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The battle is becoming increasingly intense, with only the clothes left to be taken off.

With the decisive battle approaching, in order to perfectly capture the enemy's camp, Mr.Cyclone decided to take Elin to his room first, and then slowly break down each stronghold one by one.

Based on the current situation, our army has already captured two key points of the enemy. One is the cave above, and the other is the valley in the middle.

The bloodshed caused by the battle has greatly boosted the morale of Mr.Cyclone's army, and his powerful strength has spread throughout his body.

Mr.Cyclone's power continues to rise.

Unfortunately, at this moment, new enemy troops suddenly appeared.

A small hand patted Mr.Cyclone's back a few times.

"Mr.Cyclone! Mr.Cyclone!"

He really wanted to ignore it and charge straight into the enemy's formation like a brave general.

But Mr.Cyclone is not that fearless young man. He is just full of energy in his youth, and he can't ignore the intervention of the new enemy on the battlefield.

He retreated from the cave on the enemy's side.

"What's going on!?"

The pleasant time was gone, and the tone was a bit unfriendly.

The persistence of some of the soldiers in the middle directly reflected the dissatisfaction of Mr.Cyclone's army. His hand remained firm and even rubbed a few more times.

Unfortunately, the new enemy remained undaunted and stayed by Mr.Cyclone's side.

"Master Mr.Cyclone, a guide has arrived."

Joshua bowed slightly and explained to Mr.Cyclone the reason for the interruption.

Just now, the guide of the royal city came and said that the king was summoning.

"Damn it! What is that bean doing?!"

Joshua didn't understand what Mr.Cyclone meant by "bean" and thought it was just a child in the royal city.

But these are not important. As a servant of this person, Joshua felt responsible to fulfill his duties to the person in front of him.

The king's summons cannot be ignored. Even though the master is about to go to war, Joshua must send this message to the master at all costs.

But in Mr.Cyclone's eyes, he couldn't see the courage and sense of responsibility in it at all. He just thought Joshua was very rigid.

"Ah..."

Wordless, Mr.Cyclone could only sigh.

Elin's eyes couldn't stay open anymore, purely indulging in that sweet pleasure.

Originally, the second support army led by Mr.Cyclone had almost broken through the enemy's final defense line from below.

He didn't want to let go. How could he let go when Elin was so cute?

Unfortunately, the enemy in the rear was staring at Mr.Cyclone.

With no other choice, Mr.Cyclone had to give up the strong attack and instead gently touch Elin's forehead with his hand.

"Oh...my little Elin~ Oh! No, it's my little wife~ If it wasn't for the king's summon, hubby would absolutely not retreat halfway♡"

After kissing Elin again, Mr.Cyclone picked her up and placed her on the chair.

"...Joshua!"

"Yes, sir!"

"Take my little wife to my room~ this sleeping position is not good for the body, I have a bed in my room~"

"Yes, sir."

After tidying up his clothes, he was about to leave, but suddenly Mr.Cyclone thought of something.

"Oh, Joshua!"

"Yes, Mr.Cyclone!"

Mr.Cyclone said seriously.

"Joshua...also take my big wife to my room."

Without looking back, Mr.Cyclone looked at Sonja in front of him.

"Yes, sir."

"...Wait for me to come back~ my two wives♡"

After everything was arranged, Mr.Cyclone pushed open the door and followed the guide who he had met in the morning and returned to the royal city.

Unlike in the morning, Mr.Cyclone was led to a room.

He pointed with his finger to confirm the location with the guide.The guide also nodded in response. Two hours away from dawn, Mr. Cyclone pushed open the door of the room and took steps forward. "So you've arrived, hero of Arlen," said the King of Tiny, sitting on the stone railing of the terrace with moonlight shining through. Mr. Cyclone looked at the scene, but instead of kneeling down, his nervousness caused him to forget the etiquette he had been reminded of. The king did not turn around, only looking down ahead, as the people of Arlen City celebrated the night with brightly lit lanterns. ***