You are all my wings!

"The Phantom Walker?"

She frowned and muttered something under her breath.

Then, her figure flashed and disappeared again.

Not far away, Lyon had just leaped up from the ground when he noticed a gust of wind coming from ahead.

The speed, angle, and force of this gale are simply unbelievable.

He recognized it; it was M'shifisu's fifth-tier combat skill, Wind Breaker Pursuit!

BOOM!!!

Leon activated a water-based defensive shield in front of him, taking the hit head-on.

After all, it is a fifth-tier combat skill, only half a level weaker than a higher-tier magic, and it is a powerful move that can severely injure fifth-tier monsters!

If the attacker hadn't been relatively weak and if the skill hadn't been more focused on tracking and locating enemies, Leon wouldn't have been able to catch it in his haste.

Even though he caught the attack, his body was still propelled by the fierce impact, flying backward uncontrollably like a cannonball for more than twenty meters.

Immediately afterwards, his body crashed into the rear tent.

Bang bang bang!

A series of crashing sounds reached Leon's ears; he felt that he must have knocked over quite a few things while flying backwards.

Once the impact subsided, he instinctively rolled to dissipate the force, and then leaped into the air.

The next moment, two naked, fair-skinned, and beautiful bodies appeared before them.

As you can see, the two women were also surprised, so much so that they instinctively and without any cover stood up from the bathtub, which allowed Leon to see their two white bodies clearly in the rising steam.

Absolutely brilliant.

Hmm, Ophelia is more well-endowed than expected, so fair-skinned...

At that moment, whether it was strange or absurd, the first thought that popped into his mind was this.

Only after this thought did he realize what the current situation meant.

He had come to confirm Orpheus's attitude toward the rumor and, incidentally, to gather other information.

This is bad news; the fake peeping seems to have really turned into real peeping!

Have you had enough of Chapter 214?

As you can see, there are subtle differences in their expressions.

Timia's expression was a mixture of surprise and amusement, while Ophimasso's was a mix of shock and annoyance, with a hint of shyness in her eyes. However, Leon was unsure, as Ophimasso's gaze changed quickly and had now returned to its usual annoyance.

"Gentlemen, please let me explain..."

boom!!!!!

Timia suddenly cast a spell. She raised her slender hand and a thick surge of energy, intertwined with ice and fire, shot out, creating a thunderous sound as it tore through the air.

It is the rudimentary combination magic passed down in the von Teyhes family: the Dual Tide of Ice and Fire!

It perfectly combines the power of ice and fire, and has an extremely high destructive effect on metal objects.

With Timia's fifth-tier blessing, this magic's power is undoubtedly comparable to that of a mid-level spell, and it also has the advantage of high-speed casting.

Clearly, this is a basic attack-level ultimate move that Timia has specially practiced to quickly defeat heavy opponents.

Leon intended to dodge, but stopped after sensing the direction of the spell.

Because the direction of this magic was towards another fleeting figure outside the tent curtain.

Mshifisu!

Bang! ! ! ! !

The surging tide of ice and fire struck Mshifisu, but it passed through and continued to flow out without stopping, creating a strange landscape where one side was frozen and the other was charred.

That was just an afterimage of M'shifisu.

"Such fast dodging speed!"

Timia frowned.

Beside him, Ophimosa had already stepped out of the bathtub, her long, wet golden hair trailing behind her fair back. She stood there naked, her gaze serious as she picked up the Dragon Slayer Sword placed beside her, intently awaiting the enemy's attack.

She stood not far from Lyon, and the large double balls bounced up and down as she moved.

Timia also leaped up, grabbed her magic robe, and quickly put it on.

Then she threw the underwear to Ophimosa.

"The assassin has already escaped. Hurry up and get dressed; the patrolling knights are coming."

Ophie Marceau then realized something. She glared at Leon fiercely, without trying to hide it, since the assassin could return at any time. She quickly lifted her long white legs and put on her underwear.

It's worth mentioning that Orpheus's underwear all have lace trim, and although it looks like it's made of a thin material, you can see even more details through it...

Timiya's outfit was rather plain, just ordinary bright yellow boxer shorts.

Of course, both of them have great figures, each with their own charm and exquisite beauty.

Ophelia has a longer and more streamlined figure, and her collarbone under her long neck is exceptionally sexy.

His two breasts were firm and upright.

尖。

Upturned.

The rounded buttocks tuck inwards to form a triangle between the thighs, and the back is clean, white, and straight.

Wide hips, long legs.

Those legs look incredibly powerful.

It must be incredibly strong to clamp it.

