The hero's gender is yet to be determined after rebirth.

It must be my imagination... How could an eagle possibly become invisible in the air? If it were invisibility magic, I could sense it too. Lorenwei thought confidently.

But she forgot that some races, with their large populations, will always produce some unique individuals with special skills.

Meilan ran over happily and picked up the fallen eagle and boxing gloves.

“I can sense the glove; I know where it is,” Meilan exclaimed happily. “This eagle wasn’t smashed, it’s just dead. It’s so fat! We can have a good meal!”

It's unclear whether Meilan was happy because she was able to retrieve the boxing gloves or because she hit a very fat eagle.

Looking at the falcon, its feathers now mostly ruffled from the beating, Lorenwei wondered if it belonged to a family with its glossy plumage. "Never mind," she thought, "who does the Percy royal family have to fear?"

Meilan said regretfully, "Ah, I'm afraid it's only enough for one person..."

Lorenwei reminded her, "By the way, eagle meat is very tough; it doesn't taste good to eat directly."

"I've tried it, and it's indeed very hard to chew," Meilan said with a worried expression.

Lorenwei took out a small knife from her spatial ring and shaved the falcon's feathers clean: "It's okay, I'll go to the kitchen and make you some braised falcon meat. After soaking for a few months, even the toughest meat will become tender! Just make sure you eat it with rice, or it'll be too salty."

Meilan swallowed hard: "Mmm!"

In the afternoon, the Fite Empire's undercover contact discovered that they had lost contact with the three-star expert, Hidden Falcon...

A diviner was consulted, and the conclusion was: This is extraordinary! Lord Hidden Falcon is in a salty, swampy land!

The Fite Empire actually sent people to search in places like salt flats and swamps...

Perhaps a few months later, when Lorenwei learns the truth, she will exclaim in surprise, "Waaaaah... (Eagle eagle eagle...), oh, so that's how it is...!"

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In the evening, it was just a small gathering for dinner.

The King, Queen, Kurara, and her brother Prince Kujo hosted a family gathering for Lorenve and her sister.

After exchanging a few words with Lorenve, Prince Cujo was surprised to discover that she was extremely skilled in martial arts and military tactics.

As a result, Kujo pulled Lorenve aside and sat down for most of the night, talking until late into the night before finally ending the conversation, still feeling like he hadn't said enough.

Melanie had already gone back to sleep. Sylph and Kurara leaned against each other, dozing off.

They were worried that Lorenwei and Kujo might develop feelings for each other, and if something went wrong, their husbands would be gone.

Thankfully, it was a family gathering, and even the waitresses left after serving the dishes. Otherwise, who knows what gossip and rumors might have surfaced.

The king and queen were not worried, since either their daughter or their son would marry her, and they would benefit from either outcome.

However, when Prince Kujo was saying goodbye, he said to his sister Kurara, "Lorenve is truly a good brother to the Sevi people. Sister, you must keep a close eye on him and make sure he becomes my good brother-in-law. I need a good brother like that!"

Then, Kujo rushed back to the military camp overnight.

Huh? Kurala was stunned. She didn't expect her brother to be able to detect the masculine resonance in Lorenwei.

On their way back to the Noblewoman's Palace to sleep, Kurara kept glancing at Lorenwei.

Even as Lorenwei lay drowsily on the bed with her head tilted to the side, Kurala kept staring at her.

Lorenwei slept, curled up in the blankets like a kitten, her beautiful blue hair cascading over the pillow, exuding an indescribable girlish charm. The tuft of hair on her forehead, like a breathing sensor, gently rose and fell with her soft breaths, making her even more adorable…

Kurara couldn't help but snort: Where's the manliness in this guy?! Bro, Kujo, you must be blind!

Chapter 217 The Third Expert, Chameleon, is Deployed! Kurara: I'll handle this...

On the other side, the garrison of the Kingdom of Posi at the border of the Fite Empire was also quite lively.

With two top experts running into trouble in a row, the censor is in for a real headache.

