You are all my wings!

Could it be that one can also obtain divine energy?

Lyon began to look forward to it.

……

"Ah, I'm so tired. Healing so many people in a row, even with the help of monster flesh to restore my magic power, the mental burden is really not easy to bear."

Iris and Britta walked back to the tent side by side.

After working for most of the day, eating meat and casting spells at the same time, I finally got it done.

Because there are many wounded and their problems are diverse, it's not enough to just cast spells randomly; we must observe them carefully and determine the scope of the cure.

Firstly, it saves magic power, and secondly, it reduces the overall mental burden.

The two fought the entire second half of the battle and then participated in the healing operation throughout, so it's no wonder that Iris complained a bit.

However, when Iris observed Britta's face, she noticed that she did not appear to be tired, and couldn't help but be surprised:

"Breita, why do you look so tired? Could it be that divine energy is helping in this regard?"

"almost."

Britta nodded slightly.

"Wow, I really envy you for being blessed by the gods."

"You have Lyon by your side, isn't that not bad?"

"Huh, you actually said that?"

Iris stared wide-eyed, a look of astonishment on her face.

"What's strange about it?"

"Breita asked calmly."

You seem a bit strange today.

"No, you're mistaken. I've always been like this."

Britta said calmly.

Iris touched her ear, lost in thought.

Why does it seem like Britta suddenly has something on her mind?

And the strangest thing is that she actually said Leon was mine?

Didn't she also have feelings for Leon?

Am I imagining things?

Iris was completely baffled.

During their conversation, the two stepped into the tent.

Considering the awkward situations that had occurred before, Iris was extra cautious, lowering her footsteps as she carefully opened the tent flap.

The result was a relief to her; both Maggie and Leon were meditating.

Chapter 210 Your Excellency, if it's convenient, could you please tell me your address?

As soon as Iris lifted the curtain, she saw Leon open his eyes as if he had sensed something.

"Hey, Leon, aren't you meditating?"

"Just finished practicing."

"That's great. I was just thinking of chatting with you to relieve my boredom. I feel that this would make it easier to relieve mental stress."

Iris was very happy and skipped over to Lyon's side.

Her feelings weren't fake; flirting worked on both Leon and her.

Similarly, Machiru can also benefit from mental sharing.

Lyon's gaze shifted, and he noticed that Britta had quietly found a seat and sat down without saying a word.

Huh, why isn't she saying a word?

His expression seemed a bit strange.

What bad thing happened to her outside?

Lyon thought for a moment, then remained silent.

Don't go near people who are in a bad mood unless you have to; this is an ironclad rule of social interaction.

Of course, if you're feeling down, having the right person comfort you can be very effective and easily increase your favorability.

The problem is that Britta is clearly in a bad mood, which is different from being depressed.

In this way, he chatted with Iris for a while, which also helped him relieve the fatigue of just entering the sharing mode.

It seems that Maggie Lu is able to persevere even now because she is often subjected to mental pollution; all those years of suffering have not been in vain.

Her potential for spiritual power must be very high.

Lyon, who had lived two lives, also paid great attention to meditation and thought he had a good tolerance for stress, but seeing Maggie's condition, he knew he still needed to train.

They've been subjected to mental pollution from a young age, while I'm just starting out and there's still so much for me to catch up on.

After chatting intimately with Iris for a while, Leon quickly felt much of his previous mental burden ease.

awesome.

Even without flirting, it still had some effect.

It is evident that a person can receive sufficient mental nourishment simply by chatting casually with someone they like.

They hadn't been talking for long when a soft yet deep and powerful voice came from outside the tent:

"Lord Lyon, are you there?"

It's Langley.

Did she come to fulfill her promise?

"I'm here."

Is anyone else inside? Is it okay for me to come in?

Langley's slightly ambiguous words drew two glances.

One is Iris next door, and the other is Britta not far away.

