You are all my wings!

The two stared at each other for three seconds.

Britta felt a little strange; she even wondered why she was keeping such a close distance with Leon.

But for some reason, this very close distance felt...

tension.

The heart beats faster than the breaths.

At this moment, Britta, who was always calm, collected, and composed, couldn't help but recall the simple joy of sneaking out of the house for the first time during her childhood under strict family discipline, wandering freely in the mountains and forests, and the deep fear of never being able to find that joy again after being discovered by her family and being strictly guarded against.

Ah yes, I'm afraid, that's why I'm nervous, she thought.

She was afraid of herself, afraid that she wouldn't be able to control her urge to do something.

She was afraid that if she did something beyond her duty at this moment, this happiness would be taken away.

As a saint, one cannot have worldly emotions.

It must be pure and spotless.

If she does anything that exceeds the bounds of her special status as a 'saint,' everything will disappear.

Even the simple joy of being with the person in front of you will disappear.

Moreover, he also had a very heavy responsibility and an ideal that he had to realize.

You have to take the initiative to say something, at least to make a real decision for yourself, instead of just being obsessed with the present.

She kept thinking about it, but didn't take any new action.

After hesitating for a while, she finally spoke, ready to say something.

"Where's Lyon? Where did you go?"

It was Iris; her gaze shifted from watching Machiru cast her alchemical spells.

Britta suddenly realized something, took three steps back, and reached out to straighten the plain purple crescent-shaped hair ornament on her forehead—but in reality, the ornament was not crooked and there was no need to straighten it.

"Oh, you guys are here."

Iris walked over, her face still showing excitement at seeing the magical, firework-like brilliance.

"Oh, nothing, Iris. I was just discussing the follow-up plans with Lyon."

She offered to explain, even though Iris didn't ask the question, "What are you doing?"

Normally, she would never explain this to Iris, the person she often teases.

They would never deliberately tell such an obvious lie.

"Oh, I see."

Iris seemed not to notice the very close distance the two had maintained for a long time.

Britta breathed a sigh of relief.

It wasn't because Iris hadn't happened to be here before, but because Iris had just arrived.

Iris's arrival relieved Britta from having to say anything in that atmosphere.

If I were to actually say it, perhaps some things would suddenly disappear.

Britta thought to herself, then gave Lyon her usual elegant smile:

"Leon, what I just told you isn't necessarily something you have to do, but rather I want to use your wisdom to help me find some suitable strategies to accomplish these things."

Lyon noticed that Britta's mental state had just changed subtly.

However, it's unclear at the moment how this will change.

With Iris present, it's not a good time to start a conversation. We can only try again when we have a chance to be alone.

However, if this side quest doesn't require him to take action personally, but only to offer advice, then it's worth considering.

After all, the mission only required helping Britta, not completing it himself.

"I will consider it carefully. If possible, if Your Excellency has any relevant information, please pass it on to me so that I can make a comprehensive consideration."

Lyon responded with a smile.

He almost forgot that he had been hired as Britta's advisor.

"Wow, what secret project are you guys working on?"

Only when Iris approached did she vaguely sense a subtle atmosphere. Her little head looked back and forth between the two of them, as if trying to figure something out.

"It's related to a secret commission from the Vatican, and I can't reveal the details, but I'll have you, Iris, assist with some things later."

"Alright, there's nothing I can do about it since it's a secret commission."

Iris nodded understandingly.

She seemed quite happy today, so after realizing she couldn't see anything between Lyon and Britta, she stopped pursuing the matter.

Not far away, Machiru's life alchemy magic was finally completed.

Rumble.

The rough tree trunks, vines, needles, and other debris that had been mostly cut off on the ground quickly reformed and merged, turning into a thick, emerald-green liquid that clumped together, constantly pulsating and shrinking, repeating the cycle like the beating of a heart.

About ten seconds later, the emerald green liquid condensed into a ten-meter-tall brownish-green giant, with a stout body and short proportions. Dozens of tough vines condensed around its limbs, dragging them down as it swung its arms, leaving long tracks on the ground.

A powerful pressure emanated from the giant's body.

This oppressive aura is similar to, yet different from, the crimson demon evolved from the Water-Swallowing Ape.

The crimson monster gives people a strong sense of mental stimulation and suffocation.

This brownish-green giant exudes pure oppression, possessing a touch of divine power and magic.

Chapter 133 I feel this thing has an instinctive attraction for me.

"interesting."

Lyon observed the brownish-green giant for a moment and said:

"Maquilu, can you imbue life alchemy with divine power magic?"

Machiru leaped onto the giant's outstretched hand and was lifted high by the giant.

