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"Okay...okay..."

Facing Sonja's shy expression, Mr. Cyclone felt satisfied enough to at least heed her words first. Flirting can always come later.

"When you meet His Majesty tomorrow, Mr. Cyclone, please express your intention to serve him loyally."After hearing that, Mr. Cyclone felt something was amiss.

"Mr. Cyclone?"

He was stunned for a moment, then reality dawned on him.

"Wait, wait! Didn't you say I could have whatever I wish? Where is my gold, silver, and jewels? Where is my wife!?"

This time, it was Sonja who was taken aback, her face flushed slightly.

But she quickly regained composure and even let out a small laugh, not her usual polite chuckle but a genuine sound of amusement.

"So...this is your wish, Mr. Cyclone. It seems just like a common boy's desire, doesn't it?"

"Tsk! Is it not allowed?"

With his wish denied, Mr. Cyclone turned away in displeasure.

"No, it is... Your wish is permissible, and I will convey it to His Majesty."

"Hm? But you said I should request something else..."

Sonja placed her finger over Mr. Cyclone's mouth, silencing his words.

"It seems there's a slight misunderstanding, Mr. Cyclone. While your wish is granted, this is to be done in secret, just as the king mentioned."

"In secret?"

Out of the corner of his eye, Mr. Cyclone watched Sonja.

"Yes, the Prime Minister has just died. There are many potential threats within the city. While we can certainly provide you with the gold, silver and jewels you desire, we cannot do so publicly."

"What the hell! Why so troublesome? Would it not be simpler to..."

Once again, Sonja's warm finger silenced Mr. Cyclone, sparking the temptation to give it a lick, but such conduct was best restrained. Yet, it did give Mr. Cyclone an idea for playfully interrupting Sonja again.

"This is a matter of gathering Arlen City under one rule. Please understand, Mr. Cyclone."

Unexpectedly, Sonja took a step back and made a deeply respectful bow.

"The citizen of Arlen City are currently unsettled. This is hardly the time to lavish a stranger with wealth, no matter how heroic they may be. Moreover, if you were to take wealth that was obtained through the hardship of the people..."

Sonja left her sentence hanging, lost for words. But Mr. Cyclone wasn't listening anyway.

His intention was to enjoy more of Sonja's warmth through her finger's touch, but the current situation surpassed his expectation.

At first glance, Sonja's white casual attire seemed nothing special to Mr. Cyclone. Sure it was cute, but it was Sonja who was the cute one and the dress was plain. However, as Sonja bowed down, the simple attire revealed marvelous layers.

From Mr. Cyclone's line of sight, he could admire Sonja's hidden breasts. Pure white lingerie, adorned with lace.

"This..."

"We hope Mr. Cyclone will accept our unreasonable demand!!"

As she remained bowed, her breasts jiggled slightly, Mr. Cyclone's gaze firmly locked and unable to move away. What was more terrifying, was that he could see even deeper into her dress. Her panties were also white, decorated similarly with lace.

I really don't want to talk, just want to keep on watching.

Because as long as Mr. Cyclone remains silent, Sonja will continue to bare herself for Mr. Cyclone.

After about ten seconds, Mr. Cyclone surrendered to the gentleness in his heart towards this girl and waved his hand, saying,

"Ah~ alright, alright ~ I'm fine, it doesn't make much of a difference ~"

Much to his surprise, upon hearing this Sonja ran up joyfully, captured Mr. Cyclone's hand, and placed it on her own heart.

The touch transmitted from his hand, the softness of her twin peaks, made Mr. Cyclone even more excited.

"Mr. Cyclone, I represent the King in expressing heartfelt appreciation. "

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