You are all my wings!

“I won’t kill you easily. Let me guess what you thought of the moment you closed your eyes. The word was High Priest, wasn’t it? You felt you had fallen into enemy hands, were about to die, and had failed the person who entrusted you with such a great responsibility, right?”

Mshifisu's expression changed slightly.

Chapter 291 It seems I have no choice but to make you my slave.

"Stop pretending to be smart, or people will laugh their heads off."

Mshifisu's eyes returned to calm, as if nothing had happened.

Lyon smiled and said:

"Your acting is not bad, but it's just so-so to me. Judging from your reaction, you really thought of your race's high priest. How loyal you are. You were just being used, yet you can still feel so ashamed before you die."

"Humph!"

Mshifisu turned his head away and did not answer.

Leon reached out and grabbed her fair, delicate chin, forcefully turning her to his side.

I must say, Msifisu's chin feels pretty good to the touch, smooth and soft.

This is also an advantage of the halfling race. Although their lifespan is only half that of humans, they always look very young, with a face full of collagen, no matter what age they are.

This is one of the reasons why they became the most favored race in the slave industry.

M'shfisu was clearly the best among the halflings, with a light yet powerful body and a cold yet beautiful appearance.

In terms of height, she is considered tall among halflings, equivalent to a long-legged mature woman among halflings.

However, they are very small to humans, so they appear to be very cute.

Mshifisu's strength was only double that of a sixth-tier fighter, and even with his impressive technique, he couldn't twist Leon's neck.

She struggled fiercely, but in the end, Leon grabbed her chin and turned her towards him.

She felt even more humiliated, and at the same time, she was somewhat shocked. Not only had her thoughts been easily guessed, but this guy was also stronger than her!

Being beaten both physically and mentally is a truly unpleasant experience.

His agility was clearly three times the limit, and his strength was twice the limit. In terms of weaknesses, I was much worse.

Nearby, Terena stood in a corner of the cave, watching Leon's actions with a speechless expression, feeling extremely annoyed.

However, she didn't say anything. After all, he was a villain who intended to kidnap Leon, so being killed in return wasn't a big deal.

“Miss Mshfisu, it’s nice to see the look of shock on your face.”

A slightly excited smile appeared on Lyon's lips:

"I wonder if you ever expected that you would fall into my hands when you were chasing me around."

In fact, even Leon himself was a little surprised that he had accidentally uttered such a classic villainous line.

It seems that he was also holding back his anger after being chased and suppressed by M'shifisu.

The anger was so intense, and seeing Mushifisu with only half of her lining remaining, revealing most of her beautiful body, was truly unbearable.

He silently repeated "calm down" several times before regaining his composure.

"Alright, let's get back to the main topic. I won't stir up any more trouble between you and your fellow race for now. Anyway, from my perspective as an astrologer, as long as you maintain this mentality of just following orders without thinking things through, you will inevitably be killed by your most trusted halfling teammate in the future."

Lyon made a declaration of fate, which made M'shifisu's expression noticeably uglier.

He didn't continue the topic, but instead said:

"Tell me why you want to hunt down the Second Princess. And is this also why you've come to me?"

Msifisu, who had been held captive by Leon, looked humiliated and naturally didn't want to say a word.

"You don't want to talk? What a pity. It seems I'll have no choice but to make you my slave."

Lyon didn't expect Msifisu to be so stubborn.

This guy truly lives up to his reputation as a halfling intelligence expert; his mental fortitude is completely different from when he captured Machiru.

Of course, Maggie's situation was a bit special at the time. She had just experienced the shock of mental pollution and had not yet recovered, so her mentality was a bit weaker.

"slave?"

Mshifisu reacted strongly, his mind flashing through various humiliating scenes of being forced into different positions and then being brutally spread open.

The pain was excruciating.

Given her pride, she might enjoy it if she took the initiative to confront Leon, since he was quite good-looking and had a terrible personality, which would give her a sense of satisfaction from the punishment.

