You are all my wings

He quickly approached Burelita, gazing at the monster image of the swamp frog ancestor, and entered a meditative state.

Time waits for no one.

Chapter 150 Nine-tenths of a Small Muddy Swamp

Another day has passed in the blink of an eye.

After fooling Timia, Leon entered a rare state of calm meditation.

Moreover, Lyon did indeed experience a strange benefit while meditating near Britta.

There seemed to be a mysterious energy flowing faintly around the outer edge of the body.

This energy is deeply hidden and cannot be detected unless one engages in deep meditation and enters a state of resonance by dismantling the imagery of small swamps.

With the blessing of this mysterious energy, Leon felt that his understanding of the small swamp was progressing by leaps and bounds.

The efficiency was several times higher than when he first mastered Hurricane Bullet.

Therefore, his initial target of 99% can be quickly reduced from seven or eight days to two or three days.

Unfortunately, as agreed, we were supposed to depart for Princess Ophima's base camp in half a day.

Actually, that's not a big deal. What Leon is mainly worried about is what would happen if the sacred murals really disappeared after the monster uprising ends. That would be awkward.

After all, in my previous life I had never heard of anyone occupying the location of a sacred mural for an extended period of time.

This suggests that this thing may exist cyclically, or it may need to undergo some special change to reappear in the world.

If it truly disappears, my main quest, "The End of the World," will become indefinitely delayed.

With his comprehension and accumulated knowledge, and with perfect-level experience, it's not impossible for him to comprehend the perfect-level imagery of other intermediate magic.

However, this will inevitably slow down the progress significantly.

However, whether the sacred murals can continue to exist is uncontrollable.

All Lyon can do right now is make the most of this.

Then we hope that after the monster riot is suppressed, this sacred mural will still be there.

Of course, having Machiru use her divine magic to activate it again might not be a bad option, but the risk is not low. Once someone finds out that they can create a monster riot to activate the sacred mural, they will definitely be hated by everyone.

Even if he has Saintess Brierita as his backer, he'll probably still be in trouble.

After all, the danger and the extent of the damage caused by a monster uprising are absolutely not to be underestimated.

After Lyon finished eating the dried meat from the fifth-tier eagles during halftime, he put these thoughts out of his mind and began a new round of meditation training.

Each of the others also has their own training methods.

Apart from the occasional terrifying roars of monsters coming from outside the valley, the place here is quite peaceful.

Half a day passed in the blink of an eye.

At this point, Lyon's understanding and replication of the small swamp had reached a level of 90%.

This progress is astonishing; it can be said that it has almost achieved the learning effect of most fourth-order mages in half a year, and most third-order mages in seven or eight years.

This level also happens to be the level of understanding of the Hurricane Bullet before entering the dungeon.

This also means that he can now quickly complete the intermediate magic spell "Small Mud Swamp" without chanting within 2 seconds.

Once it reaches 99%, it can achieve the effect of instantaneous high-speed continuous firing.

And 99% is also his current stage of mastering the four basic magic systems.

Only the Hurricane Bullet has found the finishing touch in over 99% of cases, which not only enables instantaneous high-speed continuous firing, but also greatly improves power, rate of fire, and mana saving.

"Your Excellency, Your Excellency, it's time to set off."

It was Bovary who woke him up, gently shaking Léon's shoulder.

Lyon sensed the commotion outside and reluctantly left the state of resonance.

I opened my eyes and looked around.

The riders had already packed their bags and sat in various parts of the valley, talking quietly among themselves.

Iris was still asleep, while Berylita was already standing in one place, whispering something to Timia.

Lyon then looked at Bovary and saw that the young man (actually eight years older than Lyon) had bright, piercing eyes, full of energy, and his muscles were noticeably more toned than when he had seen him the day before.

“Bovary, it seems you’ve made some gains these past few days.”

Lyon gave a thumbs up.

Bovary scratched his head, and said with shame:

"I am far from being comparable to Your Excellency. I have only eaten as much edible monster meat as possible these past few days and then trained like crazy. As for the sacred murals, I don't know if they are useful, but I feel that training here is slightly more effective than in other places."

Lyon understood and guessed that this was the effect of the mysterious energy overflowing from Berylita.

For safety reasons, the knights never strayed too far from Britta during their training.

Bovary's diligent training clearly yielded some of these benefits.

Although Lyon couldn't discern Bovary's attributes, based on his many years of experience in his previous life, he estimated that Bovary's strength, physique, and agility attributes had all reached the fourth level.

He was already a top-tier fighter in the third tier, and after nearly two weeks of training, his combat power has undoubtedly reached a new level.

"Your Excellency, why don't you go and call Miss Iris and Miss Macchiato? You know, if I go and call them, I'm afraid I'll just get a cold shoulder."

Bovary added another reminder.

Leon chuckled: "Fine, leave it to me."

Actually, everyone has gotten to know each other better these past few days, so Elizabeth wouldn't easily give anyone a hard time.

