Ding—
"Pickpocket failed!"
"Pickpocket failed!"
Empress of the Moon frowned. "Are you even capable of this, Vice Guild Master of Godslayer?"
Slaughter Spree sneered. "Quit messing around and just gut him already!"
Madman fumbled furiously through the Purple-Gold Dragon Rider's armor, but his luck had clearly run dry. Attempt after attempt failed, while the rest of the team waited, dying repeatedly to the Dragon Curse spells—only to revive again and again thanks to the blood law effect.
His face flushed a deep red as he snapped back, "For god's sake! You rich bastards only know how to fight! Do you have any idea how expensive it is to run a damn household?!"
Another failed pickpocket.
Finally, Madman gave up, waving his hand in frustration. The others pounced on the Purple-Gold Dragon Rider, swarming him like piranhas. Die, revive, swarm, repeat—it was a one-sided slaughter.