With her arms crossed and an arrogant expression on her face, she steered the brownish-green giant forward, her footsteps making a rumbling sound.

She said smugly:

"Not bad. My ignorant master does have some discernment and can see the secrets of my technique."

This guy, he just completed a life alchemy spell and his tail is already soaring to the sky?

Where did the words 'Dear and respectable master' go?

Lyon was both annoyed and amused; it seemed he still needed to give Magirou a good talking-to.

“March, this alchemical monster may be a bit ugly, but it’s still quite powerful. But have you noticed that you look particularly inconspicuous standing next to this brownish-green giant’s hand? You can’t stand out like that.”

"Inconspicuous? What do you mean?"

Maggie frowned.

She felt a great sense of accomplishment in transforming a powerful, fifth-tier magical creature into a life alchemy puppet, and she thought she was now very successful.

After all, she made it sound simple, but in reality, the higher the level of the monster, the harder it is to cultivate a life alchemy monster.

Even someone as powerful as Andrio couldn't transform a powerful monster into an alchemical golem when he challenged Leon Britta and the others to a duel.

In the end, they only managed to deal with four ordinary fourth-tier monsters before they came knocking on their door.

Machiru's success in one fell swoop was indeed the result of both luck and skill.

With this alchemical golem, she will be able to possess fifth-tier combat power before this thing is destroyed in battle!

With proper maintenance, it might last a long time.

How could she allow her heartless and cruel master, Leon, to bully her like this?

However, Lyon's comment about "not noticeable" was like a bucket of cold water being poured over her head.

Hearing the conversation from afar, Milo couldn't help but laugh:

"Do I need to explain, Miss Machiru? You're so small. Standing on the alchemical monster, you're practically an ant. How are you supposed to stand out?"

Little ants?

It's at least a little rabbit, right?!

Machiru was so angry that her face turned red. Everyone knew that she hated being talked about about her figure.

"I'm short? You lazy knight, I advise you to take back that! I can't do anything to my master, but I won't be polite to a mere third-tier like you!"

She was bound by the soul contract, and could only obey Leon's orders, and could not harm him.

Of course, while the soul contract can enable mandatory commands, Leon generally doesn't intentionally activate the mandatory effects of magic.

Because when it comes to subordinates, forceful commands often fail to activate their initiative.

Only with both a big stick and a pie can she be better motivated to unleash her full potential.

Machiru, controlling the brown-green giant's free hand, was about to reach out to Milo to do something.

Milo immediately retreated far away: "Sir, did you see that? I was just translating your words, it has nothing to do with me! Help, help!"

"Hmph! Now you know fear?"

Despite saying that, Machiru didn't actually control the giant to accelerate, knowing that making too much noise would easily attract monsters.

"Maquilu, that's enough playing around. Now, collect your alchemical monsters as seeds. This is the 41st floor; safety comes first."

Lyon spoke up.

Machiru glanced at Milo with smugness: "Kid, you better remember this!"

She leaped off the brown-green giant's palm, quickly chanted a spell, and then waved her wand.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

After a series of loud, explosive sounds, the brownish-green color began to shrink and gather towards the center, quickly transforming into a plant seed the size of a goose egg.

This is precisely Machiru's plant-based alchemical magic.

The vines she used in her previous duel with Leon were essentially alchemical puppets made by first using alchemical magic to transform plant-type monsters into alchemical golems. When not in use, they were harvested as seeds, and when needed, they were activated with magic power, making them quite convenient.

This is completely different from Andrio's flesh-based alchemical magic.

Maggie walked toward Lyon and complained:

"My dear and respectable master, you should fight for your slave's dignity and let that lazy knight who doesn't know how to respect the strong know my power!"

This guy, at this moment, switched from 'ignorant master' back to 'dear and respectable master'.

It seems that she becomes particularly arrogant when she is proud or when it comes to her professional field.

Lyon smiled slightly and said:

“Magical, I ask you, what makes you so powerful?”

"Of course, it's unparalleled life alchemy magic! Curse magic! Divine power magic!"

Maggie stood proudly with her arms crossed. Despite her small size, she was still trying her best to support her chest, which was admirable.

"Very well, do you think Milo can understand how profound your magic is?"

"Him? It's not that I look down on him, but his level of knowledge is either garbage or useless."

Aren't garbage and waste the same thing?

"So, since you think he's either trash or useless, does that mean he can't understand how amazing you are? No matter how much you tell him how great you are and how wonderful your moves are, he still won't be able to comprehend it, will he?"

"Uh... I think so."

Maggie Lu got caught up in Leon's scheme and frowned in thought.

"If that's the case, then you don't need to tell him how powerful you are?"

"That seems to make sense."