"What?! One expert failed, and another lost contact? And the one who lost contact was... the Hidden Falcon?!" The Imperial Censor of the Fite Empire could hardly believe what he had just heard.

Is that Lorenwei really that difficult to deal with? As expected, the strength of a legendary woman cannot be easily guessed!

"Immediately dispatch the third expert, Chameleon! Hahaha, he's invincible. Although his methods are a bit unusual, he's never failed!"

"Yes, sir, the third expert, Lord Chameleon, is also very confident! When he received the mission, he said that if the first two failed, he would definitely be able to complete the mission! However, he hopes that the reward will be doubled this time!"

"The imperial stipend he receives is already quite generous; he's truly greedy!" The Censor clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction. "But to make such a request, he must be very confident."

The messenger responded, but was then called back.

“Let me remind him again, no, I should say warn him: he must not harm Miss Lorenwei in the slightest, understand? Even if it means telling him bluntly that if he does anything excessive to Miss Lorenwei, not only will he be punished by a legendary hero, but the Empire will also punish him.”

“Yes! Understood!” the messenger replied immediately.

"It's not easy for us working people to get things done," the envoy thought to himself. "Look how high the requirements are—captured but not harmed. The first two experts failed; is Lorenwei so easy to deal with? The Hidden Falcon, which has lost contact, has most likely already been eliminated..."

The envoy, who works on the front lines, is right in his thinking. It's a pity that higher-ups like the censors don't have that much practical experience.

He then summoned his men and ordered, "Search for the whereabouts of the hidden falcon. Find it alive or dead. If it dares to escape, punish it severely!"

"Yes!" the men responded.

His subordinates left, but the censor was still very dissatisfied, muttering, "Hmph, as expected, a beast is a beast, with no sense of discipline whatsoever. Daring to sever contact with the empire without authorization, this feathered bird is courting death!"

Unfortunately, they had no idea that the only way to find it was to look inside the jar of braised meat...

Its purpose in existing was simply to become bird meat in the sauce jar...

When the messenger promptly relayed the order to the third expert—the Chameleon.

"Hmph, I, the Chameleon, never fail." The young man with blue skin marks on his body confidently faced the imperial envoy and boasted, "Have I ever failed? Many times, the other party doesn't even know it happened!"

The messenger looked at his bluish skin and thought to himself: Is it because you have chameleon-like skin that you can't be seen at night? Moreover, it is said that even warning or defensive magic circles will fail, and only a few barriers can stop him.

Hearing the envoy's warning not to harm Lorenwei, the chameleon assured him, "Besides, I am utterly loyal to the Empire. As long as the Empire pays me, I'll work obediently. It's that simple loyalty."

"That's good." The messenger emphasized discipline again, then urged the chameleon to set off.

"What's the rush?" The chameleon moved slowly.

"By the way, the rubbings were delivered late, which slowed down the procurement process."

"Tch, is the Empire really short of funds?"

"No, it's because Lorenve's magic rubbings are limited and cannot be copied," the envoy explained, but inwardly he thought helplessly the truth: Three rubbings were originally issued, but the censor kept them for himself, so I had to temporarily obtain another one!

Although the empire was powerful, with such a large country, it was inevitable that some officials would act recklessly. This was especially true of the frontier censors, who were essentially local kings who could do whatever they wanted.

"Wow! No wonder it was delivered late! This rubbing is sure to be in high demand!" Chameleon exclaimed.

Knowing you'd react this way, the messenger added with disdain, "Look at how unsophisticated you are. Let me tell you, a magic rubbing and the real person are not the same."

"What? Did you tamper with the magic rubbing?" The chameleon expert was practically uttering terms like "beauty filter" and "skin smoothing."

“Lorenvie herself is even more beautiful than in the magic rubbing!” the messenger reminded him.

The chameleon was already trotting outside: "I'm off!"

"Remember, don't do anything reckless!" the messenger hurriedly chased after to remind him.

