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Mr. Cyclone, with Elyse passed out on the bed behind him, continued to ponder in his mind. He tightly gripped the silver dagger that Elyse had just intended to use to sever his sword. His hands and feet were free, and he stood up. After putting on his clothes, he could leave at any time. But as a man, a strong gravitational force was pulling Mr. Cyclone back. Although the white protective shield had lost half of its power, the venomous snake's abilities were still alive. The once impregnable city walls were now breached, with only the broken city gate left behind. The gates of the Demon Castle were wide open, harboring countless men's dreams and legendary treasures hidden inside. This was just the front of the Demon Castle; behind it, there were two polar peaks, and on those majestic mountains, adventurers pursued their desires. Beyond those two peaks lay the hidden paradise known as the Land of Bliss. Deep inside the mountain cave that led to the Land of Bliss, a long and moist snake stood guard, its venom capable of robbing even the bravest heroes of their reason. To battle or not to battle? Mr. Cyclone was facing the most difficult decision of his life. If he were to attack the Demon Castle, he would undoubtedly become the conqueror of this city and forever be known as the one who conquered the Demon Castle in the City of Dusk. He would become a noble member of society, and words like royal etiquette and nobility would become adjectives exclusively used to describe him. The freedom and relaxed life he longed for would disappear forever. Mr. Cyclone swallowed his saliva. If he were to go back, Little Dragon would accompany him, and they would be doing the same things. But the future would be completely different. He would still be the carefree little bird, having earned enough money in Arlen City to comfortably return to his hometown and live an easygoing life. "This foolish woman is 100 points, but Little Dragon is 99 points. It's fine, get up, Mr. Cyclone..." He kept reminding himself with his own voice. But as he walked towards the door, he couldn't help but look back at the unconscious Elyse. "It's just one point... It's just one point..." Unconsciously, Mr. Cyclone drooled. He took a step closer to Elyse. "F***! It's poison! This is poison!!" Suppressing the trembling in his hands, Mr. Cyclone made up his mind and turned to run. He ran and ran and ran. Midnight had passed, the moon had crossed overhead, and Mr. Cyclone finally returned to the inn. As soon as he entered the door, Daniel was waiting for him. "...Impossible! Brother Mr. Cyclone actually... came back so early?!" He laughed, pretending to be surprised, but Daniel still smiled as always. "Damn it! You bastard!!" Mr. Cyclone walked straight to Daniel and grabbed him by the collar. "You actually sold me for real!!" "Haha! Don't say it like that. Everyone has their own needs~" "Haha!!" Leaving aside the fact that his sword was almost broken, the desire he had forcibly suppressed for the future was something not ordinary people could achieve. But Mr. Cyclone was not a righteous gentleman, someone who only thought of himself and would do anything to achieve his goals; only such a person could make an impossible decision. He was about to take out the dagger he had obtained from Elyse and let Daniel experience Mr. Cyclone's treatment when his anger subsided slightly due to Daniel's next actions. "Brother Mr. Cyclone, although you've returned, it seems like you have something to do tonight as well." Not intimidated by Mr. Cyclone's look of death, Daniel maintained his usual style, smiling while pointing in another direction. "Huh? Lord Mr. Cyclone?" From the direction Daniel pointed, a familiar voice could be heard.Unable to let go of Daniel, Mr. Cyclone only turned halfway, then turned his head halfway.

"Doesn't this situation let go of myself either, Mr. Cyclone~"

"Shut up!"

Adjusting his angle, Mr. Cyclone looked towards the source of the voice that just spoke.

Wearing a red cloak, the golden twin ponytails wrapped inside could only be let down in front.

Tears flowed from the girl's eyes as she spoke to Mr. Cyclone in the gentlest voice.

"Mr. Cyclone...