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Three men were panting, as if they had exerted all their strength in a battle, with their limbs weak and even feeling as if their bodies had been emptied.

"So... tired..." Cabellus knelt beside the wooden cart.

"I... can't go on... Cabellus..." Mathews, the initiator of this little adventure and a chubby man, collapsed to the ground.

"Damn... is this even human? How can it be so heavy..." Cyclone supported the edge of the wooden cart with one hand, gasping for breath.

Hilmirya, the sleeping beauty on the cart, had noticed that Cyclone and Cabellus had jumped out of Forcia's room, and was subsequently knocked unconscious by Mathews who was guarding the outside.

To avoid detection, Mathews and Cabellus had worked together to place Hilmirya on the wooden cart.

"Why did we bring her along? She saw everything anyway, it's pointless!" Cyclone complained, catching his breath, and asked Cabellus.

"Huh?! Miss Hilmirya is very innocent. As long as we come up with a good story, we can confuse her!" Cabellus confidently replied.

Of course, Cyclone agreed with this idea as well.

In fact, Cyclone had come to help out to protect Hilmirya, as she had taken care of him for some time, and he wasn't the type to forget kindness.

"Never mind that for now, where's my underwear?" Cyclone asked.

"It's because of you!" Mathews retorted as soon as he spoke.

"I... I didn't want to, but the situation was dire..." Mathews defended himself.

"Sigh! Look at you... luckily no one got hurt, or else I would've really been killed by you," Cabellus said as he noticed Mathews was coming to.

Taking advantage of this time, Cabellus carefully examined Hilmirya again, making sure there were no obvious injuries.

Once reassured, he pulled out something from his pocket.

"Here! The thing you wanted!" Cabellus threw Forcia's underwear onto Mathews' head.

"This!"

"It's what you wanted~" Mathews sniffed it and shouted.

"Yes! This is it! The scent of that promiscuous woman~"

"What?! You already knew?" Cabellus was extremely surprised by Mathews' statement.

"Hehehe~ Women~ You won't truly know who they are until you tear off their clothes. But I'm different, with just one sniff, I can tell if they're human or ghost."

Cyclone and Cabellus clapped in unison, feeling a sense of admiration for the perverted man in front of them.

"But speaking of which, we have a pure-hearted boy with us here~" Cabellus suddenly smirked.

Cyclone knew immediately whom he was referring to, his eyes glancing towards himself, probably referring to the situation when Cyclone felt weak just now.

"By the way, Cabellus, who is he?" Mathews curiously asked.

Upon hearing this, Cabellus pulled on his collar and straightened his exaggerated clothing.

"He is Allen's hero, Cyclone Theodoro!" Mathews, upon hearing this, did not show surprise but instead glanced at Cabellus.

"Don't boast, Cabellus. How do you know he is the one, and moreover..."

"Have you forgotten? Last year, I went to the Allen Martial Arts Tournament and naturally saw him in person," Cabellus interrupted.

Mathews fell silent for a moment, looking at Cyclone.

"Enough, Cabellus. You're trying to tell me a dead person is in front of me. This lie is too difficult to believe," Mathews raised his hands resignedly and shook his head.

Upon hearing this, Cyclone had only one question.

"...Did you just... mention a 'dead person'?"

A drop of sweat trickled down, and Cyclone seemed to have realized something.