You are all my wings!

Of course, this is also why I didn't use the same drastic measures as I did last time to provoke Tumoria. Not only did I use sarcastic words, but I also pointed out what she disliked most and used interference and fraud to make underhanded moves.

After all, Tumoria was only a strong sixth-tier. Although she was very strong, even if I couldn't beat her in a head-on confrontation, I would most likely not get injured.

Now that it has advanced to the next level, its abilities have greatly increased, and its light properties are already quite formidable, making it even more formidable.

But when facing those above the legendary level, he won't play with fire unless absolutely necessary.

When using provocation tactics, you have to make sure you don't go too far and provoke the other person to anger.

"Thank you for your praise, Your Excellency. I am very grateful. In fact, just being able to look up at your magnificence and grandeur from the foot of the mountain would make my life complete."

This was, of course, Lyon's flattery.

However, his skills were already superb, and even with such fake lines, he still spoke them very sincerely, as if he were truly trembling with fear.

"However, having hope means you have the potential, but you still need to walk the right path that matches your own talents in order to go higher and higher. Otherwise, you are just wasting your potential and your future will always be limited. What you are doing now is clearly going against the right path."

Molly commented in a slow, deliberate voice.

Lyon's heart skipped a beat. Was the main event about to begin?

"Please enlighten me, Your Excellency, Great Saintess. In what ways have I deviated from the righteous path?"

He still wore that impeccably respectful face.

"First, you are clearly very talented, so why can't you control your desires and always linger around many women? Just now I saw many beautiful young women around you."

Mouripet's voice softened, and she looked like she was doing it for your own good.

Lyon was puzzled, but he continued to listen anyway.

"Secondly, since you are Britta's advisor, she will surely succeed me in this position in the future. You also need to prepare for becoming the High Priestess in the future. You should cultivate yourself carefully, study magic, and master the doctrines of the gods, so that when Britta ascends the throne, you will not be able to fulfill this role. Wouldn't that be terrible?"

Mouripe continued speaking, seemingly genuinely regarding Lyon as a trusted confidant of Britta without any problems:

"Third, I heard that this cleanup plan was proposed by you? While the plan is good, it has some flaws. Have you considered them?"

At this point, Molly finally paused.

Lyon respectfully continued:

"Please enlighten me, Your Excellency the Great Saintess."

He had no intention of using his wits on Moriarty; he just wanted to get out of the car as quickly as possible, so he had a bored look on his face that said, "Don't test me anymore."

After all, no one knew what she was testing.

This woman is very difficult to deal with.

Mouripet hadn't expected Leon to have no intention of making a move, and her usually mild voice softened slightly:

"Do you know why, despite our overwhelming strength compared to the remnants of the school, we have never launched a further purge operation, allowing them to grow stronger?"

Lyon felt a slight stirring in his heart; this was indeed a mystery.

Although, from Britta's perspective, the location of the school's headquarters is not easy to find, given that they frequently relocate.

Everything leaves a trace. If Mouripe were to issue the order as acting pope, the manpower and resources she would mobilize would far exceed those of Britta. It would only be a matter of time before they were found.

In other words, eradicating the school of thought against Britta was extremely difficult.

But for Mollypee, while it was challenging, it wasn't a major issue.

"Because they're useful?"

Lyon tentatively asked if the so-called usefulness was related to the power of life, the theory of immortality, and the mysteries that the alchemy of life could reach.

Mouripe nodded slightly: "That's one thing, and then what?"

"Related to the slave industry?"

Lyon asked again.

Although he didn't want to show it, these things seemed unrelated to his seduction... no, his relationship with Britta, and he didn't want to keep asking for advice and then get rudely received by Moripert, so saying a little something appropriate shouldn't be a problem.

When she heard the words "slave industry," Moripert's gaze toward Leon changed slightly.

Lyon could sense that it was a gaze that held more attention than before.

"You are indeed talented."

Mouripe sighed softly, then said:

"However, why is it that someone as talented as you has absolutely no clue about this so-called slander against you?"

Chapter 351 Lyon: Your indulgence over the years has already created numerous evils!

Are they waiting for me here?

However, the attack wasn't particularly fierce, Lyon said:

"Your Excellency is too kind. I only have some understanding of the world situation, but this slander is truly a matter of complex human nature that is difficult to fathom."

"Is that so? You're quite stubborn. Tumoria, Britta, come here for a chat."

Mouripe called out softly.

Lyon felt a chill run down his spine. They were doing this before the big battle?

A moment later, Britta and Tumoria stepped into the carriage one after the other.

The carriage was quite spacious. Two saintesses sat opposite Lyon, one on each side. One had a delicate and elegant face, while the other had a neutral yet gentle face. They both looked slightly bewildered as they gazed at Lyon.

It seems neither of the two women knew what tricks Molly Pepper was up to.

Both faces looked incredibly delicious; if it weren't for the occasion, Lyon would definitely have taken a bite out of them.

But now all he can say is, wow, wow!

Not only this side, but the women outside the car also started paying attention to what was happening inside.

After all, it was quite suspicious to have three women and one man gathered in a carriage that was almost completely closed off and whose interior was not visible.

If it weren't for the fact that the Holy Maiden of the Vatican is known for her purity, almost everyone with a wild imagination would suspect that this wasn't some kind of lewd four-person gathering.

Maggie and Iris had already quietly moved a short distance away, listening intently.