But to be rejected would be an extreme humiliation.

As a halfling intelligence expert, she was exceptionally talented and frequently sent abroad. Although she hadn't personally experienced those things, she had witnessed countless methods and knew how unbearable such torture and pain could be.

She struggled to her feet, and the power of a sixth-level expert began to erupt, with muscle fibers in her slender white arms coalescing into bundles.

Lyon's rope, made from the sinews of a powerful fifth-tier monster, also swelled up, constantly expanding the space.

"Quiet down."

Lyon slashed with his sword, the tip of which stopped in front of Mshifisu's agate-like eyeball.

"I don't want your beautiful pupils to be ruined like this, right? Miss Msifisu, I have no ill intentions towards you, but why did you have to attack me first? I was just trying to protect myself and make sure you wouldn't send any more members later. If you behave, I will not only spare your life, but I will also help you solve the problem of the large number of halflings being sold into slavery."

Force first, then courtesy – this was Lyon's consistent approach when dealing with prisoners.

It works great for people with high self-esteem.

If you try to reason with someone with a high sense of self-esteem first, then use force, they will often find it difficult to give in. This subtle psychological phenomenon is quite interesting.

Upon hearing Leon say he would help her resolve the issue of halfling slaves, she visibly stopped struggling.

She did not stop struggling as the sword tip approached.

When Lyon brought up the issue of halfling slaves, she stopped moving.

This reaffirmed for Leon that the core driving force behind M'shifisu's entire life was the liberation of those halfling slaves.

In some ways, she and Hamra shared similar aspirations.

However, as the supreme race on the continent (excluding dragons), Hamra's focus is on the liberation of slaves across the entire continent.

As the weakest race on the continent, Mshifisu's focus is on the liberation of the halfling race.

As for where this core drive of hers came from, Leon thought that half of it was the lessons she learned from her slave parents, and the other half was the indoctrination of the high priest.

From a very young age, M'shfisu displayed exceptional agility, and at the age of 7 (equivalent to 14 or 15 years old in human years), he miraculously received the inspiration to become a Wind Thief, which marked a turning point in his life.

By the way, if I remember correctly, M'shifisu should be 21 years old this year (equivalent to 42 years old in human years). As for her appearance, since her appearance is fixed after adulthood, she is about the same as a 21-year-old human. She has shed her childishness and exudes a vibrant and cool beauty.

A 21-year-old reaching the sixth rank seems incredible, but for a halfling who grows at a rapid pace, it's not impossible.

Just like for pure-blooded elves, it is quite common for them to live to be several decades old and still be stuck in the second or third tier. If they don't use various means to speed things up, they can accumulate more attributes at the same tier before advancing to the next tier.

Halflings, on the other hand, have half their innate attribute caps halved, so they require far less time to accumulate them.

Of course, the fact that he was able to master the sixth-tier combat skills and advance to the next tier in just over a decade, and even reach the limit of three times agility, proves that M'shifisu is indeed exceptionally talented and can be considered one of the most talented individuals among the younger generation of halflings.

"So you're willing to cooperate?"

"How can you guarantee that you can help liberate halfling slaves? And how can you guarantee that you have the ability to do such a great feat?"

Mshifisu stared at Lyon and asked slowly.

Chapter 292 Today is your momentary humiliation, but it will be your lifelong glory.

“You should show your sincerity before I make any guarantees, Miss Msifisu.”

Lyon smiled and said:

"Everything has a price, and for prisoners, the price is bound to be heavier."

What do you want?

Msifisu struggled to sit up, her long, slender, and rounded white legs crossed, and she turned to face Leon.

Although she knew this was just wishful thinking, her pride still wouldn't allow her to remain uncooperative.

"I want you."

Mshifisu's expression changed. So, he was still going to kill himself after all?

