You are all my wings!

The two looked at them with astonishment.

Herwiz smiled, her rose-red lips curving into a subtle arc, and then stepped inside.

"Good morning, cunning Leon Belon, and my dear niece Iris, it's been a long time."

Chapter 372 Iris: Damn it, let go of Leon!

Good morning, beautiful fairy lady.

Leon protected Iris and nodded slightly.

Hervé's eyes flickered: "You're very calm. So it was you who caused the situation with Bai Shaqilai."

"Madam is joking. My composure is innate and has nothing to do with anything else."

Lyon remained calm and composed, responding without showing any emotion.

"That's not necessarily true. Tell me, what did you say to Bai Shaqilai?"

"I was just talking nonsense, I have no idea what she thinks."

"So you'd rather be tortured before you tell the truth?"

Herwiz stepped into the cell, the composite door paused for a moment, and then clicked shut automatically.

Noticing this, Leon's eyes flickered slightly.

The timing of the opening and closing of the composite door is different from that of Bai Shaqi Lai.

When Bai Shaqilai entered, the door closed quickly, while when Helvie entered, the door paused for a second or two longer.

This difference may be because the cell was used by Bai Shaqilai, and she was more skilled at controlling it.

This might be a point that can be exploited.

"Madam, you're joking. I don't even know who you are."

Lyon continued to dodge the question.

Although Iris, standing behind him, found it strange that the fallen dark elf in front of her called her niece, she remained silent, maintaining the tacit understanding she always shared with Leon.

What's really strange is that, for some reason, she felt an intense aversion to Herwiz the moment she saw her, and found it hard to resist.

This made Iris even more nervous, wondering what kind of person this was.

Herwiz smiled:

"What, you think you're valuable enough that I won't kill you?"

Lyon said:

"Madam, I really don't know what you're talking about. Of course, if you can let us go, Iris and I will be extremely grateful, after all, you and Iris were once of the same race, weren't you?"

He pretended to be stupid and played the emotional card, naturally because this was the only option he had at the moment.

Herwiz's identity is most likely that of Hamra's husband's sister.

The reason I say "highly likely" is because Leon didn't know about the relationship between Helvie and Iris at first.

In the original storyline, because Hamra's father died early, and Elise's storyline in the second part did not intersect much with Helvie, the final boss, the relationship between the two was not clearly shown.

However, considering all the past events and how Helwirz addressed her, Hamra and Helwirz must have had a good relationship when they were young.

Hervez was more than thirty years older than Hamra, which in pure-blood elves is only equivalent to a three or four-year age difference in humans.

Therefore, it is conceivable that Hamra's fall under the curse of corruption was likely related to Helvie.

It's even possible that Helvies made rapid progress after her fall, advancing to Legendary and Epic ranks in one fell swoop, far surpassing Hamra's progress, and she wanted to bring another person into her fallen companionship.

Fortunately, although Leon didn't know Helvie and her family, he did know enough about her personal situation. After all, she was the final boss of the second movie, and he had all the necessary information to help him.

"Playing the emotional card?"

Herwiz strode over.

Long, slender, fair legs peeked out from the opening in her skirt as she walked.

then.

With a sudden stomp of his black leather boots, he slashed through the air and slammed into the wall.

BOOM!!!

The entire cell shook with a loud bang.

Lyon's full head of silver hair was also blown wildly by the strong wind from the kick.

Herwiz's long, white legs dangled over his shoulder, brushing against his ear. Before him was the cleavage of her abdomen, faintly visible through the thin fabric of her black dress. It was a scene that stirred the imagination, yet Leon felt a chill run down his spine.

This guy's power generation technique is clearly superior to that of a typical pure-blooded elf.

Generally speaking, pure-blooded elves are primarily spellcasters.

And Herwiz, if he remembered correctly, was also a spellcaster.

But the technique he just used to exert force was clearly superior to that of most warrior-type powerhouses.

Whether it's a concealed attack or a swift and sudden burst of power, it should not be underestimated.

Although Lyon was surprised by Helvie's physical skills, he remained expressionless.

This is his basic skill. As a seasoned con artist, facial expression management is a fundamental skill. No matter how emotionally out of control he is, he will not reveal any flaws.

Helvie leaned down, keeping her thighs against the wall, hooked her hand under Leon's chin, and said with a smile:

"To remain so calm in the face of my kick, what an alluring boy. No wonder my niece is so infatuated with you, even abandoning her pure-blooded nobility."

Iris finally couldn't hold back any longer and glared at Helvie:

"who are you?"

"Me? I've already told you you're my niece, and you still can't guess? Didn't Hamra tell you that your deceased father had an older sister?"

Iris's eyes flickered slightly, then she shook her head:

“I’ve never heard my mother mention it.”

"That's a real pity. All these years I've often thought about her, even dreaming of taking her with me into the paradise of fallen elves, overcoming the shackles of the sacred tree, and together achieving the great feat of becoming a demigod."

Herwiz looked regretful.

Leon leaned back, freeing himself from Helvie's fingers that were hooking his chin, and feigned a sudden realization, saying:

"So you are the once-renowned epic master of the continent, the Aurora Elf Herviez."

Herwiz's gaze shifted to Lyon:

"Did you really just recognize me? Or were you pretending... Never mind, it doesn't matter. I am indeed Helvie, you really do know me. This will make it easier to move the conversation forward."

What topic would you like to advance?

