You are all my wings...

The group set off.

Lyon activated several detection spells and discovered that Marquis Rhine and Reynt's team were indeed not nearby.

It seems they went back ahead of time to report the situation.

That's good, it saves us from having to walk together and causing awkwardness on the road.

Emerging from the valley, one encounters a continuous stretch of cone-shaped red sulfur cliffs, each one towering into the sky. As the group walks further, these cliffs grow ever higher.

Meanwhile, the group located below the cliff could see many rotting monster remains along the way.

It seems this area is the monster battle zone I often heard about in the valley.

"Your Holiness, did you leave a magic circle with the Church's insignia in the valley?"

Lyon found an opportunity to ask Britta.

Because he left in a hurry, he glanced at it before leaving and did not find any obvious markings or magic circles.

"I'll leave it here. Once the monster riots have subsided, I'll arrange for someone to take over. Although its effectiveness will decrease in the future, it's better to have it than nothing."

Birelita nodded slightly.

Lyon realized that the method of creating this marking magic circle was much more sophisticated than he had expected.

"But what does this decrease in effectiveness mean?"

“I can sense that the sacred energy hidden within the sacred murals is finite and will take a long time to replenish.”

"Belle Rita explained."

Actually, she couldn't say it outright, but it was because she had absorbed and stored a large amount of divine energy that led to this result.

However, there was no other way; for the sake of her destiny, she had to save everything she could.

Lyon also noticed that there were some things that Britta hadn't explained completely.

However, he didn't expose him and wisely left.

Of course, the main reason was that as soon as he appeared next to Berylita, Timia looked like she was about to follow him, so he planned to stick close to Iris all day long so that Iris could block Timia.

As a pure-blood elf diplomat, Elis could be considered a minor patron in the Kingdom of Horsha.

Gaaaaaah!!

At this moment, a flock of small three-tiered black crows flew overhead. They did not have a clear flight formation, but gathered together in a group of at least thirty or forty, like a dark cloud, circling repeatedly above the group, making a very jarring sound.

"Your Excellency, do you want to get rid of these troublesome black crows?"

Mark couldn't stand these things; he looked like he was about to draw his sword at any moment.

"I'll do it. My Treant Puppet hasn't been used in actual combat yet, even though I've already mastered it."

Macchiato jumped out; she had been waiting for this opportunity to let the Treant Puppet display its power.

She swung one hand forward, scattering seeds, while quickly chanting a few lines, and then suddenly swung her fourth-order wand.

Boom!

A brownish-green humanoid monster suddenly rose from the ground, instantly growing to a height of ten meters.

The giant roared and swung his hands forward. Countless emerald green vines shot out from his fingers like nimble snakes, slithering and striking down the three-tiered black crows with crackling sounds.

If a normal team were to be surrounded by more than thirty level three black crows, their situation would be extremely difficult.

Even if one could use intermediate-level magic, given their small size and agility, it would be difficult to hit them even after several attempts.

It wasn't difficult for Leon to hit the Tigrex before because it was too big. Even if it was fast, its mobility in that short space would definitely be relatively reduced.

However, Machiru was able to precisely control the Hulk and easily hit the Black Crow, demonstrating that her eyesight and control were extraordinary.

Soon, Macchiato finished whipping the group of three-tiered black crows. She retrieved the seed, walked to Leon's side, and proudly held her head high.

Although it is small, it still stands strong.

What is this guy trying to do?

Seeing this, Elizabeth immediately laughed:

“I understand, Lyon. Master Macchiato wants you to praise her.”

Upon hearing this, Machiru's eyes lit up at first, as if she was about to praise Iris, but then, realizing something, she immediately snorted:

"Hmph, who wants the praise of this ignorant master!"

Iris happily patted Leon's shoulder repeatedly with her palm:

"Look, look, I've realized I can understand Master Macchiato's mindset now. The more she says this, the more she actually hopes you, Leon, will say something!"

Lyon was speechless. Could this be what Iris meant by her change of mindset, or rather, her composure?

Machiru, standing to the side, turned pale.

Chapter 152 No, don't touch here

Machiru doesn't want to talk to Iris right now.

How embarrassing it must have been for a master like him to be seen through by Iris.

At this moment, Iris came over:

"Macchiato, tell me, was my judgment just now correct?"

Machiru was furious and embarrassed: "Iris, don't talk nonsense without evidence! I never thought that way!"

Lyon laughed and said, "Elise, stop talking about Macchiato. She's easily embarrassed."

Machiru was furious:

"You two are both malicious; don't expect me to help you again!"

"Don't say that, Machiru. You are a crucial fighting force for our team. Look how strong the Treant Puppet was just now. It took down those Tier 3 Black Crows with ease, one whip at a time."

