You are all my wings!

Terena's heart pounded, and she looked at Leon with disbelief in her eyes.

[Character Therina's affection level +10%, current affection level 36%]

"Hmph, how arrogant! Our family has more than a dozen third-tier spellcasters, who do you think you are? How dare you speak to me like that?"

Madame Monet completely stopped acting; her face turned grim.

"Now you have two choices. First, kneel down and apologize to me, admitting your stupidity and rudeness! Second, let me teach you a lesson and lock you in our family dungeon to reflect on your actions for a few days! Of course, whether the guards take a fancy to your delicate body and torture you, whip you, or beat you during these days is none of my business."

Lyon laughed at Madame Monet's bluntness.

Is that all?

"Ok?"

Madame Monet hadn't expected that despite her fury, the other party wouldn't feel any fear.

She was initially taken aback by the murderous aura in Leon's eyes; such an aura could only be cultivated by someone who had killed hundreds of demons.

But hasn't she also experienced years of fierce battles?

As a fifth-tier mage, even with the help of her family, her rank was still what it was. Shouldn't Leon, as an adventurer, have a deeper understanding of the difference between heaven and earth?

"Alright, Mrs. Monet, I'll give you two choices as well."

Lyon smiled and said:

"First, kneel down and apologize to Terena, admitting your stupidity and arrogance. Second, let me teach you a lesson, then go back to your own dungeon and reflect for a few days. Of course, if you like playing those kinds of tricks, you can have your dungeon guards whip you and poke you, and enjoy the pleasure of this reflection. What do you think?"

Madame Monet was trembling with anger.

With each word Lyon spoke, her face grew darker.

The reason I let Leon finish speaking was simply because I was extremely angry, and I was also curious to see what else Leon could say.

When she heard the words "Let the guards whip her and poke her," she couldn't hold back any longer and suddenly waved her wand, her magic power rapidly gathering.

She was going to teach this arrogant and boastful brat a lesson!

This kid only dared to slap her in the face because he had a good-looking face. She had tolerated him time and time again. She never expected him to dare to do this.

However, just as she was about to cast the spell, she suddenly felt a pain in her fingers, her palm was forced to release, and the feeling of waving suddenly became lighter!

Whoosh! The wand flew out and stuck in the mud in the garden, where the magic power accumulated quickly dissipated.

Madame Monet paused for a moment, then looked at Lyon—

She saw him standing straight up about seven or eight meters in front of her, his beautiful silver hair flowing slowly in the wind, his dark pupils staring directly at her with a sharp intensity. His ordinary formal attire did not conceal his handsomeness; on the contrary, it accentuated his mysterious, unruly, and slightly alluringly aggressive aura, which startled her.

Looking into his hand, a third-tier sheathed short sword trembled slightly, clearly indicating that he had just teleported in front of her, opened her wand, and then teleported back to his original position.

Such agility, such speed, how could a mere third-tier mage achieve that?

This is clearly the level of agility that only a seasoned fourth-tier or even fifth-tier warrior possesses!

Could this guy be another expert in disguise?

It wasn't actually the third-tier mage Leon Belon.

A series of thoughts flashed through Monet's mind, ultimately converging on one question—

Should I cast the spell with my bare hands?

Just then, Leon suddenly chuckled.

"You can't even cast spells at high speed, Madame Monet. What's the difference between you, a fifth-tier mage, and a piece of trash?"

Leon flicked his sheathed short sword and shook his head slightly.

At such close range, if Madame Monet wanted to teach herself a lesson, she would have to cast her spell at high speed.

However, judging from her technique, she certainly couldn't do that.

She even knew herself better than Mina, thinking she was just an ordinary magician.

To be honest, if it were any other third-tier spellcaster, even with Madame Monet's casting speed, it wouldn't reach the level of high-speed casting without incantation.

However, it is entirely possible to quickly chant a phrase and then swiftly execute a move.

Unfortunately, he was facing Leon, whose agility had already exceeded 90 points.

Regardless of rank enhancements, in terms of pure attributes, his movement and reaction speed are stronger than most ordinary fifth and sixth rank individuals.

Even with class-specific buffs, fifth and sixth-tier warriors still struggle to maximize their attribute bonuses unless combat skills are involved. In terms of basic reaction speed alone, they still can't surpass Leon.

Of course, there are also those who have honed their combat skills into instinct and integrated them into their daily actions, and can call upon their class buffs at any time. Even if their attributes are slightly inferior, their daily activities are still fast and efficient.

But those who can achieve this level of performance will generally have good basic attributes.

As for spellcasters, their professional advantages are mainly in the spellcasting field, which naturally gives them an advantage over Lyon who lacks reaction speed.

"You hateful brat, just because you have some skills, you dare to humiliate me like this?"

