You are all my wings!

He quickly approached Britta, observed 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 and meditation.

Moreover, Lyon did indeed experience some kind of wonderful 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 the Hurricane Flame Bullet.

Therefore, his initial estimate of 99% of the target could be quickly shortened from seven or eight days to two or three days.

Unfortunately, as agreed, we were supposed to depart for Princess Ophimasso'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 his previous life he had never heard of anyone occupying the location of a sacred mural for an extended period of time.

It is evident that this thing may exist periodically, or it may need to be triggered by some special change to reappear in the world.

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

With his comprehension ability and knowledge accumulation, 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 best use of this.

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

Of course, having Machiru activate it again with divine magic 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 Saint Britta as his backer, he'll probably still be in trouble.

After all, the danger of a monster uprising and the extent of the resulting disaster are absolutely not to be underestimated.

After Lyon finished eating the dried meat of the fifth-tier eagle during halftime, they put those thoughts aside and began a new round of meditation.

Everyone else also has their own training.

Apart from the occasional terrifying roars of monsters coming from outside the valley, the area was quite peaceful.

Half a day passed in the blink of an eye.

At this point, Lyon's understanding and replication of the Little Mud 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-tier mages in half a year, and most third-tier mages in seven or eight years.

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

This also means that he can now quickly complete the intermediate-level 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 the current stage of his four basic magic systems.

Only the Hurricane Flame Bullet has found the finishing touch of over 99%, 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 depart."

It was Bovary who woke him up, and he gently shook Léon's shoulder.

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

I opened my eyes and looked around.

Several knights had already packed their bags and were standing in various parts of the valley, talking in hushed tones, their figures indistinct.

Iris was still asleep, while Britta was already standing in one place, talking quietly with Timia.

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

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

Lyon gave a compliment.

Bovary scratched his head and said with shame:

"I am far from being comparable to you. I have only tried a lot of edible monster meat these past few days and then trained hard. 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; he guessed it was due to the influence of the mysterious energy emanating from Britta.

For safety reasons, the knights would not stray too far from Britta when they trained.

Bovary's diligent training clearly brought him some benefits from this.

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

He was already a top expert among the third-tier fighters, 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 Maggie? You know, if I go and call them, I'm afraid I'll just get a cold shoulder."

Bovary added another reminder.

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

Actually, everyone has gotten to know each other better these past few days, so Iris wouldn't easily give others the cold shoulder.

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

Of course, it was mainly because Britta was there; the knights had the desire to steal but not the courage.

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

When Leon first met Iris, she almost gave him the cold shoulder, even though it was Iris who initiated the conversation.

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

Others occasionally engage in conversation, 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 does so without blinking, sometimes for a long time. It seems your charm is truly too strong; even the former most beautiful woman in the capital cannot resist your allure."

He was full of praise 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 Maggie first and patted her on the shoulder.

"Macchiato, the delicious roast meat is here."

Suddenly, Maggie stood up.

"where is it?"

Chapter 151 I've discovered that I can understand Master Machiru's mindset!

"Inside your belly."

When Maggie Lu saw it was Leon, she immediately flew into a rage:

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

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

"Hmph! You definitely wouldn't dare!"

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

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

Maggie's face stiffened.

"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 emanating from Britta'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; one cannot tell anything from outward appearances.

But Maggie wasn't satisfied and tried to find some other crucial 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 with the drool at the corner of your mouth?"

Lyon asked with a smile.

Maggie quickly wiped her mouth, but after a few wipes, she realized her mouth was clean. She immediately flew into a rage:

"Are you kidding me?"

"It's not that I'm trying to trick you, it's just that it's too obvious that you've been sleeping in."

Leon walked over to Iris and woke her up.

Iris'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 you are? You're always surrounded by beauties throwing themselves at you. Maybe you shouldn't have tried to smooth things over back then. It wouldn't have been so bad if you had just let Lady Timia win him over, would it? He wouldn't have lost out this way. 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 you're seduced, 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 worked up."

"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 tries to be funny, they're just a clown in a circus. 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 been talking 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'll never make such a boring joke again."

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

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

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

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