But once outside, the messenger blinked and could no longer see the chameleon.

Only a voice came through: "Don't worry, prepare to receive Lorenve at dawn tomorrow!"

The third expert's ability has taken effect.

The Empire also considered that it couldn't take a hard line against Lorenwei, so the three experts they gathered this time all had special skills. The first, the lizard lady, had the ability to bewitch poisoners; the second had the ability to become invisible by observing from high altitudes; and the third had the ability to become invisible by changing color in the environment.

Chameleons are masters of environmental concealment; they can be somewhat detected during the day, but become perfect at night.

The third one is superior to the second one in that: unlike the falcon, which can only scout, the chameleon can also take action!

He is humanoid and possesses martial arts skills. If he approaches people quietly and observes them thoroughly, his attack is highly likely to succeed!

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The Kingdom of Posi had unintentionally eliminated one of the enemy's hidden masters.

"I've made arrangements. I've already had the chef soak the eagle in water," Lorenwei said as she returned from the main kitchen.

"Okay." Meilan was almost asleep in bed.

Although I'm not used to the bed, I still fall asleep quickly.

"Keep writing!" Lorenwei sat back down at the table and, under the illumination of the magic crystal lamp, began to complete a work that had suddenly come to her today.

She had just taken the opportunity to investigate the main kitchen to see where the lizard lady might have gotten in.

Later, it was discovered that the awareness of prevention in this era was still poor, and it was simply incomparable to the methods and measures of another world.

So, after exercising in the afternoon, Lorenwei wrote a book titled "On the Self-Cultivation of a Bodyguard".

However, it lists many ways in which traitors behave and act, then specifically arranges the duties of the guards, as well as techniques for preventing various aspects, and some effective methods.

Lorenwei's writings are all based on experience, mainly what she saw in movies and TV shows from another world, her insights after arriving in this world, and some observations from her journey to becoming a sword saint. Of course, they also include her random thoughts after her rebirth.

Kurara stayed by her side the whole time, helping Lorenwei change her pen and refill her milk.

She watched from the side, becoming more and more surprised. She never imagined that there were so many intricacies to the profession of guard, and even more surprised that Lorenwei could think of and know so much.

“This is for training the palace guards, right? You're thinking about how many people have managed to sneak into the palace these past two days, making safety a real problem. Thank you so much for thinking of my father and mother.” Kurara gently rubbed Lorenvi’s forehead with both hands.

“A shoulder massage is the proper way to do it,” Lorenwei suggested, demanding improvement.

Kula asked, puzzled, "You didn't use any force, so why are you rubbing my shoulders?"

"Anyway, a shoulder massage is the most enjoyable, while a temple massage requires resting your head on your knees."

Kurara quickly realized what was going on and couldn't help but laugh, "Lap pillow? Really, this isn't a grassy area, and you're sitting down. Why did you suddenly think of a lap pillow?"

"Or you could just give me a little push on my back," Lorenwei thought to herself, but dared not say it aloud.

Because Sylph was sitting on the other side of the table, shaking her head as if she were dozing off, looking like she was about to fall asleep at any moment.

Even though it wasn't long, it was late at night when I finished writing it.

By the time Lorenve finished writing, Sylph was already asleep at the table, her head resting on her arm.

Her long green hair cascaded down the table, its color less dazzling than gold, yet it blended seamlessly with nature. It was as if this sleeping elf had simply belonged there, and could easily be overlooked.

Nature's spirits can't stay up late. I already have dark circles under my eyes from arguing with Kula last night, and I really can't get through tonight.

Back then, she also couldn't resist staying up all night. Lorenwei wanted to laugh inwardly, recalling a defensive battle against the orcs in the castle.

As the enemy continued their attacks, the female elf fell asleep with her bowstring still drawn, almost allowing the enemy to break through her defenses.

Fortunately, the hero Mu Zhe stepped in in time, and even tied Sylph to his back to continue fighting, which barely managed to block the gap on this side.