You are all my wings!

In an instant, everyone inside the small cave was engaged in intense competition.

Seeing that Leon had begun meditating, Iris was immediately eager to try it again, wanting to experience that strange feeling from before.

That feeling was joyful and comfortable.

When she practiced meditation, she experienced a significant increase in efficiency.

She didn't know the reason, but she had heard that the mind is a vast ocean, and happiness and joy can make it easier to dive into the depths of the mind and engage in various forms of meditation.

She used to scoff at this idea, asking, "What is happiness? What is joy?"

What is the significance of such a mysterious concept? Can it make you stronger?

But now she thinks, "It smells so good!"

Even though the 41st floor was fraught with danger and teeming with fifth-tier monsters, she always felt that as long as she was with Leon, she could overcome any difficulty.

The feeling of happiness she had just experienced did indeed improve the efficiency of her meditation practice significantly.

Along with that, her intermediate-level light healing magic, which had been stuck for a long time, has also made considerable progress. If she continues like this for a while, she might be able to learn it!

So she decided to do it again and then enter a meditative state.

But just as she was about to act, Machiru suddenly drifted over at an astonishing speed and grabbed her hand.

"What's wrong, Master Machiru?"

Iris felt less hostility and more respect for Maggie, who had given her appropriate life advice.

As long as Magirou doesn't threaten her, she's willing to give her more respect rather than be hostile towards her at every turn.

"Iris, were you just about to kiss Lyon?"

"As expected of Master Machiru, she saw through my thoughts at a glance."

"Iris said admiringly."

Overwhelmed by the praise, Maggie couldn't help but smugly toss her short silver hair, then looked down at Iris, who was a head and a half taller than her, and patted her shoulder on tiptoe:

"My skills weren't developed in a day or two. If you learn more, you'll benefit immensely."

"Yes, Master Machiru, is there anything you wish to instruct me on that you have grasped my hand?"

"I wouldn't presume to offer advice. I understand that you enjoyed it the first time and wanted to try it a second time. But disturbing Leon's meditation practice like this can easily interfere with his work. Since you like him, you should do everything that's best for him, don't you agree?"

Maggie coughed lightly, her face serious.

"If you like him, should you do everything for his good? Master Magirou, you're not just Leon Tong, you're also a master of famous quotes. You're amazing. I guess my understanding of this world is still very shallow."

Iris pondered the words, finding them profound and perfectly suited to her taste.

"So, do you understand now?"

"I understand."

Maggie nodded repeatedly. Very good. Iris was still very cooperative this time. As long as she didn't misunderstand like last time, she would have achieved her goal of stopping Iris.

The first attempt to stop it was a mistake, but we can't afford to fail again the second time, can we?

His deception has been proven, so shouldn't Leon take back what he said about not being able to fool anyone?

However, just in case, she needed to confirm beforehand, so she asked:

"So what should you do now?"

"For Lyon's sake, I should kiss him more often."

"Yes, that's right, you understand it very well."

Iris nodded, then suddenly darted to Leon's side and plopped inside.

Maggie was still nodding deeply when she suddenly realized that she might have said the opposite of what she had said.

But by the time she realized what was happening, Iris had already completed a series of procedures, floated back to her seat, and begun her meditation practice.

Maggie was stunned for a long time before she began to understand what was happening.

why?

Why is it that the person in question is doing what's best for Leon?

She glanced at Iris, intending to ask her what was going on.

But then I thought it wouldn't be right to disturb her meditation practice, so I held back for a moment, clenching and unclenching my fists, and finally thought, oh well, I'll ask her after Iris finishes meditating.

Maggie walked to her spot with a bored expression and began her meditation.

She has been at the fourth rank for five or six years now, and the intermediate magic she has mastered is mainly the two rare spells: Divine Might and Curse.

"If I want to advance, I still need to focus on Divine Might Magic. This magic contains the mysteries of the gods and is definitely not comparable to ordinary magic!"

Among the inherited skills she possesses are three superior divine magic spells and one king-level spell, which perfectly encompass all the magic needed to advance to the sixth rank.

……

Lyon suddenly felt a strange taste in his mouth.

This feeling was very comfortable and instantly relaxed his mind.

As a result, my meditation practice progressed slightly again.

"Is it another attack by Iris? I didn't expect her to be so bold. Could it be that Machiru instigated it again? I don't think Machiru will tell me. Oh well, I'll just try to find out about Iris indirectly next time."

These thoughts flashed by in a hazy, indistinct state.

Chapter 120 What?! You're feeding the Holy Maiden?

Another seven or eight hours passed.

Karl couldn't stay still any longer. After detaching himself from his breathing exercises, he wandered around for a few minutes before finally coming to find Leon.

"Your Excellency, how is the Holy Maiden doing now?"

Lyon, who had just emerged from his meditative state, replied:

"So far it's not bad. I cast a few water healing spells on her, which are barely effective. Of course, the most important thing is that I've fed her monster meat."

"What! You fed the Holy Maiden? I didn't see that!"

Carl looked shocked.

"What's there to panic about, it's just feeding you?"