However, the incident where Milo tried to chat with Iris and was rude to her a while ago left a deep impression on the group, so none of the knights dared to chat with her casually.

Of course, it's mainly because of Britta; a few knights are also there.

Otherwise, with Elizabeth's looks and temperament, she would attract the attention of a group of men wherever she went.

When Leon first met Iris, she almost turned him down, even though it was Iris who initiated the conversation.

As for Macchiato, she almost taught Milo a lesson a few days ago. Given her even more volatile temper, currently only Leon and Iris in the team have any interaction with her.

Others occasionally engage in dialogue, but it mainly consists of basic explanations of necessity.

"By the way, did Lady Timia do anything while I was meditating?"

Lyon asked quietly.

Bovary moved closer to Lyon and answered in a similarly low voice:

"Your Excellency, she often stares at you, and she stares at you intently for a long time. It seems that your charm is so strong that even the former most beautiful woman in the capital cannot resist your charm."

He praised it highly and felt honored.

Suddenly, as if remembering something, he hurriedly added:

"Of course, Your Excellency. I know you don't like her. The reason I cooperated with Karl last time was to prevent her from continuing to harass you. So I didn't mean anything by it. Please forgive me. I just admire your charm."

Lyon patted Bovary on the shoulder and laughed:

"It's good that you can see my wariness; don't worry about anything else."

He walked over to Macchiato first and patted her on the shoulder.

"Macchiato, the fragrant roasted meat is here."

Suddenly, Ma Qilu stood up.

Where?

Chapter 151 I've realized I can understand Master Machiru's mindset now!

"Inside your belly."

When Machiru saw it was Leon, she immediately became furious:

"My dear and respectable master, do you find it pleasurable to deceive your slave?"

"I'm sorry, Macchiato, I was just worried that you'd miss the time and be left behind by us."

"Hmph! You definitely wouldn't dare!"

Macchiato jumped up, twisted her waist, and loosened her joints.

Leon said thoughtfully, "It seems you weren't meditating just now, but sleeping."

Ma Qilu's expression froze.

"I'm meditating."

She didn't want to admit that she had secretly watched Lyon meditate for several days, gained nothing, and ended up falling asleep.

In fact, she realized that Leon's method was no different from her own: observe and then meditate, exactly the same.

But aside from absorbing the divine energy that overflowed from Burelita's body, he didn't gain much else.

It is clear that the core secret lies in Leon's meditation method.

However, meditation methods vary from person to person and are based on self-cultivation of the mind; you can't tell anything just by looking at the outward appearance.

But Macchiato was not satisfied and tried to find some other key clue.

Unfortunately, she got so tired of watching that she fell asleep immediately.

I must say, it was a really good sleep!

"Meditation? Then what's the deal with the drool at the corner of your mouth?"

Lyon asked with a smile.

Macchiato hurriedly wiped her mouth, and after wiping it a few times, she realized that her mouth was clean. She immediately flew into a rage:

"You're faking me?"

"It's not that I'm lying to you, it's just that it's too obvious that you've had a long nap, Macchiato."

Leon walked over to Iris and woke her up.

Elizabeth's demeanor was more ethereal; even emerging from meditation with a dazed look in her eyes, she still appeared beautiful. Leon simply pinched her soft cheek and said:

“Don’t just stand there, it’s time to go, Iris.”

"Oh, oh oh."

She dazedly grabbed her wand and followed Leon.

Not far away, Milo patted Karl on the shoulder and said:

"See how dashing Your Excellency is? He's always surrounded by beauties throwing themselves at you. Perhaps you shouldn't have intervened back then. It wouldn't have been so bad if you had just let Lady Timia win him over, would it? That way, he wouldn't have lost out. She was the most beautiful woman in the capital twenty years ago! It's an honor for him!"

Mark glanced at Miro:

"Don't talk to Milo like that. You need to know the bottom line. We're a team. Nobody knows if Lady Timia has other intentions. Besides, if Your Excellency is seduced by her, wouldn't the Saintess be the one who suffers the most?"

Carl glanced at Milo with disdain: "Milo, I didn't expect you to be this kind of person."

"Oh, I was just joking, don't get excited."

“Don’t make jokes like that anymore, Milo. You have to admit one thing: you don’t have a sense of humor. And when someone who doesn’t have a sense of humor forces humor, they’re just a clown in a circus, acting stupid. People laugh at them not because they’re smart, but because they’re stupid, understand?”

Bovary also came over, his tone unusually stern.

“It’s quite surprising, Bovary, you’ve talked so much today…”

Milo noticed the looks in their eyes and immediately raised his hand: "Okay, I swear, that was definitely a joke I made without any sense of humor. I will never make such a boring joke again."

"That's more like it. I'll treat you to a drink next time."

Mark patted Milo on the shoulder and gave him a look.

Milo's shoulders trembled: "Forget it, Mark, I'd rather pay for it myself than have you treat me."

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