"Clang!"

Europe King was kicked several meters away, harshly crashing into a distant wardrobe.

Mingyue's expression changed slightly as he hurriedly reached out to stop them, "Stop it, the noise is too loud, our soundproofing spells might not hold up!"

"Oh my goodness..."

Europe King climbed out from the smashed wardrobe, rubbing his caved-in chest, and spurted out a mouthful of blood. "Damn... Leader, you're seriously hardcore, you almost killed me!"

Charlotte expressed her pain and said sternly, "As the leader, I've sacrificed so much for you, and yet you still slander me like this!"

The Sky Flying Witch also struggled to suppress her laughter, mediating, "Alright, let's quickly pack up the valuables and information, it'll be bad if we take too long."

"Indeed, let's not waste time on that scoundrel, Europe King."

"Big harvest!"

"Holy moly, is the Earl of Thrace this rich? He even has Exotic Level jewelry!"

The players of Magic Coin rapidly opened their Dimensional Bags, sweeping the bedroom of valuable items like autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves.

Whether it was gold, jewels, or expensive furniture, nothing could escape their greedy claws—the joy of looting was something only players could deeply appreciate.

The mischievous Europe King was assigned a challenging task—to search Count Donald Foster, finding the key to the secret basement chamber.

"Lea, Lea..."

The Earl, still in deep sleep, kept calling out excitedly, his body breaking out in sweat, his clothing already somewhat soaked.

Europe King, with a mournful face and pinching his nose, searched through clothing reeking of alcohol, sweat, and another indescribably pungent odor.

He gritted his teeth and muttered under his breath, "Personal vendetta, this is definitely a personal vendetta!"

...

"My lord—"

A girl's moan echoed from the bedroom, but there was no sizzling scene inside—because it was a recording left by players of Magic Coin.

In the garden outside, the gardeners couldn't help but exclaim, "Tsk tsk, they're really going at it intensely, worthy of Master Donald."

At the door, a guard quietly asked, "Should we go in and check?"

"Smack!"

The Guard Captain aggressively knocked the guard's head, gritting his teeth and scolding, "Mark, do you have a death wish? Master Donald said no matter what sounds come from inside, we're not allowed in!

Even if someone dies, we must just stand here and wait for the master to come out!"

The guard rubbed his slightly pained back head, quickly nodding and replying, "Yes, yes, Captain, I'll just stand guard here, and surely won't mess up Master Donald's good time!"

"Good that you know, be careful next time."

The guards "dutifully" stayed at the door, imagining wildly as they listened to the intense noises from the bedroom.

However, they were unaware that opening the door would not reveal the expected romantic scene, but instead, they would see the naked Earl suspended from the ceiling.

Such a scene was simply unbearable to witness, under the dragging of that bare flesh, even the sturdy hemp rope seemed overburdened.

On Count Donald's stout back, there was a line of clear large characters—Visited by Mage Master.