You are all my wings!

Because the god of the night she worshipped was long ago denounced as an evil god and disappeared without a trace, and could only be contacted through specific channels, her fame on the continent was far less than that of the goddess of fortune and justice, Ayastalia, so she also acted very discreetly.

Furthermore, her dark elf bloodline is despised by the world, naturally placing her in the category of demons—not a demon, but worse than one.

Therefore, most people feel great fear and disgust when they see her. This has nothing to do with her, but rather with the world's natural aversion to dark elves.

However, the world is fair. Once she meets the requirements for achievements and skills, she can be promoted, regardless of any disdain.

This series of intelligence flashed through Lyon's mind, and he responded:

"You jest, sir. Iris and I are already engaged, and by seniority I am your nephew. How could I do such a thing?"

His words were ambiguous.

"I only think about old feelings now. If someone really gets in my way, I won't talk about this long-abandoned blood relationship."

Herwiz smiled faintly:

"Enough with the nonsense. Tell me your plans, what I need, and what you can offer. I'll decide how to deal with you based on the situation... As for Bai Shaqilai, I never let anyone I control break free easily, and don't even think about trying anything funny with her."

Lyon said:

"What you seek is nothing more than to ascend to demigod status, then destroy the Sacred Tree, and finally ascend to godhood through the great feat of destroying the Sacred Tree, isn't that right?"

Herwiz's eyes flickered:

"Oh? How did you know I was going to destroy the sacred tree?"

"I have divined the past and future of all the famous powerful figures on the continent."

"You can divine the strength of the powerful without incurring any cost?"

Herwiz was genuinely surprised now:

"Even Bai Shaqilai has a terrible time divining epics, how could you, at only fourth rank, possibly do that?"

“I have emphasized repeatedly that I am a miracle astrologer, a diligent astrologer who can predict many miracles and has always regarded daily divination as homework, and has deeply memorized the results of various divinations. So when I recognized you, I knew what you were asking for.”

Lyon smiled slightly.

After becoming a miracle astrologer, he had to change some of his lies, otherwise he wouldn't be able to accumulate enough successful scams to become a con artist.

Therefore, he made it sound very convincing about things he had never done, trying to exhaust his chances of successfully defrauding experts every time he faced one.

"It seems there's a reason you can interfere with Bai Shaqilai. As an astrologer, her approach to the profession is far too dogmatic."

As Helvie spoke, her voice alluring, she placed her hand close to the immobile Leon and gently stroked him like a cat.

It must be said that her technique was very meticulous; Leon's body hair stood on end.

This scene made Iris's eyes blaze with fury: "Let go of Leon!"

"Ha ha ha ha."

Herwiz burst into laughter, her body trembling with ecstasy:

“Little Iris, you’re still too naive. You always remind me of Hamra when she was young. She was just as innocent as you back then.”

Lyon was speechless.

He could see that the more he displayed his knowledge and wisdom, the more she wanted to devour his wisdom and spirituality.

The caressing motion just now was merely an act to distract myself from the urge to devour it.

That's why Herwiz laughed so hard.

If she stops stroking him, she might really devour Lyon's wisdom and spirit, and then Iris might actually cry.

Thinking of this, Lyon coughed lightly:

"Your Excellency, the method of devouring wisdom and spirituality to fight against the bloodline curse of the Dark Elves will only make you sink deeper and deeper, making it harder for you to resist the heavy pressure of the bloodline and making it increasingly difficult for you to advance."

Herwiz's eyes immediately turned cold upon hearing this.

She suddenly stood up, her black skirt lifting up to reveal another long, white leg, and kicked the wall with a thud, causing the cell to tremble once more.

"What did you say?"

Lyon immediately realized that she was very averse to the idea of ​​"devouring wisdom and spirituality".

This feeling is like how people in his past life who were vegetarians liked to eat pig brains, and people who claimed to be pure lovers liked to appreciate NTR works—these were all secrets they didn't want others to tell.

"Oh, I apologize for my slip of the tongue. I was merely suggesting that you adopt a more appropriate approach to facilitate your future advancement to demigodhood. In fact, if you start using my method now, you will undoubtedly find it easier to become a god in the future."

Whether it will make it easier for Leon to become a god is uncertain, but let's just fool him for now.

"any solution?"

“By cultivating one’s mental strength and finding a way to continuously enhance it, one can naturally suppress the bloodline curse.”

"Hmph, the spiritual power of this world has long been suppressed by the ancient gods. Although legendary epics have the opportunity to awaken their spiritual power, they cannot increase it significantly. How do you expect me to cultivate my spiritual power?"

“A sacred mural will suffice.”

Lyon said meaningfully:

"Your Excellency may not know this, but I am also the strategist of the Third Holy Maiden of the Holy See. I worked with her to excavate the sacred murals and witnessed the greatness of this ancient and mysterious treasure. Based on this, I can guarantee that Your Excellency will definitely be able to successfully increase your spiritual power."

Everything in this statement is true, except for the last one.

"Sacred murals?"

Hervé looked thoughtful.

She naturally knew about the discovery of the sacred mural, but the Vatican was keeping it tightly under its control. Although she was an epic, with Moripe and Castiglione around, there were many eyes and ears, and her presence was so conspicuous that it was not easy to hide by ordinary means. Naturally, she dared not venture into the dungeon herself.

"So what if there are sacred murals? Do you think I can go there?"