It seems that although Britta is in a bad mood, she is still normally concerned about what is happening in the outside world.

"Everyone's here, please come in."

After thinking for a moment, Lyon said this.

Judging from Langley's tone, it seemed inconvenient to explain in public.

Langley lifted the curtain and came in, her gaze unconsciously sweeping around her.

"Ah, Your Majesty, you are here. My apologies."

She seemed surprised that Britta had returned and hurriedly bowed.

"Ah."

Britta responded calmly, her eyes indifferent.

Langley seemed a little embarrassed, and she said:

"Your Excellency Lyon, it's like this, I'm here to explain the situation regarding the accidental injury incident from last time."

"I guess so, so what's the conclusion?"

"The situation is rather complicated. Let me first state a few things that I am certain of."

"You said."

Langley began her explanation without looking to the side.

"First, regarding the last hunting operation, the people I witnessed who were involved in 'accidentally injuring' Miss Machiru were Remy, the vice-captain of the third squadron of the second regiment, and Tennessee, whom you met before. Both of them suddenly encountered accidents during this monster battle and have died."

Was Tennessee among those accidentally injured?

This is interesting.

Did Maggie not discover it before, or was Tennessee too well hidden?

In any case, Lyon knew that his previous speculations had been somewhat validated.

On the contrary, this so-called death seems to be full of suspicious points.

You're saying Tennessee and Remy are both dead?

"Yes, Your Excellency, I just saw the list of the dead in the camp before I arrived."

Langley said seriously.

Lyon stroked his chin; Langley had no reason to lie to him about this.

Has the Silver Badge Magic Phantom Troupe realized the risk of being exposed?

It must be said that these people's disguise skills were indeed quite good.

Kreacher, who was previously identified, was clearly just an outer member, but Tennessee and Remy were very likely key subordinates of core members, or even possibly members of the righteous faction.

"However, do these intelligence reports, and your so-called explanations, not live up to the weight you previously indicated?"

"Your Excellency has keen insight; there is indeed something even more important."

Langley glanced at Britta, gritted her teeth, and said:

"It is said that Remi was only instigated because he heard the rumors that you spied on Her Highness the Princess while she was bathing, and he was angry and wanted to take the opportunity to vent his anger."

Well, that is indeed an awkward topic.

Even though Lyon had already clarified things, the others still turned their attention to him.

Moreover, Britta's gaze was noticeably the coldest.

Hmm? Could her bad mood be related to Ophimasso?

Lyon coughed lightly:

"So, what you witnessed was Tennessee instigating Remy?"

"No, at first I only heard the voice and the background, and I wasn't sure if the person was the Tennessee branch captain. It was only because I noticed his somewhat subtle attitude towards you last time, coupled with the mysterious death of the Tennessee branch captain, that I became certain it was him."

Langley began to explain.

"I understand. Thank you anyway; this information is very important."

"You're too kind, sir. I will never forget your kindness in helping me on so many occasions."

"Is there any other intelligence?"

At this point, Iris interjected with a question.

Langley sensed the subtle hostility in Iris's tone and knew it was time to leave, so she said:

“Your Excellency Lyon, I have said what I needed to say. I hope you will not hold a grudge about what happened last time. I will take my leave now. Excuse me.”

She bowed again in greeting, then turned and left.

As she reached the entrance to the camp, she suddenly seemed to remember something, hesitated for a moment, and then said:

"Your Excellency Lyon, if it's convenient, could you tell me your address? Of course, I don't mean anything by it; it's just a basic courtesy in my family that we must regularly send gifts to our benefactors!"

Her explanation for the second half of the sentence always seemed a bit far-fetched.

However, since she had already said that, Leon had no reason to refuse, so he gave her his address on Colt Street in the South District.

"Yes, sir! What a coincidence! I also live on Colt Street, in the building right across from yours. Let's keep in touch!"

She left happily.

Lyon was embarrassed; this guy couldn't hide his thoughts at all.