"The female Heroes were tortured... Something is seriously off about this," Ethan whispered, abruptly rising from his seat and pacing the room.
"Of course, it's not right," Veronica said, her face still a shade of pale.
The horrifying state of those female Heroes haunted her, especially given that she had recruited them.
Her voice dripped with fury, "I went to great lengths to find those female Heroes, and they ended up dead, and in such a horrifying manner at that. To me, even the brainless goblins in the forest aren't as cruel as those old bastards. I seriously wonder if they are Dark Lord impersonators or something."
"Hmm... Seems you're not all beauty and no brains," Ethan teased, a rare playful remark from him.
"What do you mean by that?" Veronica's gaze instinctively dropped to her chest.
She wore a loose-fitting blouse, deeply cut at the neckline.
The generous cleavage revealed was, in truth, more ample than most – a fact Veronica took pride in.
"So, should I take that as a compliment?" Veronica asked, a playful glint in her eyes as she looked at Ethan, the tension between them lightening.
"Take it as you will," Ethan replied, unwilling to get entangled in such a discussion.
"When you went to collect them and found them all dead, did you notice anything unusual?"
"Unusual? In what sense?" Being forced to recall the gruesome scene was painful.
Veronica massaged her forehead, a pained expression on her face. "When I arrived at Sean's villa and saw the state those female Heroes were in, my mind just went blank."
"Think harder," Ethan urged patiently.
He sat back down, his hand slipping beneath Veronica's blouse.
As she felt his touch, a familiar warmth spread through her.
Startled, she gasped, but this jolted her memory.
"Wait, I remember now! Those female Heroes were all naked, with marks from whips and daggers all over them, but they all had a bruise on their lower abdomen."
"No, it wasn't a bruise, it was more like an azure tattoo."
"A tattoo... What did it look like?" Ethan pressed.
Veronica tapped her forehead in frustration but couldn't recall.
She looked sheepishly at Ethan.
"This just got interesting," he murmured.
Ethan suddenly burst into laughter.
During this trip to Stone Rock Harbor, Ethan had merely intended to settle some scores with Sean, and if possible, gather some leads on the Elder Council of Blackstone.
It was highly likely that they held information regarding the divine realm. Given what he'd seen, the odds seemed in favor.
But just as Ethan was strategizing his next move, Veronica interrupted him, "Have you figured out what those azure tattoos mean?"
"No idea," Ethan replied with unabashed confidence.
Veronica was taken aback, "If you don't know, then why the laugh? Also, I'd advise you to steer clear of Sean for now. You might be biting off more than you can chew. In fact, you might even consider leaving Stone Rock Harbor altogether. I have this gut feeling that something bad's about to happen here."
Hearing Veronica's words, Ethan was genuinely surprised.
This woman wasn't just a pretty face; she could sense or at least speculate about the impending doom in Stone Rock Harbor.
Regardless of whether it was intuition or deduction, she undoubtedly had some skills.
"Here," Ethan began, pulling out about a dozen gold coins from his pocket, "Consider this payment for your intel."
Veronica hastily reached out, her voice tinged with disbelief, "Are these really for me?"
"You can choose to decline them if you want."
"I'll take them!" Veronica firmly responded.
After pocketing the gold coins, she wrapped her arms around Ethan's neck, pressing herself closely to him.
"For these gold coins, I'll gladly attend to any of your needs," she said with a playful smile, her hands gripping his back.
Ethan didn't resist her advances.
Squinting slightly, he inhaled the faint scent emanating from her, murmuring, "If I were you, I'd use those coins to leave Stone Rock Harbor right now. I don't know what those azure tattoos on the deceased female Heroes signify. But I can guess they're probably not a good sign, most likely indicating some wicked ritual."
"And with wicked rituals, it wouldn't just end with a few simple deaths," Ethan asserted.
Startled by Ethan's warning, Veronica was visibly rattled. "What should we do then?"
"Leave Stone Rock Harbor, head to the capital of Blackstone Kingdom."
"And what about you?" Veronica retorted.
Ethan chuckled, "I came for Sean. Until I see him, I'll remain in Stone Rock Harbor."
"Don't you know how dangerous Sean is right now?" Veronica couldn't help but question, her concern evident.