In that instant, countless humiliating images flashed through her mind again. Because of her previous fantasy, the images that materialized in her mind this time were significantly clearer.

She could even imagine, in the briefest moment of closing her eyes, the strong smells of the future, how powerless her frail waist would be, and how stiff her arms would be.

The thought of these things filled her with sorrow and made it difficult for her to accept.

Just as he was about to firmly refuse—

Suddenly, Lyon said calmly:

"Don't misunderstand, what I want is your loyalty and your following. As for anything else, don't think too much about it. It's undeniable that you are very beautiful, but I never need to coerce women to conquer them."

Upon hearing this, Msifisu breathed a sigh of relief, regardless of whether Lyon was trying to reassure him.

As she breathed a sigh of relief, a strange feeling also arose in her heart.

This feeling was one of partial agreement, because the subtle sense of pride that Leon displayed in his words was something only someone with such extreme pride could perceive.

Then she thought to herself: You don't need to coerce a woman to conquer her? Hmph, a strong woman like me, even if you coerce me, I will never submit!

"You just said that it's a lifelong disgrace for a strong sixth-tier to be defeated by a third-tier like me, but I don't think so. Do you think you lost to me just because you were careless?"

Lyon spoke again.

"Just because of carelessness?"

Mshifisu snorted:

“I have never underestimated you. Before I approached you, I had already investigated your background and battle record. The results were surprising. You have a record of killing powerful fourth-tier monsters multiple times during the monster tide. Although the monsters in the monster tide lose their minds and many skills cannot be used, I will not underestimate you for achieving such results. In fact, I attach great importance to you.”

This surprised Lyon, who said:

"Interesting. So what you call humiliation is that you valued me highly, yet you were still captured by me under such advantageous conditions?"

Msifisu tried to turn her head away, but Leon was still holding her chin, and another of his swords was pressed against her eyes, so she could only close her eyes and remain silent.

Lyon laughed; so this was the real reason why M'shifisu felt so humiliated.

First of all, Mshifisu is no longer an ordinary Tier 6; his combat record is outstanding and his results are remarkable.

This configuration was captured by a third-tier opponent. Putting yourself in Leon's shoes, if he were being utterly defeated by a first-tier opponent and then humiliated naked, he would definitely be furious.

“Miss Msifisu, I can understand you, but I cannot agree with you. In fact, although you are the first sixth-tier opponent I have defeated, you do not understand my strength.”

Leon smiled and said:

“My magic power is more than twice that of yours, and my strength and stamina are also higher than yours. A single mid-level spell can easily break through your defensive equipment. Aside from being able to overwhelm me with agility or suppress me with king-level combat skills, I am nothing to me in other aspects. You should even be proud. You consider losing to me a disgrace, but little do you know that in the future, the world may very well regard this as your life's glory.”

He was implying something.

Msifisu's eyes flickered; she had to admit she was taken aback by Leon's arrogant words.

How strong you become, how famous you become, is the glory of my life as a sixth-level strong warrior becoming your defeated opponent.

She doesn't believe in that kind of thing.

After thinking for a moment, she decided to change the subject and slowly said:

Whether your boasts will come true, or what humiliation I will suffer, is not important for now. Let's talk about how you guarantee you have a way to solve the problem of halfling slaves. Since you've brought this up, if you can really do it, so what if I really become your slave?

Undeniably, Lyon's strength did indeed give her a glimmer of hope.

This also made her willing to endure all the humiliations that might occur in the future and become the slave of this philandering man in front of her.

Of course, if the other party was just lying to her, she would not hesitate to kill herself to avoid being humiliated repeatedly.

"I can't make any guarantees; you can only choose to believe."

Leon shrugged:

"As for whether I can do it, I can promise that I will start doing it the day I become a demigod, because liberating slaves and reducing racial oppression is not only the wish of one of my elders, but also a great undertaking. If I want to become a god, there is no reason not to do it."

Msifisu looked up and stared at Lyon.