Lyon then praised it at the opportune moment.

"Flattering me is useless now!"

Machiru tossed her head, her short silver hair hitting Leon's chest.

Iris whispered to Leon, "Leon, did I make Master Macchiato angry?"

Leon thought for a moment and said, "She's not angry, she's just ashamed and doesn't want to talk to you right now. Once she feels normal, she'll probably act like nothing happened and talk to you normally."

Iris: "That's good. I was worried that Master Macchiato wouldn't teach me anything more."

Lyon thought to himself, "You've already surpassed your teacher, and you still want to learn something?"

"Speaking of which, why do you call her a master? In what aspect does she qualify as a master?"

He asked.

"It's not convenient for you to know about Lyon, is it?"

Elizabeth immediately turned her head away.

Leon touched the tip of her ear: "Tell me or not, or I'll pinch your ear."

When Leon touched her, Iris's body suddenly trembled.

"No, don't touch here."

Her voice was barely audible.

Lyon's eyes lit up; it turned out that the tip of Iris's ear was an erogenous zone.

He leaned closer and breathed a warm puff of air over it:

"Elise, tell me quickly."

No, I won't tell.

Iris couldn't take it anymore and rushed over to Macchiato.

Leon seemed thoughtful. This girl, Iris, still hadn't said anything even at this point. It seemed that the secret between her and Macchiato was quite important to her.

Of course, there's also the possibility that she would be so ashamed to say it that she would rather die than tell.

As they spoke, the group walked to the spot where the black crow had fallen.

The ground was covered in blood and gore, like a child's scribbles, bright and messy.

"Your Excellency, shall we...eat these black crows?"

Bovary covered his nose.

After all, it was a third-tier monster. Although its appearance was particularly repulsive and its carrion-eating habit was repulsive, considering Leon's past habits, he still asked a question.

"No, the black crow meat is poisonous. Just take the king crow's head feathers."

Lyon glanced at it and shook his head slightly.

"That's true. I don't think even someone as unfathomable as Your Excellency would go so far as to eat poisonous flesh."

Bovary breathed a sigh of relief.

Leon was speechless: "I'm not so desperate as to eat anything. Let's go, don't waste time on these crows."

With their current strength, even if they encounter a fifth-level monster blocking their way, they can quickly resolve the crisis.

But if a large flock of Tier 4 and 5 birds comes, they are far more formidable than the Tier 3 black crows we just encountered.

……

Three hours later, the group emerged from the mountain path at the bottom of the cliff and arrived at a dark plain with a much wider view.

Large patches of green reeds, about a meter tall, grow on the ground, forming a continuous expanse that sways in the wind under the dim light, creating wave after wave of reeds.

Green grass is a common, unranked monster found in dungeons, and can be seen everywhere.

Some herbivorous weak monsters feed on Emerald Grass.

"I never expected to find such a peaceful place on the 41st floor."

Milo gazed into the distance. Although he couldn't see far due to the dim light, he felt a sense of peace for some reason.

"Don't let your guard down. Do you see those trampling marks in the distance? Judging from their condition, it's obvious that a group of rioting monsters passed by two or three hours ago."

Leon gave a reminder and drew his magic sword:

"Next, we'll be navigating this area of ​​green grass. Be careful of attacks from the weak monsters within the grass. If these weak monsters survive, they'll undoubtedly be skilled in using poison, and may even possess curse-like abilities. Karl, as usual, you lead the charge. The rest of you follow in the same formation as before."

"it is good."

Cartier wielded his sword and moved forward.

Then came Marcello, Leon, Elis, Maggiore, Britta, and Bovary.

As for Timia, she was more free-spirited, sometimes above and sometimes below Lyon, with Lyon as the center.

Lyon still doesn't know her purpose.

But what we do know is that it's definitely not as simple as just looking at someone's face.

There must be some other hidden purpose.

We can only judge this gradually later.

Three hours passed in the blink of an eye. The group maintained a steady pace and had been walking for quite some time in this vast expanse of green grass.

Of particular note is that the group encountered three small-scale monster waves during this period.

The leaders were three powerful level 5 monsters, and each time they would gather in groups of forty or fifty monsters, their eyes glazed over as they continued to move forward, seemingly chasing something that did not exist.

Each time, Leon would have everyone get close, using the Shadow Shield magic emblem to directly deceive the monsters, thus avoiding their notice.

In broad daylight, the Shadow Shield's dark magical shield would be immediately apparent.

But in the dark dungeons, a black magical shield is undoubtedly the best camouflage.

Timia glanced at it several times, a thoughtful look in her eyes.

However, she was very quiet today and did not harass Lyon like she did yesterday.

It's unclear whether Berylita was there, or if she had other considerations.