Perhaps it was the gold coins Ethan had given her, or maybe his advice to flee Stone Rock Harbor to evade the looming threat, but at that moment, she genuinely didn't want any harm to befall Ethan.
"Dangerous?" Ethan mused.
"There's danger in everything. It's all about whether the risk is worth taking or not."
He paused, taking on a more solemn tone, then chuckled, "Moreover, I believe I should reintroduce myself: I'm Ethan, the reigning king of Blackstone Hero Kingdom."
"It's you!" Veronica exclaimed in astonishment, standing up, a fervent gleam in her eyes.
"Indeed." Ethan nodded, "So, what you see as peril, to me, is just the futile thrashing of insignificant insects facing their end. I've said what I needed to say. Now, you may leave."
Veronica, however, seemed not to hear him.
She remained seated, seemingly lost in thought, yet the intensity in her eyes burned even brighter.
Before Ethan could react, Veronica lunged at him, pinning him beneath her, her delicate hand already making its move.
The clothes she wore were effortlessly discarded, falling gracefully to the ground.
Being so stimulated, Ethan couldn't bear it, he turned over and pressed Veronica under him, took off the clothes on his body, looked for the wet hole, and stabbed with his manhood.
Suddenly, the spear sank into the wet ground.
"Ahh..."
Veronica snorted in pain, biting her lips tightly.
"You can try to call out, maybe it will be more comfortable."
Ethan galloped hard, looking at the painful appearance of the beauty under him, he couldn't help feeling a little pity.
It's just that Veronica didn't appreciate it, and grabbed Ethan's back with both hands, the breast on his chest leaped back and forth, and squeezed out a few words with clenched teeth: "No!"
"Then I'll see how long you can bear it."
Saying that, Ethan accelerated the speed of the collision again.
clap clap...
The sound of impact kept ringing in the room, and Veronica finally couldn't bear it anymore, and started to yell loudly, pleading: "Slow down, I'm about to die..."
Ethan ignored Veronica's pleading and became more rude instead.
He stroked Veronica's pair of snow-white and delicate nephrite jade with both hands, and kneaded them vigorously, making the nephrite constantly change its shape in his hands, and lightly touched the pink buds on the nephrite with his thumb.
Under double stimulation, Veronica shouted louder.
Ethan launched a sprint as well, and the dragon bobbed back and forth across the dank lair.
"ah--"
With a high-pitched cry, Veronica blew out.
Ethan also felt a sense of pleasure, and continued to probe the dragon into the depths of the lair, spraying out the essence.
"How is it, comfortable?"
Ethan asked Veronica deliberately.
Veronica rolled her eyes and moved slowly, allowing Ethan's dragon to emerge from its lair.
Seeing the greasy liquid still remaining on the dragon, Veronica sat up, then lay down on the bed, looked at Ethan with a smile on the corner of her mouth: "Dear Blackstone King, can you give your female slave a chance to serve you?"
"Then what are you waiting for?"
Ethan laughed, understanding Veronica's intentions.
He held Veronica's head, and the dragon plunged directly into Veronica's moist little mouth.
This was a very different feeling from the warm nest, especially since Veronica's little tongue was still licking the dragon, it was so tender and itchy that it was difficult for Ethan to control it.
"call..."
Feeling the pleasure of coming again, Ethan suddenly let out a breath.
Veronica seemed to feel it too, but Ethan held her head down, so that all the ejected essence poured into her throat, causing Veronica to cough violently.
"Ahem...your little slave girl almost died..."
Veronica looked up, but there was no dissatisfaction in her eyes, but even more excitement.
Especially the whiteness hanging from the corners of the mouth, the charm in the eyes, and the flushing color on the face when he was aroused, it made people want to press Veronica under him and ravage her.
Ethan was naturally unable to hold back again.
In the room, Veronica's painful groan and physical pounding sounded again.
Two hours later, Veronica was paralyzed on the bed like a puddle of mud, with only a slight glint in her eyes.
Seeing that Ethan had already put on his clothes, magic was surging on his body, and when he was about to go to Sean's villa to check, Veronica raised her strength out of concern, and warned, "Be careful."
"Don't worry, I can't bear you."
Ethan put clothes on Veronica and kissed Veronica lightly on the cheek.
Then, magical power surged, and Ethan's figure disappeared into the room.
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