Madame Monet said bitterly:

"Who are you? Why are you doing this on purpose? Did you send that bitch Timia?"

Timia?

Upon hearing the familiar name, Leon paused for a moment.

Have these two people ever crossed paths?

There probably is, but the conflict between the two is at most a conflict within the social circle of wealthy women.

Moreover, Madame Monet was so much older.

Leon shook his head and said:

"Madame Monet, I reiterate, do not engage in any more underhanded tactics or impose any restrictions on Therena, otherwise—"

Suddenly, a clanging sound was heard!

A sharp glint of sword light flashed in the dark night!

The sword was drawn and sheathed in an instant.

"What happens to your hair is what happens to you in the future."

As Leon's voice came from afar, Lady Monnet realized that Leon and Terenas were no longer visible in the distance.

Turning around to look in the direction of the sound, they saw that Leon had already appeared outside the mansion carrying Therena. The light at the entrance shrouded his back, and only his straight body outline could be seen.

In the blink of an eye, she saw that tall, straight figure vanish in a flash.

No, what he just said about the fate of hair, what fate did it have?

As she turned her head, a strand of hair at her temple broke lightly and floated to the ground.

Her pupils suddenly contracted, and her body stiffened slightly.

It was too fast. It wasn't until the cold touch on her forehead came with a delay that she realized she couldn't use her casting speed to suppress Leon at close range... no, she couldn't activate defensive magic the instant he drew his sword.

A long-forgotten fear crept into my heart.

Chapter 248 You're only 11 years older than me, I can't be your daughter!

At the doorstep, Terena, who had been being held, was put down on the ground by Leon.

She found it difficult to describe her feelings.

This is a phenomenon that has never occurred since she gained 'wisdom'.

Even when Leon put her down in his arms, she suddenly felt as if she had experienced what 'loss' meant.

However, Lyon remained silent after leaving the mansion.

After holding it in for a while, Terena finally called out to Leon before he left.

"and many more!"

"how?"

Terenas's words caught in her throat.

She actually wanted to ask why Leon was so strong, but then she remembered what Leon had said before, and realized that many things could be observed.

With my brain being so smart, I'm sure I can figure out the reason!

So she withdrew her intention to ask a question and focused her thoughts on one point again.

"Aren't you going to tell me I'm leaving?"

"Do not……"

"No what? No?"

"Thank you."

"That's all?"

Terena's face flushed slightly; her youthful features were quite adorable.

"Anyway, thank you."

"Yes, I've received your interest. Remember, what I just did was only part of my investment. After all, I need to protect my investment projects from external influences, right?"

"Yes, you are right."

"So don't just say thank you, give something tangible in return."

"Substantial returns?"

"Yes, like giving me a loving hug. You know what, I've wanted a daughter as beautiful and smart as you for a long time."

"Daughter? You're only 11 years older than me, I can't be your daughter!"

For some reason, Terena reacted strongly.

Leon smiled and reached out to pat her head.

She didn't object and just let Leon touch her, only lowering her head slightly and focusing her gaze on her toes.

"gone."

When Terena looked up again, she found that Leon had disappeared from sight.

At that moment, she clearly understood that feeling.

It was similar to, yet different from, the feeling of witnessing my mother leave home countless times.

This time, it was more profound.

So, this feeling is called 'loss'.

She tiptoed to unlock the door and walked back to her little home.

……

On the morning of the fourth day, Lyon was preparing to leave home.

Bang! ! !

Bisji pounced on her.

"That damn Leon, he's been leaving early and coming home late lately, why is he ignoring me?"

Leon yawned, pressing his hand against Bisquie's forehead.

"After all, I'm different from you. I have a lot of things to do. Oh well, it should be fine tonight. So, have you found out any useful information recently?"

"Information? I've heard a lot about it. I wonder which aspect you'd like to hear about?"

When Bisquie heard that Leon was willing to talk a little more, she stuck out her tongue excitedly like a puppy that had been given food, and her eyes suddenly lit up.

Lyon was speechless; this guy's sultry, chaste look was truly frightening.

"Let me tell you a few things you think are important. By the way, if it's related to my rumors, don't say anything. I've already heard different versions from many people."

“Then let me tell you one. Didn’t you ask me to keep an eye on the legions under the border lord of Xibang Kanbita? A couple of days ago, a fourth-tier barbarian warrior named Camille came along too. This guy is actually the commander of a small branch legion.”

Although the title of Border Earl is only that of an earl, due to the importance of the legions under his command, his rank is slightly higher than that of a court marquis without a fief, and slightly lower than that of a duke or prince.

Therefore, generally only spellcasters of the fifth rank or warriors of the sixth rank can be granted the title of border earl.