When Qin Feng reached the latitude and longitude intersection, he was at a loss. The Eighty Electronic Book—goodness! This was a blend of desert and steppes, with endless yellow sands and stones severely eroded by time. "Did we make a mistake?" he murmured, surveying the surroundings. "Hiding the treasure here is certainly safe, but both during the concealment and during the retrieval, it would be quite troublesome." Moreover, the headquarters of the Blood Shadow Killers had always been situated deep in Europe—could they possibly have chosen a location at the intersection of Europe and Asia? Regardless, since they had come, they might as well investigate. He summoned his flying sword and ascended several hundred meters into the air, holding a compact metal magnetometer in both hands—what a harmonious blend of ancient and modern! The display screen immediately showed fluctuations in the magnetic field, indicating different materials beneath the surface, and he grew excited—indeed, the treasure was right here. Yet, he soon lost his enthusiasm. Since such magnetic fluctuations are commonplace, there must be stones buried beneath the surface containing some metallic substance. Every time he encounters a fluctuation, he makes a mark, and within a radius of several dozen square kilometers, he has accumulated nearly thirty such marks. He had assumed modern technology would be far more reliable, yet it turns out to be equally unreliable. As for whether the stones are mineral deposits or genuine treasure vaults, he will need to carefully argue and verify that. Starting with the most recent site, he commands his flying sword to penetrate the surface, then analyzes the debris to determine that the material beneath is entirely stone. Proceeding to the next location, he continues this diligent search for several hours, until his spiritual energy is nearly depleted. With growing disappointment, he departs, returns to rest, and plans to resume the search the following day. As he approached the city center, he retracted his flying sword and retrieved a military-grade Hummer from a small tripod—borrowed from Yuri's garage. Even without a license, the vehicle's imposing size and striking appearance would surely command the attention of traffic officers. Indeed, throughout the journey, neither traffic nor patrol officers dared to stop him; they all assumed it must be the official vehicle of some chief's son. Soon, he arrived at the city's most luxurious hotel. As soon as he parked, a service attendant in an Arab-style robe rushed over, warmly asking, "Is that Mr. Qin?" "Yes, that's me," Qin Feng nodded, thinking it must have been arranged by the lovely young woman, Yashiket. While praising her repeatedly, another attendant from a nearby area approached a guest and asked, "Is that Mr. Qin?" For heaven's sake—she had clearly used the most straightforward method: simply asking every person if they were Mr. Qin. He had even assumed she had described his appearance to the attendants. This is truly the way of a true wealthy patron. He didn't know that the hotel was owned by the local tribal chieftain, and that Gossens had been negotiating business with this chieftain, who had treated him as a guest of honor. As a result, the only daughter of the honored guest had issued her instructions, and the entire hotel staff had been put into motion. The server smiled and said, "Mr. Qin, please. Mr. and Miss Kate have been waiting for you for a long time. We've prepared a delicious roasted camel!" Qin, the young gentleman, shrugged. He had heard of roasted camel before, but had never actually tasted it. As they walked toward the main hall, someone had already informed Miss Yasho. Wearing a traditional Arab outfit made of silk, which flowed gracefully, Miss Yasho had her golden hair coiled up, a red dot placed at her brow, adding a touch of charm. Her high nose bridge framed a bright, red mouth. Her flowing skirt perfectly accentuated her graceful figure, and she was barefoot, her snow-white legs elegantly emerging from the hem as she sprinted down the second-floor stairs, irresistibly alluring. With her European features dressed in local traditional attire, she carried a distinct charm. "Qiong! You've returned!" Apis, like a lively bird, leapt up right when there were still three steps left. Though the jump wouldn't injure her feet, it certainly made one feel a bit uncomfortable. Qin Qiong instinctively took a swift step forward and reached out to embrace her. "Why did you just jump down like that? What if you'd fallen?" he asked with genuine concern. "With you here, how could you possibly watch me fall?" she said with a delicate, girlish tone. Wow, she was clearly doing it on purpose—of course, he wouldn't let her fall. He was a good man, a gentleman, possessing the refined qualities of tenderness and care for beauty. Holding her curvaceous, full-bodied form, he found himself reluctant to let go. Behind the railing on the second floor, Gossen stretched out his face, reached for his chin, and cleared his throat twice: "Cough, cough... Qin先生 has returned. The roasted camel is just about ready. Why don't you take a moment to freshen up first? Let's have dinner together. Yash, shall we go to the restaurant and wait for Qin先生 there?" Yash nodded, and finally stepped out of his arms, her cheeks flushed and adorable. Fifteen minutes later, Qin the young lord, now dressed in fresh attire, arrived at the luxurious restaurant nestled in the garden, guided by a waiter. The hotel had only one such restaurant located in the garden, accessible exclusively to its most distinguished guests. At the head of the long table sat an Arab man, dressed in a regal headdress and attire—clearly a prince. His guests were all princes, indicating how highly the local elite regarded Gossen. "Qin先生, come this way, please, sit beside me. I've been looking forward to seeing you!" "Yaspo exclaimed loudly, not waiting for Qin Feng to respond—she jumped down from her chair, barefoot, and walked over to him, insisting that he sit beside her. Gesens's face lengthened further, resembling one of the most beloved animals among the Arab people—the very adorable one! The donkey. The wealthy prince's complexion wasn't exactly glowing either. Since Qin Feng's arrival, his gaze had been fixed on Yaspo, his eyes nearly blazing. "Mr. Kate, may I ask, who is this gentleman?" the prince tried to project humility, though he was already quietly envious. Gesens replied, "He's one of our friends who has just returned home for a visit. I've invited him to share dinner with your grace—what a privilege!" Upon hearing this, the prince felt confident—this man was truly a man of means; you simply couldn't compete with him. Gesens thought it might be possible to leverage the prince's admiration for the princess, thus creating tension between him and Qin Feng—of course, the prince, now well into his fourth decade, would certainly not be the ideal choice for the bride. After a brief introduction, four sturdy Arab men carried a large wooden tray with steady, deliberate steps, bringing it inside. On the tray stood a camel, golden-brown and brilliantly roasted, lying in a low, crouched posture, its head held high with a reverent air, as though paying homage.