"Of course, as the first discoverer, I naturally know about the additional secret passage that can bypass the Vatican's eyes and ears and bring you there."

Iris, who was standing nearby, was secretly bewildered when she heard Leon say this. "I also discovered it at the same time. How come I didn't know there was a secret passage?"

Fortunately, she knew she couldn't reveal any weaknesses to the other party, so she maintained her angry face, lying on the ground, glaring at Helvie.

"Is there really a secret passage?"

Herwiz's eyes flickered.

She had originally intended to see the sacred murals.

"Of course, this is something that cannot be faked. If you wish to go, I can lead the way at any time, and it's a secret passage that is completely safe from being detected by the Vatican."

Lyon said confidently.

"Then how can you guarantee that this sacred mural will be of use to me? As a miracle astrologer, you must understand what dark elves mean."

"Your Dark Elf bloodline is due to your rebellion against the Sacred Tree's constraints of tens of thousands of years, which led to your being rejected by the world. However, this has little to do with the more ancient sacred murals. Because the ancient world and the present world have undergone tremendous changes, haven't they? As a long-lived species, you must know this better than I do."

This statement is entirely true.

"Very good, I will take your suggestion into consideration."

Herwiz pondered for a moment, then said:

"Besides that, if you have any other good ideas, just tell me them all."

Lyon was speechless; this guy was even greedier than Bai Shaqilai.

At least Bai Shaqilai was willing to offer some benefits.

Of course, this is also because he had previously grasped the core problem of Bai Shaqilai, which was that she was mentally controlled and her legendary poems were corrupted by demons.

Aside from the flaws of her Fallen Dark Elf bloodline and the fact that her Mind Puppet Master skills prevented her from grasping the nuances of intelligence, Herwiz was otherwise impeccable.

Moreover, she didn't easily accept the bait that Lyon had just thrown out.

It seems I need to say something to seduce her.

Thinking of this, Lyon said:

"So what is your purpose in staying in the capital all this time?"

Herwiz's eyes flickered slightly, and she asked in surprise:

"How did you know this was the capital? You can't use divination now that you're tied up, can you?"

“I didn’t know at first, but I found out when I saw you enter the cell.”

This is also a lie. In reality, he calculated the mileage from the very beginning by using the exit time of deep purification.

"why?"

She frowned and asked.

The previous understanding of himself could be explained by his divination of famous masters on the mainland, but this one is not something that can be known casually.

Lyon gestured with his chin towards Helvie's black dress and smiled:

"Although Your Excellency is despised by the world, you still love beauty very much and have shown a beauty that is no less than that of any woman in the world. This outfit is obviously the work of a well-known clothing store in the capital, and the fabric is obviously newly made. So the answer is obvious."

"You think I'm beautiful?"

To everyone's surprise, Helvie only took in the part about Leon's explanation that said "beauty that rivals any woman in the world," and a strange tremor flashed across her face.

How long has it been since I fell into darkness and became a dark elf? I haven't heard anyone compliment my beauty.

The way she looked at Lyon suddenly held a strange glint in her eyes:

Why do you think I'm beautiful?

"Isn't it obvious? Do I really need to explain why you are so beautiful?"

Lyon looked completely bewildered, then a thought struck him.

Could it be that becoming a fallen dark elf, this innate aversion also affects others' aesthetic judgment of her?

But why didn't I feel this aversion?

Just as he was wondering what was going on, he noticed that there was a new message on the panel.

[When the villain Helvie's favorability level is reached, the character panel can be unlocked]

Chapter 373 As a reward for you, I'll send you two women.

Wow, that's how Helvie's panel is opened?

At this moment, Herwiz gazed at Lyon:

"You won't hate me?"

She assumed Leon was just calm, so she concealed the disgust in her expression.

Even Iris, who was of the same race, could not hide her disgust.

But now it seems that the calmness in his expression was not fake.

"If Your Excellency is willing to let me and Iris leave, I will not only not be disgusted, but I will be grateful."

Hervé's eyes gleamed with an unsettling light, her emotions fluctuating.

[Herbie's favorability increased by 2%, current favorability is 22%]

Huh?

Has her popularity increased again?

It seems that Herwiz is truly troubled by the world's rejection of her.

Lyon thought to himself that his seemingly joking remark might actually further confirm Helvie's judgment that he would not feel any instinctive fear or disgust towards her.

Could this be related to my identity as a time traveler?

Or is it because this aversion itself is a deceptive effect, and he, as the only fraudster in the world, is directly exempt from this kind of effect?

After all, while Herwiz has a somewhat eerie aura, she is definitely more alluring than anything else. To say that she would inspire disgust would probably only be possible for a jealous woman, while normal people would definitely be attracted to her.

Moreover, as far as Lyon knew, the ancestors of those enchanting fairies were originally the dark elves who fell from grace in the early days of the elven kingdom. Because they were rejected by the world, they were gradually demoted to monsters.

Therefore, the Enchanting Fairy was not a powerful monster, yet he was the first to capture her alive, which earned him a title and a great achievement.

"Want to go?"

At this moment, Helvie seemed to have made up her mind after some thought, and a faint smile appeared on her rose-red lips:

“Lyon Belron, I will never let you leave in this lifetime. From now on, obediently become my person and serve me. As for Iris, if you are willing to submit to me, I can also help you fall and let you experience the true talent of a pure-blooded elf after breaking free from the shackles of the sacred tree.”