Even Mshifisu noticed something was wrong, stopped what he was doing, and looked over.

"Tumoria, you go first."

Inside the car, Mouripet naturally noticed the commotion outside and secretly shook her head. It seemed that Ang Belon had quite a few romantic entanglements. Almost the entire group of women were revolving around him. She wondered what blind these women were to like such a philandering man.

He is indeed excellent, but judging from the results of Moripert's current probing, he doesn't seem to be as good as she knew from the intelligence.

Of course, it's also possible that they genuinely have something to hide and don't want to give themselves away.

Tumoria's heart skipped a beat. What was she going to say?

Actually, she was also confused about being approached. She had originally been looking forward to watching Leon being interrogated by the Great Saintess, but now it was her turn.

She braced herself and asked, "May I ask what Your Highness, the Great Saintess, wishes to say?"

Mouripe smiled slightly: "Just a casual remark. You and Britta have always been at odds, so why are you thinking of fighting alongside her this time to wipe out the Holy Blood School? What's the reason?"

Upon hearing this, Tumoria glanced at Leon out of the corner of her eye.

Lyon is drunk. How come Tumoria's cunning has suddenly become so shallow?

Given her previous acting skills, she shouldn't have given herself away at this point, right?

Or perhaps she was unaware of it, and Molly Pei actually suspected her more?

"There was no clear reason, but I suddenly realized that simply proclaiming miracles within the Papacy is far from enough to spread the gospel of God and convince the masses. Since Britta invited me, I might as well come along. Also, Your Excellency, Britta and I are just discussing matters, not personal matters; in fact, we have a very good relationship."

Tumoria smiled gently, revealing a serene expression, and spoke softly and slowly.

Among the nine holy maidens, she is bold and unrestrained, but she maintains a consistent style whether dealing with outsiders or superiors.

"Is that so? Then why did you glance at Britta's advisor the moment I asked the question? Did your advisor not give you this advice, but Britta's advisor persuaded you instead?"

"I ask you casually."

Tumoria was taken aback. She vaguely understood that the Great Saintess might not think that she and Leon were the ones in trouble.

I'm innocent! This is clearly Britta and him, it has nothing to do with me!

"Your Excellency, I am simply curious as to why he is here."

Tumoria had no choice but to answer in this way.

"Breita, and who were you who orchestrated this cleanup operation?"

Mouripe remained noncommittal, turning her gaze to Britta.

Britta also had a vague feeling that Tumoria had become her scapegoat.

But why?

Where did this misunderstanding originate?

However, this misunderstanding shouldn't become reality, because while she might escape unscathed, Leon was still the central figure. If he were to be found guilty, given Moripert's authority, it was hard to imagine what kind of situation he would face.

Moreover, if a real problem were to arise, she felt that she and Leon should die together, and she had absolutely no intention of letting others suffer the consequences.

"It was me, and it was my decision."

Britta said calmly:

"Of course, as my advisor, Lyon naturally offered a lot of suggestions, and I also believe that this matter is imperative and it is time to eliminate the lingering problems."

Mouriper seemed thoughtful, then said:

"You think it needs to be cleaned up?"

Britta nodded firmly: "Yes."

Leon observed her expression and pondered silently.

Suddenly, a thought crossed his mind: Did Mollypee think this cleanup operation was unnecessary?

With this in mind, Lyon had a way to deflect the conflict, and he said:

"Just now, Your Excellency the Great Saintess mentioned that keeping the Holy Blood School alive would be useful. In other words, the fact that the school wasn't completely eradicated was also Your Excellency the Great Saintess's doing?"

Mouripe narrowed her eyes:

What are you trying to say?

As her voice fell to the ground, an invisible pressure was released.

This oppressive aura is righteous and just, containing the meaning of justice and fairness. It is grand and irresistible, and is obviously related to the principal authority of the goddess Astalia.

In terms of sheer power, it surpasses even Turlongye.

Even though Molipe was nearly two hundred years younger than Turlongye.

Indeed, the difference in strength between having divine protection and not having it is quite significant.

Lyon once again clearly realized that the primary power among humankind was the Papacy, not the royal family.

Even without divine miracles, the sheer number of high-level experts in the Holy See is enough to overwhelm the royal family.

If it weren't for the rise of various female protagonists later on, there would have been no royal family involvement.

Lyon withstood the pressure and smiled:

"Excuse me for asking, but Your Excellency the Great Saintess, you only ascended to the Legendary rank and obtained the title of Acting Pope a few years after the divine punishment more than thirty years ago, right?"

"Yes, what?"

Mouripe wondered why Lyon, who had been so low-key just moments before, was suddenly showing his sharp edge.

However, she didn't dislike this. Compared to the low-key Lyon, she naturally hoped that this strategist under Britta would be a sharp and incisive person, rather than someone who just coasted along like an old hand.

"If that's the case, then perhaps Your Excellency was too focused on cultivation at the time and had a good impression of the school's reputation, so you overlooked the evils the school had committed over the years and were unaware of the extent of its evil and sins! Forgive my bluntness, but Your Excellency's indulgence over the years has created many evils, which will also hinder Your Excellency from becoming a demigod in the future!"

Lyon's voice turned stern.

Britta and Tumoria were stunned for a moment.

They knew Leon was brave and daring, but not to this extent, right?

For some reason, seeing Lyon reprimanding the Great Saintess with such righteous indignation, Britta's heart pounded and her eyes gleamed with a strange light.