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After Daniel finished speaking, the carriage arrived at the destination.

Cyclone didn't move, just looked outside the curtain, all carriages.

It seems that this is a transfer area halfway, with a large number of carriages waiting.

At the same time, some people can be seen arranging others to board the carriage.

In the distance, there is a unique tent.

Although Cyclone doesn't know what its function is, he has no intention of getting off the carriage.

"Well, next, I'll leave it to you, Cyclone." Daniel said.

"There's nothing to ask for, anyway, the driver will automatically take us to the destination, right?" Cyclone replied.

"Hahaha, no, the problem is not that, but the journey." Daniel explained.

"Huh?" Cyclone didn't understand what Daniel meant.

"Although it is nominally and practically to protect her, for the sake of everyone, I think she will be safer on your carriage." Daniel said.

For some reason, Cyclone started to sweat.

Her? A woman? For everyone?

Just as Cyclone was wondering who it was, Daniel had already jumped off the carriage.

Originally, the space in the carriage was divided into eight seats, counting from left to right, a total of four rows.

The last row of the carriage was occupied by luggage, leaving only three rows as seats for the six people.

Cyclone and his two wives sat on the left side of the carriage, while Daniel and ShiaChio sat on the right side.

But when Daniel waved his hand, he signaled ShiaChio to move to Cyclone's side.

With the change in position, the carriage now had twelve seats, which naturally became narrower compared to before.

But there was also a good side, now Shia and Chio were sitting in the front, and Cyclone's two wives had to sit closer to him.

Holding their waists, even if Cyclone couldn't move, he could still touch his wives.

After Daniel left, someone quickly climbed onto the carriage.

The first to come in was an unfamiliar maid.

The maid took a look and then turned around and said something, which Cyclone couldn't hear.

But being in the same carriage as others was within Cyclone's calculations.

Thirty thousand soldiers and three thousand carriages, with at least ten people in one carriage.

If you consider that some carriages are not used to carry people, but simply to transport goods, one carriage should seat twelve people.

The maid nodded and sat in the last available seat.

At the same time, she wiped the seat next to her with a cloth.

Cyclone closed his eyes, thinking that it didn't matter who came in, it was just a journey after all.

But as soon as he closed his eyes, Cyclone remembered what Daniel had said earlier.

Her... a woman... for everyone... Huh? Wait a minute! Doesn't this sound like a setup?

Cyclone opened his eyes and looked at the girl in front of him.

"..."

Silent, Cyclone instantly understood why she had to get on his carriage in order to be safe.

Because if it were any other man, his life would have been in danger before even reaching the battlefield.

With her golden and beautiful long hair, she was a super sexy beauty that any man would want to have.

Princess Elyse of the City of Dusk was sitting in front of Cyclone.

"..."

Elyse, just like Cyclone, remained silent. Along with her were the three maids who had just entered and the first person who entered, making a total of five people on the opposite side.

Sitting right in front of Cyclone, they looked at him with disdain.

No one spoke, and the carriage had already started moving.

In a silent and awkward atmosphere, Cyclone and Elyse locked eyes.

In Cyclone's memory, the Princess of the City of Dusk was a woman who once pointed a knife at her own brother.

Now thinking back, that battle was quite intense.

Different from his two wives, Elyse was still wearing a noble-style dress, elegant and magnificent.

It was far from the atmosphere of the battlefield, but considering that she was a princess, Cyclone didn't mind too much about these things.

However, this unfortunate reunion is just the beginning.

Elyse crossed her hands and lifted her impressive breasts.

As the carriage moved, her breasts also shook.