You are all my wings!

"Cool!"

Lyon felt that all the fatigue from the three consecutive days of fighting was worth it.

Of all the things we ate in this dungeon, the monster meat was the best.

As he ate, he sped up the grilling of other parts, seemingly forgetting that Andrea was still searching for their relaxed and joyful experience.

Not only that, but their magic power and physical strength are also rapidly recovering.

The terrifying effects of this relatively new, powerful fourth-tier monster are now on full display.

Lyon estimated that, with his Rapid Mana Recovery skill and maintaining this pace of eating, he would be fully recovered in just 20 minutes!

It only takes 20 minutes to restore your remaining magic power from 2 points to 48 points!

The effect is only slightly inferior to that of a third-tier magic potion.

You should know that there's enough food here for them to eat quite a lot.

Turning around, I saw that everyone except Mark, who hadn't recovered yet, was silent and wolfing down their food.

Even Britta and Iris became increasingly unconcerned about table manners as they ate, quickly devouring the meat on the tablecloth.

Time passed by as everyone grilled and ate meat.

After finishing most of the meat from the tail, Leon noticed an update to the information on the control panel.

【主要属性：生命力48/魔力量49/体力39/力量37/敏捷47】

Oh?

Magic power and strength both increased by a little?

nice.

Once the strength reaches 40 points, the Shadow Walker's third-tier combat skill can exert power close to that of a fourth-tier combat skill, which can be considered as having an additional melee trump card.

Lyon then looked at the attribute data of Iris and Britta.

【主要属性：生命力61/魔力量71/体力33/力量39/敏捷43】

This belongs to Iris; her magic power has increased by 1 point, but her strength hasn't increased.

【主要属性：生命力60/魔力量62/体力49/力量45/敏捷51】

This is Britta's; she gained two points of magic power in one go, a greater increase than Iris's.

Was it because they had just experienced a high-intensity magical battle?

After all, she had previously engaged in close combat with the fifth-tier expert Andrio, exchanging many intermediate-level spells, which had exhausted a large amount of her magic power.

According to Leon's estimation, Britta, as a Holy Prayer, wouldn't consume too much energy to cast an intermediate spell. With the added boost from her fourth-tier class, she could probably cast an intermediate spell with just 5 points of magic power.

If Iris advances to the fourth tier, her energy consumption will likely be within this range as well.

For a normal fourth-tier character, the mana cost to cast an intermediate spell is generally 8 points, which can only be reduced to 5 points with extremely high proficiency.

The normal cost of casting a mid-level spell across three tiers is generally double, around 16 points.

If your skill level is low, the energy consumption will be even higher.

At this moment, Lyon felt a pang of heartache.

If Andrio hadn't interfered, wouldn't the attributes have increased even more if the other parts of the Water Swallowing Ape had been eaten?

He could only console himself that the most effective parts had already been eaten, and what was left was probably only for replenishing his magic power.

"Damn life alchemist, wait till I advance to the next level, I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget!"

However, as much as he could have been comforted, for Leon, who lacked attributes, the hatred of having his meat stolen was irreconcilable!

The more heartbroken Lyon was, the faster he ate, quickly devouring most of the six-meter-long piece of meat, hoping to gain more attribute points.

"Leon, what are your plans for later?"

From the moment they entered the cave, Iris stayed very close to Leon, almost as if she were asserting her dominance over Britta.

After everyone had eaten and drunk their fill, they took turns resting. Iris then asked Leon a question.

"Find your upgrade item as soon as possible to upgrade you to tier four, so we'll have more manpower to deal with that alchemist."

Leon gave a reply, stopped paying attention to the attributes, took out the Ice-Reduced Unicorn and the Kraken Brain Core, and began his meditation training.

Of course, the upgrade items for the Shadow Walker class are also one of the goals.

Not far away, Bovary watched as Lyon quickly entered a meditative state, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes.

He thought to himself:

"Unconsciously, Lord Lyon taught me another lesson. Even with a powerful enemy watching from the side, he still calmly and casually roasted meat to recover his strength, and then seized every moment to meditate and train. This composure and calmness, and the attitude of being strong yet still diligent, is truly a model for us knights. Compared with him, I, a so-called paladin reserve, am still far behind."

With that thought in mind, he immediately entered the training state of the Knight's Breathing Technique, his expression solemn.

Karl, sitting next to him, watched Bovary immediately begin his workout, and a series of thoughts flashed through his mind:

"This guy is usually low-key and honest, but in the previous battles, he displayed extraordinary combat wisdom, and his gaze repeatedly drifted towards Lyon. Hmph, this kid is too green; he thinks he can fool my intelligence? No doubt about it, this guy..."

"They definitely want to seize this opportunity to show themselves to the Holy Maiden!"

"We can't let him escape!"

He followed suit and tried to replace rest with the Knight's Breathing Technique to train.

Chapter Seventy-Four: The Hidden Dragon and the Young Phoenix in the Fantasy World

Before they knew it, everyone had rested for more than 6 hours.

Although eating the tail meat of the Water-Swallowing Ape had effectively helped everyone recover, the mental exhaustion from three consecutive days of fighting and facing a powerful fourth-tier monster and a fifth-tier life alchemist all at once was something that could not be easily resolved.

Being able to rest for a long time can indeed help people recover better.

Perhaps it was because of the fierce battle and the replenishment of fourth-tier monster flesh, but Leon felt that the effects of his deep meditation were quite good.

Putting aside other things, the replication of the imagery of the ice slowing magic has increased from about 23% of the surface imagery replication progress to 30%, more than doubling the previous increase.

