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On the way to the City of Dusk, Allen's army passed through a small village where there was a small pavilion.

Little Dragon stood next to the pavilion, and there were many soldiers guarding in the distance.

Inside the pavilion, two people sat down.

"If this is true, then you have done a great service, Mr. Cyclone."

"No, no, I just happened to stumble upon it," Mr. Cyclone replied modestly.

Yesterday, near Gubas' corpse, Mr. Cyclone saw a map.

It was during the short period of time before Mr. Cyclone rescued Little Dragon. Gubas had mentioned the Auron Slave Plan to him. It seemed to be a lucrative business, as the deceased Gubas intended to capture more Aurons as slaves, hence the large stock of barium ore.

The map Mr. Cyclone found had markings of Auron villages.

This continent is neither big nor small. However, if the markings on the map are accurate, there are at least five Auron villages around Arlen City.

"The strength of the Aurons, you've seen the corpses in Sunset City, you understand, right?" Allen glanced at Little Dragon beside him. Although she had been forcibly dressed in a cute dress by Mr. Cyclone, she was the Auron girl who had killed more than eighty Auron men in Sunset City.

"Your Majesty, please don't have any ideas about her," Mr. Cyclone said jokingly.

"Hahaha, I'm just wondering how you managed to survive against her," Allen chuckled.

The two of them laughed and chatted, while Little Dragon stood alone by the side.

"I approve of your proposal," Allen suddenly said.

"Really!?" It was not Mr. Cyclone who responded, but Little Dragon. She shouldn't have interrupted, as this was a conversation between Mr. Cyclone and King Allen, not something Little Dragon could interfere in.

But King Allen didn't mind, and he nodded in agreement.

"Yes, I don't need subordinates with a rebellious attitude. If we have to use them as slaves, it's better to let them voluntarily serve me from the beginning."

King Allen took the map from Mr. Cyclone.

"I will send people to the locations marked on the map to investigate. If they are indeed Auron villages, I will give them the opportunity to join the territory of Arlen City."

"Under your rule, will all slave trading be prohibited?" Mr. Cyclone asked.

"Yes, I won't go back on my word. As long as they are my subjects, I will protect them," King Allen replied.

Upon hearing this, Little Dragon bowed to King Allen, as Mr. Cyclone had taught her.

"It's alright, I also despise the existence of slavery," King Allen said, standing up. He was preparing to leave the pavilion.

"Daniel should be back soon... Oh! By the way, Mr. Cyclone?" King Allen suddenly remembered something and turned back.

"Soon, you will also be on the battlefield. You should train your physical fitness more," he said.

"What? Really?"

"Yes, it's the king's order."

"Uh..."

King Allen left Mr. Cyclone with a command, something he was very reluctant to do.

"What? Who am I? Do I really have to go to the battlefield? This is different from the script we agreed upon!"

As he watched King Allen leave, Mr. Cyclone wiped off his sweat.

"Hey."

"Why are you smiling?"

"It's nothing," Little Dragon replied.

Walking in the opposite direction, it seemed that Little Dragon was also planning to leave the pavilion.

But after taking a few steps, Little Dragon stopped.

"Don't worry, with me here, everything will be fine."

Upon hearing Little Dragon's words, Mr. Cyclone couldn't quite understand.With hesitation in his eyes and a blush creeping up his face, Little Dragon finally looked straight at Mr. Cyclone and said, "Didn't you say so?"

"Hmm?"

A gentle breeze brushed by, and amidst the beautiful scene of falling leaves, Little Dragon smiled again.

"I'm not... your woman, am I?"

"..."

In that moment, the world seemed to freeze, and the people and scenery blended together into a stunning painting.

Unfortunately, Mr. Cyclone was not the romantic type.

A moment was enough; just admiring the view was sufficient.

"Leave the romance to the main characters in other stories. I still have my duties as a king," Mr. Cyclone said with seriousness, but his tone changed the next second.

"We should train our physical abilities! Hehehe! Come on, my wife, let's go back to the room together!"

Excitedly, Mr. Cyclone led Little Dragon back to the room. After she lay back on the bed, she spread her legs herself.

"Oh, oh, my wife, what kind of physical training should my husband do?"

"Hehe, of course, it's sword training," Mr. Cyclone replied.

"What the heck?! How far should we train?"

Mr. Cyclone's eyes sparkled as they both smiled at each other.

Little Dragon relaxed her body and lightly opened the thing that belonged to the person in front of her, the city that belonged solely to Mr. Cyclone.

"Of course... We should train until my scabbard takes on the shape of your sword♡"