Timia is slightly shorter than Orpheus by about half a head and also has a large frame, but her figure does not appear bulky. Instead, her slender waist gives her a perfectly balanced plumpness, and her skin looks very elastic.

The ball under the shoulders is large, with classic slender branches bearing abundant fruit, and is rounder than that of Orpheus.

The central halo was a delicate pink, perfectly complementing her vibrant lip color.

Further down, you can see the slightly plump side profile of the buttocks.

It was unusually white, not snow-white, but flesh-white, giving it a very healthy look.

It must feel very bouncy and chewy when you squeeze it.

"Have you seen enough, Lyon?"

Timia was already dressed and gave him a flirtatious wink.

Since there's no escaping it anyway, Lyon might as well watch.

So he crossed his arms and slowly appreciated the artwork as if he were looking at a piece of art in a gallery.

"I haven't seen enough. After all, both of your bodies are works of art bestowed upon humanity by the gods. How can one say they've had enough of a work of art created by the gods?"

Lyon nodded.

He's basically a dead pig that doesn't fear boiling water; the facts are there, and there's no room for sophistry.

Royal protocol dictates that what matters is the observed facts, not the reasons.

It's better to be more open and honest, and then consider how to communicate with these two people later.

Theoretically, while Ophie Marceau's feelings for him weren't quite at the point where they could become lovers, they weren't so strong that she would be so angry as to kill him.

Next, it depends on how well you can adapt to changing circumstances.

"You're quite the smooth talker; I find it very pleasing to the ear. If that's the case, then how about I take another bath for you to see?"

Lady Timia swaggered over, a seductive laugh in her voice.

"No, it was an accident before, but now it doesn't seem like an accident anymore."

"The accident may seem like an accident, but do you think you're in a good position right now?"

Timia extended her index finger and gently lifted Leon's chin.

Leon didn't flinch, and met Timia's gaze.

"Lady Timia, what do you think I should do?"

"It doesn't matter to me. Actually, I don't care how many times you look at me. After all, I'm not a member of the royal family, so I don't have that concern. However, if you want to take responsibility for this, I'd be quite happy to do so."

Timia said with a smile.

"So, Your Highness, how do you intend to deal with me?"

Beside her, Ophimasso, with the help of a tall, slender maid (Bigas) who rushed over, put on her riding clothes and walked over with a slightly flushed face.

Note that although her face was slightly flushed, it was more like the burning sensation from her body after bathing in a hot spring.

On her face at that moment, Lyon saw more annoyance than anything else.

This made his heart skip a beat, realizing that the situation was not simple.

He'd already been caught red-handed. He could run away, but he couldn't hide forever. If he really ran, he'd probably become a wanted criminal in the capital.

While this might be a viable option, Leon doesn't want to leave this only human kingdom until things have a chance to turn around.

At the very least, he won't consider leaving until he reaches a certain level of strength.

Because territories outside of human habitation are more dangerous and troublesome.

"Dispose of?"

Ophim sneered:

"If you weren't my savior and one of the heroes who helped suppress this monster tide, I would have cut off your head right now."

Although she sneered, Leon immediately knew that the favorability rating was enough to save his life.

If the same scene were to happen to someone else, it would probably be gone by now.

Judging from the tone, the favorability rating is just enough to save him; what happens next depends on his own performance.

If you have a 70% or 80% or higher level of favorability, you're probably all set.

Just then, several sixth-level experts rushed over from outside the tent.

From the time the incident occurred until Ophimasso got dressed, less than half a minute had passed; their actions were remarkably swift.

The first person to enter was Molen Sword King. As soon as he entered, he saw Leon, the bathtub that had not yet been put away, and the clothes and bath products that had been taken off.

He was immediately stunned—

Could the rumors I heard today be true?

The same thought flashed through the mind of the long-lance king who arrived later.

Following them, other fifth-tier cadres arrived one after another.

As more and more people gathered, Ophimasso immediately coughed lightly:

"I'm fine here. The assassin is wandering around the outskirts. You all go and search for him. Just leave Timmya to him."

Molun Sword King and his companions exchanged glances and silently retreated.

Chapter 215: Maybe it's just some romantic plaything between a couple?

After being dismissed by Ophimasso, the several sixth-tier individuals began to communicate with each other.

Grand Magician Tang De: "Are we just leaving like this? Why didn't that young man Lyon leave?"

Said Long Spear King: "What else do you want if I don't leave you? That scene looks absolutely wonderful. You're just an old codger who's never even touched a woman's hand. You wouldn't understand."

"???"

The Great Magician Tang De blushed: "How could I not have touched a woman's hand? My deceased mother, my neighbor's newborn daughter, which one haven't I touched?"