"As you can see, Bai Shaqilai is indeed under my control, and I need her to accomplish some things. I originally thought she was quite capable and would be able to extract some key information from you, but you made her realize my mind control, causing me to fail at the last minute. Since you have helped her break free, then Leon Belon, how about you become my mind puppet? Come on, obediently become my person."

Hervé's voice doesn't have much of a seductive quality; rather, it's more of a coercive one.

As he spoke, a hidden and dangerous glint flashed in his eyes, and black flames burned fiercely at the tips of his ears.

"You jest. If I become your mind puppet, while it's undeniable that you'll steal a lot of information, even more hidden information will be left deep in my memory. And as a mind puppet, I won't be able to use my true wisdom to advise you, will I?"

"So tell me, what is your value? What kind of strategies can you offer?"

"First of all, I am a miracle astrologer. I wonder if Bai Shaqilai has mentioned this to you?"

"No."

"So, was it Bai Shaqilai's idea to capture me in the first place, or was it Your Excellency's idea?"

"Her idea is because she considers you a key person."

Herwiz remained composed and casually answered Lyon's question.

She was extremely capable and could easily overwhelm anyone in this situation, so she was in the mood to listen to Leon's self-recommendation.

After all, the fact that he could see that Bai Shaqilai was under mind control, gain her trust, and then awaken her—all of which was accomplished during her imprisonment—shows that this person is indeed extraordinary and worth listening to.

"Is that so? I think it was you who initially prompted her to come to me."

Upon hearing this, Helwiz's gaze shifted downwards:

"Interesting. I don't know any divination techniques, so how do you think I was the one who made this happen?"

"Although you don't know divination, you can still extract information from Bai Shaqilai's memories using your professional skills. You can even uncover information that she didn't pay attention to. Of course, Bai Shaqilai is also deceived by you, which will lead to the loss of a lot of memories. This is why you didn't come to interrogate me personally in the first place, because your methods are too domineering. For example, using poison to hunt monsters is efficient and yields great results, but you can't bring yourself to do it."

Lyon said slowly.

This is the professional flaw of a mind puppeteer: when things get intense, they can control a group of low-level individuals in a single encounter.

However, because her control methods were not gentle enough and were too forceful, although she could obtain a certain amount of information while controlling the other party, she would also lose more in the process.

Lyon deduced that Herwiz learned more about herself from the divination memories of Baisaqilai.

As for Baisaqilai, in the end, all that remains is the monotonous impression that 'Lion Belon is involved in every future moment of destruction'.

This explains to some extent why the future vision that Bai Shaqilai described only featured Leon and no other female characters.

"What a wonderful metaphor for poisoning one's prey."

Herwiz laughed loudly.

She leaned forward and backward, as if she had encountered something extremely happy.

As she laughed, she suddenly leaned her face close to Leon's ear, stuck out her scarlet tongue, and slowly traced it along Leon's ear.

The hot breath sprayed into Leon's cochlea, giving him a slight itch.

"What a charming boy. I love intelligent people like you. I really want to devour you."

Iris was furious, and for some reason, a feeling of disgust in her heart made her hate Herwiz very much.

Just as she was about to make a move, her body was suddenly suppressed by some invisible force, and her slender body was forced to lie on the ground, unable to move.

"Damn it, let go of Leon!"

Leon did not make a move because he was also bound by an invisible force and could not move.

She could only let Herwiz manipulate her body as she pleased.

"Your taste is rather perverse."

Lyon said calmly.

"A perverse sense of humor? This is not even my forte. Little boy, you are still too young and have not yet seen my true strength."

Herwiz withdrew from her position, pulling her long legs back from the wall and standing gracefully.

“Continue, Leon Belon. You’ve just demonstrated a little about your knowledge of classified intelligence. Now you have to prove whether your strategizing skills are enough to make me refrain from killing you.”

As she spoke, Herwiz licked her rose-colored lips:

"Of course, if you want me to eat you, I'd be even more happy to do so."

Lyon knew that what this guy meant by "eating" was definitely not eating in the lewd sense.

After all, as the big boss, if she really wanted to devour him, her favorability rating would be at least 20%, which should be enough to unlock the panel.

It hasn't been opened yet, which shows that the "like" she talks about is a different kind of "like".

As far as Lyon knew, after Helvies fell into darkness, she gained the ability to devour the wisdom and spirituality of the wise.

Yes, literally.

The Mind Puppet Master originally did not possess this ability, but after she fell into darkness and became a dark elf, worshipping the Night Goddess Telfara, her professional abilities were greatly enhanced. She could devour a person's intelligence and spirituality, turning it into nourishment to resist the bloodline curse, and offering most of that intelligence and spirituality to the Night Goddess.

Although the pure-blooded elves are a powerful race, their advancement path is already passively planned due to the limitations of the Sacred Tree.

All pure-blooded elves who choose a profession other than the prescribed one will be unable to advance further.

At that time, Hervé showed rebellious thinking in her childhood. She was unwilling to follow the prescribed path to advancement and went out to travel at a very young age. At the sixth level, she changed her profession to a mind puppeteer by chance and became obsessed with manipulating people's hearts, going further and further astray.

Finally, before she could ascend to Legendary status, she realized that the pure-blooded elves were bound by the Holy Tree. So she resolutely chose to reverse her bloodline and fall into darkness, thus successfully breaking free from the Holy Tree's shackles and becoming a Legendary. More than forty years ago, she successfully ascended to Epic status.

With her manipulative skills, she has reached the pinnacle of epic power, ranking second only to Moripe in strength.

Of course, the reason why it is not as good as Moripe is mainly due to the elemental advantage.