After seeing such generous rewards, no one dared object to the suggestion of the paladin.
"Thank you for entrusting this mission to us, my lord. I promise we won’t let you down," the paladin declared, striking his closed fist against the breastplate of his armor.
"Good, I’ll be waiting." Ethan’s lips curved into a satisfied smile.
He and Ophelia had already discussed the players several tis.
He knew that, sooner or later, he would have to find a way to integrate them into society. And, honestly, they were an absurdly cheap source of labor.
To hire a rcenary group of twenty third-stage specialists capable of hunting a beast of the sa level, he would normally have to shell out at least a thousand gold coins for a truly competent and reliable group.
The amount he’d offered the players was only a fraction of that, so it was natural that he was excited.
Lower-level players would likely be even cheaper.
If he could turn Goldenveil into a place where players could respawn freely, things would get even better, guaranteeing a practically unlimited supply of cheap labor.
Scratching his chin thoughtfully, Ethan couldn’t help but let out a low chuckle. It was at that very mont that his gaze happened to et that of one of the twenty female players.
She was a woman of stunning beauty, the kind that rivaled even Alice herself.
Her breasts might not have matched the golden haired beauty in size, but every other curve of her body more than made up for the difference.
Her waist was so slim one could easily wrap their hands around it, flaring outward into wide, generous hips and a voluptuous ass that pressed against the fabric of her tight black pants, forming a breathtaking hourglass silhouette.
Long, jet-black hair cascaded loosely down her back, framing her delicate features and creating a srizing contrast with her pale, snow-white skin, smooth and flawless as a porcelain doll’s.
Ethan’s eyes narrowed as he noticed her cheeks flush imdiately, the woman looking away as if she’d been caught red-handed.
"What’s your na?" he asked, searching his mory to place where he’d seen that face before.
After a few monts of thought, he finally rembered Erick, the one who, along with Urick, had tried to besiege Goldenveil.
This woman had been by his side that day.
"S-Snowbreath," she replied, her voice faltering for a split second. The slight stutter sent a ripple of confusion through her companions.
No one there had ever witnessed her voice waver before. They were all used to that cold, distant tone that was practically her trademark.
Whenever she went live, whether farming mobs or fighting bosses, viewers even called her the Ice Princess.
The other girls in the group were the first to catch on to what was happening, exchanging knowing glances with one another, discreet smiles tugging at the corners of their lips.
So, their icy princess had fallen for a ga NPC, huh?
The three of them admitted that Ethan was hot as fuck, but at the end of the day, he was still just an NPC in a ga.
"Hmm..." Ethan scratched his chin, then took a step forward and held her hand firmly, an idea forming in his mind.
He was always in need of more premium gacha tickets, so why pass up the chance?
"It’s a beautiful na, Lady Snowbreath," he declared with a soft smile playing on his lips, admiring the bashful expression she tried in vain to hide.
Leaning in slightly, he placed a gentle kiss on the back of her delicate hand.
The velvety softness of her skin pressed against his lips, cool and smooth, carrying a faint sweet scent that made him want to linger a heartbeat longer.
Snowbreath shuddered from head to toe, a tingling jolt racing up her arm and through her entire body. She pulled her hand back almost as if she’d been electrocuted, her heart hamring wildly in her chest while her cheeks burned a fiery red.
Fortunately, he didn’t seem to rember anything from the day of the siege. But... did he really need to do sothing like that in front of everyone?
"Thank you, L-Lord Ethan. I’ll do my best to fulfill this mission alongside my group," she replied, struggling to rein in her emotions and maintain her composure.
"If you ever feel like coming over to my residence for a glass of wine, please feel free."
Just as he spoke those words, Ethan received a system notification.
[You have received a new Quest: Outworldly Pussy Tar]
[Quest: Outworldly Pussy Tar
Description: You have encountered Seo-Ah, a beauty who is, in reality, a player from another world. Ta this Outworldly Plump Virgin Pussy and make her your wife or concubine!
Rewards: 20x Premium Gacha Tickets, 100 Common Gacha Tickets, 300% XP.]
Ethan’s face lit up with satisfaction as he read the notification floating before his eyes.
Honestly, he was already too deep into the system to complain about sothing like this.
Taming an incomparable beauty and getting paid for it was sothing no man would turn down, not even if his life depended on it.
’Thanks, friend, you’re a friend...’ Ethan thought, addressing the system.
[You’re a friend too, friend. . .]
Naturally, the banter between the two didn’t last long. Soon after, Ethan turned his attention back to the players.
"You can rest at the tavern if you’d like. There are more quests available there, and if you think you can complete them, it’s a pleasure to have you here in Goldenveil."
The players didn’t hesitate to thank him with bows before hurrying off, practically running toward the tavern.
Ethan just sighed as he watched the group’s hasty departure.
His eyes instinctively dropped to Snowbreath’s ass, the supple curves barely contained by her tight black pants, each step sending those plump cheeks bouncing hypnotically.
"They’re quite interesting fellows," Aerick remarked beside Ethan, who nodded silently.
Interesting fellows was, in fact, a good way to describe them.
"Aren’t you anxious?" Ethan asked, turning to him. "Tomorrow, you’ll be the lord of a city again, and on top of that, one destined to be among the richest in all of Goldenveil.
I’m just waiting for Elena to finish the basic blueprint so I can begin the process of establishing the city."
Aerick hesitated for a long mont, his gaze lost sowhere in the distance.
He liked being a Lord. He liked being the leader of Windre. But honestly, he had also grown fond of being vice-captain of the guard.
"I’d be lying if I denied that I’m anxious, my lord," Aerick finally replied, looking up. "But I’ve grown a bit attached to the lads of the Goldenveil guard. It won’t be easy to part with them."
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