Leon glanced at Karl, "Don't be more alarmed if you knew about my other moves."

"Alas, such a pure and holy person is being fed by a man like you. Alas, my dreams are shattered."

Carl sighed.

"The saintess is also a human being; she eats and defecates too. What's there to be upset about?"

Lyon remained silent.

"You don't understand. The Holy Maiden is the dream of thousands of knights in our Holy See Knights. Even if she defecates, she would smell sweet. I would be happy to offer her to her. Even if she urinates, she would taste sweet. I would be willing to lick her."

Carl spoke with a deep expression.

Lyon: "..."

This guy is sick, seriously sick!

"Your Vatican goes too far with the myth of the saintess."

"Hmph, even if it's you, I can't pretend I didn't hear you say that! You probably don't know that those chosen by the gods to be saintesses must be pure maidens whose physiques are rare, perhaps only seen once every few decades. They possess a body free from impurity, turbidity, and odor, and a soul free from evil and desire! Among them, Saintess Britta's physique is second to none! Even the excrement from her daily meals, after being transformed by her body, becomes a rare sacred object."

Karl recited the above lines slowly, as if chanting an aria, which gave Leon goosebumps.

This is absolutely something the Vatican fabricated to deceive its subordinates and facilitate its rule.

Undeniably, Britta's physique must have been extremely special, otherwise she wouldn't have been able to become a human capable of bearing the power of the gods.

This person has a very special constitution, but it shouldn't be to the point that their poop smells good... It shouldn't be, right?

Well, I have to admit, Lyon inadvertently had a thought of verifying this claim. My apologies.

Lyon wanted to refute Carl's point of view, but then he realized he had almost been swayed by him himself, and lost the will to argue.

"Never mind, as long as you're happy."

"It's good that you know about the saintess's sanctity."

Karl nodded, then couldn't resist leaning close to Leon's ear and whispering:

"So, how did you feed Her Majesty?"

"roll!"

"Good."

Upon seeing Leon's change in expression, Carl quickly ran away.

He clearly knew how outrageous his problem was.

Leon shook his head, ate some monster meat, and was about to continue his meditation practice.

At that moment, Maggie walked over quietly.

"Oh, my dear and venerable master, when shall we leave this cave? It's so uncomfortable meditating and training here. I'd like to hunt for some usable alchemical materials. I've been researching goblin fertility lately. I wonder if my dear and venerable master would be interested in learning more?"

Every time she read the words "dear and respectable," her face would contort in a strange way.

Leon glanced at her. Why did she look so strange today?

It looked like the green face of those old retail investors who suffered huge stock market crashes in their past lives.

"Didn't you want to study the mysteries of the gods?"

"There is no conflict. The mystery of the gods is a major topic, while the goblin's fertility is a minor topic. But if I can solve this minor topic, I can also get one step closer to this major topic."

"That's interesting. Tell me more about it?"

"The divine mysteries I am currently exploring mainly involve two major authorities: life and creation, and divine power and eternity. These two are interconnected and implicitly contain each other. This is undoubtedly a very huge subject, isn't it?"

When Maggie talked about her field of expertise, the gloom on her face disappeared, and her eyes lit up:

"When we talk about goblins, our first impression is often their reproductive ability. In fact, their reproductive ability is indeed the highest among non-insect monsters. As long as there is a male goblin, it can reproduce an entire small population within three days!"

Lyon: "I understand what you mean, but what does this have to do with the authority of the gods?"

Maggie chuckled coldly and said:

"It's very simple. According to my research, any race that is hailed as the strongest in a single field is more or less related to the blessings or curses of ancient gods. For example, dragons are born with abundant magical power and can live for hundreds of generations, surpassing countless short-lived species. I believe that this race is related to the creative authority of the gods."

"So, you believe that goblins are a race blessed by the gods? And because of this blessing, they have been tainted by the mystery of the power of life?"

"almost."

"So how do you plan to conduct your research?"

"That's complicated. I'm afraid you wouldn't understand even if I explained it. Oh, I'm sorry, my dear and respectable master. I'm not trying to be sarcastic about your lack of knowledge or ignorance."

Once Maggie Lu seized the opportunity, she spared no effort in using her influence against Leon.

I don't know what's wrong with her, but she's unusually irritable today.

Was it because she overheard them feeding Britta?

Or was it something that instigated Iris?

Lyon smiled and said:

"It's alright. As your dear and respectable master, you must teach me when you have the chance. Since you respect me so much, it's only reasonable for you to teach me, right? After all, you are so knowledgeable and so intelligent."

"Hmph! Of course I am knowledgeable, clever and wise, do you need to emphasize that? But since you've said so, I might as well be merciful and teach you."

Maggie walked away with her arms crossed and her head held high.

As she sat back down in her seat, she suddenly tapped her head:

"Oh dear, what was I talking about with Leon about? How come I forgot as soon as we started talking?"

After sending Maggie away with a barrage of compliments, Leon casually ate a few pieces of fourth-tier bear meat, thinking that no one should come looking for him now.

Then Bovary came over.