5,
Because of Mr. Cyclone's ranting, he ended up being knocked out by someone.
When he woke up again, he was no longer in the original wooden cage, but in a dimly lit room.
The room was lit by candles, and although the brightness was not enough, it felt very romantic. If Mr. Cyclone didn't misunderstand, this was already the room of a certain noble.
"Damn..."
Mr. Cyclone was dumbfounded, looking at this strange atmosphere.
"This is bad, this is bad, this is bad, my integrity is about to be lost, what to do, what to do..."
He lowered his voice and looked around.
First of all, Mr. Cyclone's hands and feet were not tied up. In theory, Mr. Cyclone should be able to escape freely.
However, Mr. Cyclone, who was lying on the bed, could not move, not because he didn't want to, but because his limbs felt weak.
His consciousness had clearly recovered, but his hands and feet still could not move.
"What to do, what to do, what to do..."
Although he couldn't move, Mr. Cyclone still rolled around.
In a very simple room, there was a heart-shaped bed. To the left was a window, closed. To the right was a door, also closed.
In front of him was a small round table, with only two small chairs beside it. On the table was a small vase, and then some candles.
"Think, think, think..."
Rolling his body around, Mr. Cyclone finally fell off the bed.
Upon hitting the ground, Mr. Cyclone remembered something.
Didn't he have a treasure on him? Thinking of this, Mr. Cyclone immediately pulled his heavy right hand, although it was just to put it in his pocket, it took tremendous effort.
"Alright! Damn it, watch me... Sing! Music of the Wind!"
He shouted confidently, but after his voice, nothing happened.
A few seconds later, still nothing happened, and Mr. Cyclone's body still had an indescribable heaviness.
"Damn! No response?!"
Ignoring whether there was anyone outside the door, Mr. Cyclone became more and more anxious.
"Why the hell is there no response?! Damn it!!! Sing! Why won't you sing?!"
He continued to roll around on the ground.
"Oh! Wait, I said it wrong!! Uh... what was it? Oh!! Right right right..."
Recalling the previous memory, Mr. Cyclone finally remembered the correct term.
"Damn it, be released! Music of the Wind!"
Immediately, a breeze blew from the amulet, surrounding Mr. Cyclone.
The heaviness in his limbs disappeared, and Mr. Cyclone immediately stood up, swinging his arms.
"Heh heh~ Trying to drug me? See you in the next life!"
After observing the room again, he quickly ran to the window and opened it to look outside.
"..."
Outside the window was a cliff, and looking left and right from the window, he could see the outer walls of other buildings. However, due to the different color tones, he speculated that these should be other buildings which were built along this cliff line.
"Damn! Where did they take me?"
Unable to jump out of the window to escape, Mr. Cyclone had to head towards the door.
"Carefully..."
Slowly pushing open the right door of the entrance, once it was big enough for one eye to see through, he discovered that both the opposite and left sides were windows.
This was a horizontal corridor, and Mr. Cyclone was in the room at the very end.
Switching to the other side, this time Mr. Cyclone pushed open the left door, trying to see what was on the right side of the corridor.
However, as soon as he looked, he saw a man coming this way step by step. Behind him was a young girl dressed like a maid.
Maid, Mr. Cyclone had seen them before. They were the favorite playthings of some nobles, always having one or two accompanying them. When passing through a village in the past, Mr. Cyclone would also sneak a few peeks.
In the past, Mr. Cyclone also occasionally thought about having dozens of maids to serve him one day.
"Shit! Now is not the time to think about these things!"
He closed the door, looking at the window facing the cliff.
Mr. Cyclone shook his head and gave up on the first plan.
Then he saw it, the vase on the table.
"…For the sake of my integrity, I will spare no effort!!!"
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