Previously, the progress typically fluctuated by 3% overnight.

As expected, the rumor that real combat in the dungeon makes it easier for superhumans to improve has been proven true once again.

However, even Leon, a seasoned player, couldn't guess the reason for this phenomenon; he only knew that it was indeed true.

"Has everyone recovered enough?"

Leon tapped the stone wall behind him with the hilt of his sword, making a sound that drew everyone's attention.

"not bad."

Carl casually brushed his brown bangs aside, revealing a smug smile on his strong, square face.

"Sigh, does this mean we have to set off again?"

Milo sighed, looking utterly weary of his work.

Bovary's expression turned serious, and he almost stood up: "Your Excellency, please give the battle orders!"

As usual, Britta remained silent, but she looked perfectly healthy. Not only had her magic been restored, but she had also healed her injuries with healing magic.

In the corner, Mark finally woke up. He had just eaten some of the barbecue that had been left for him, and his complexion was not bad.

Iris sat next to Lyon, silently wiping her wand with a handkerchief.

Lyon noticed that Iris was much more 'aloof' when other people were around.

While eating barbecue earlier, Milo and Iris tried to chat, but Iris seemed indifferent, leaving Milo feeling humiliated. He couldn't help but say to Bovary beside him, "What bad luck! Why is no one appreciating my charm?" Bovary simply replied, "Your mother certainly understands your charm."

Leon coughed lightly and said:

"First, let's be thankful that the fifth-tier life alchemist hasn't found us yet, which has allowed us to fully recover. Second, I'd like to briefly review the problems you four paladin reserves had during the battle against the Water Devouring Ape."

If Andreio hadn't interfered, Lyon would have already held this debriefing meeting.

As the commander, he had no intention of preaching from the beginning.

I only want these four knights to experience their arrogance and mistakes in actual combat, to learn a painful lesson, and to receive corrective guidance after they have a deep impression of it.

After all, people can't learn by being taught, but they can learn by doing.

This way, he won't have to do all the thankless work of being a nanny, only to be ridiculed for being long-winded and nagging.

In fact, such cases were not uncommon in his previous life.

"Let's start with you, Karl. How would you rate your performance in the battle against the Water-Swallowing Ape out of 10?

"Me? I made a few minor mistakes, so I'd give it a barely passing 9.7."

Karl looked humble.

Beside him, Mark, who had recovered, couldn't help but say:

"You were the first one to be beaten half to death, and this is just a minor mistake? Karl, I admit that you used your fourth-tier combat skill well, but to be honest, your combat performance was really terrible. If you hadn't been the tank who couldn't help but attack and got beaten half to death, our teamwork wouldn't have almost collapsed, and I wouldn't have almost died."

While speaking, Mark had a different set of thoughts on his mind:

"Sigh, while Karl's narcissistic state is quite charming and fascinating, as his closest person, I have an obligation to let him know how big his mistakes are. Don't blame me for being harsh, it's all for your own good."

Lyon nodded. Although Mark had also almost died, he had indeed completed his mission as a flank attacker without any problems.

As for Carl, as Mark said, he repeatedly put himself in danger in order to show off, which is not advisable.

"Karl, what's your defense against Mark's comments?"

Carl: "It's just rubbish criticism, what's there to argue about?"

Mark nearly slammed his fist on the table: "Karl, don't think I like..."

What do you like?

Mark realized something and immediately changed his tune: "The title of the West District's number one knight is undeserved! Even if I was almost killed before, it wasn't because I disobeyed orders; at most, I just didn't find the right spot to strike!"

It turns out that Mark hasn't realized that the reason he didn't cut off the Water Swallowing Ape's tail was because he wasn't strong enough.

Leon shook his head. He had just secretly approved of you, but it turned out you were also very clever. These two were like the hidden dragon and the phoenix in the fantasy world.

He whispered to Britta:

"Holy Maiden, how come all the people you've chosen are so...unique?"

Britta opened her eyes, gently shook her head, and responded softly:

"The profession of knight is like this: the more you believe in your own chivalric code, the more likely you are to become self-centered."

Leon understood. In other words, while the code of chivalry could make knights stronger, it could also make their personalities more eccentric.

No wonder he always felt that famous knights in his previous life all had some kind of serious illness.

In comparison, Bovary was practically the perfect subordinate, while Miró, though prone to slacking off, didn't seem too bad.

Lyon tapped the hilt of his sword, interrupting Karl and Mark's heated argument.

"Karl, you are the strongest tank in the Holy Maiden's heart. Don't always act recklessly and ruin the Holy Maiden's good impression of you."

"Am I the strongest tank?"

Karl pointed to himself, and his little eyes visibly lit up.

He seemed quite pleased with this statement, fidgeting with his feet on the ground as he said:

"Since both Your Excellency and the Holy Maiden say so, I will certainly fulfill my role as the meat shield!"

Mark was dumbfounded by her shy yet joyful expression.

“Mark, you did a good job in your primary duties in the last battle, but that’s all you can say about it. Because you still made the same mistake I pointed out before, which is that you tend to become blind in critical moments. You need to restrain yourself from the urge to passively follow the code of chivalry at all times.”

How to resist the urge to passively obey chivalric codes?

How can I restrain my belief in "being brave enough to fight"?

Mark had initially been dismissive, but upon hearing this, his expression noticeably changed, and a thoughtful look flashed in his eyes.

"It seems you've grasped some of it."

Lyon nodded and continued his comments.

"Bovary, you performed very well throughout, and your style is well-suited for dungeon battles. Keep it up, and you will naturally become stronger and stronger."