You are all my wings...

“I won’t kill you easily. Let me guess what you thought of the moment you closed your eyes. The word is High Priest, isn’t it? You felt that you had fallen into enemy hands and were about to die, and that you had failed the person who entrusted you with such an important task, right?”

Mshifisu's expression changed slightly.

Chapter 291 It seems I have no choice but to make you my slave.

"Don't pretend to be smart, or people will laugh their heads off."

Mshifisu's eyes regained their calmness, as if nothing had happened.

Lyon smiled and said:

"Your acting skills are not bad, but to me they're just so-so. Judging from your reaction, you really thought of your race's high priest. How loyal. Even the most shameful person can be so ashamed before death."

"Humph!"

Mshifisu turned his head away and did not answer.

Leon reached out and grabbed her fair, delicate chin, forcefully turning her to his side.

I must say, Msifisu's chin feels pretty good to the touch, smooth and soft.

This is also an advantage of the halfling race. Although their lifespan is only half that of humans, they will always look very young and have a face full of collagen, no matter what age they are.

This is one of the reasons why they became the most favored race in the slave industry.

M'shfisu was clearly the best among the halflings, with a light yet powerful body and a cold yet beautiful appearance.

In terms of height, she is considered tall among halflings, equivalent to a long-legged mature woman among halflings.

However, it is very small to humans, so it appears very cute.

Mshifisu's strength was only one-time that of the sixth level, and even with his excellent technique, he couldn't twist his neck as much as Leon's hand.

She resisted fiercely, but in the end, Leon grabbed her chin and turned her towards him.

She felt even more humiliated, and at the same time, she was somewhat shocked. Not only had her thoughts been easily guessed, but this guy was also stronger than her!

Being beaten both physically and mentally is a truly unpleasant experience.

His agility was clearly three times the limit, and his strength was twice the limit. In terms of weaknesses, I was far inferior.

Nearby, Terena stood in the corner of the cave, watching Leon's actions with a speechless expression, feeling extremely annoyed.

However, she didn't say anything. After all, he was a villain who tried to kidnap Leon, so being killed in retaliation wasn't a big deal.

“Miss Msifisu, it’s a pleasure to see the shock in your eyes.”

A slightly excited smile appeared on Lyon's lips:

"I wonder if you expected that you would fall into my hands when you were dragging me around like this."

In fact, even Leon himself was a little surprised that he had accidentally uttered such a classic villainous line.

It seems that he was also holding back his anger after being relentlessly pursued by M'shifisu.

The anger was so intense, and seeing Mshifisu with only half of her underwear left, revealing most of her beautiful body, was truly unbearable.

He silently repeated "calm down" several times before regaining his composure.

"Alright, let's get back to the main topic. I won't stir up any more feelings between you and your fellow race for now. Anyway, from my perspective as an astrologer, as long as you maintain this mentality of only following orders without thinking carefully, you will inevitably be killed by the halfling teammate you trust most in the future."

Lyon made a fatal sound, and K's expression became noticeably uglier.

He didn't continue the topic, but instead said:

"Tell me why you want to hunt the Second Princess. And is that why you've come to me?"

Msifisu was being held by Leon the whole time, her eyes filled with humiliation, and naturally she didn't want to say a word.

"You don't want to talk? What a pity. It seems I'll have no choice but to make you my slave."

Lyon hadn't expected Msifisu to be so stubborn.

This guy truly lives up to his reputation as a halfling intelligence expert; his mental fortitude is completely different from when he captured Macchiato.

Of course, Machiru's situation was a bit special at the time. She had just suffered from mental pollution and had not yet recovered, so her mentality was a bit weaker.

"Slaves?"

Mshifisu reacted strongly, his mind flashing through various humiliating scenes of being forced into different positions and then being brutally pried open.

Pain, pain that pierces the heart.

Given her pride, she might have enjoyed it if she had taken the initiative to confront Leon, since he was quite good-looking and had a wicked personality, which would have given her a sense of satisfaction in punishing him.

But to be rejected would be an extreme humiliation.

As a halfling intelligence expert, she was exceptionally talented and often sent abroad. Although she had not experienced those things herself, she had witnessed countless methods and knew how unbearable that kind of torture and pain was.

She struggled fiercely, and her power as a sixth-level expert began to erupt, with the muscle fibers of her slender white arms coalescing into bundles.

The rope that Lyon had made from the sinews of a powerful fifth-tier monster also swelled up, constantly stretching the space.

"Be quiet."

Lyon swung his sword, the tip stopping in front of Mshifisu's agate-like eyeball.

"I don't want your beautiful pupils to be ruined like this, right? Miss Mshphisu, I don't mean you any harm, but why did you try to attack me first? I was just trying to protect myself and make sure you wouldn't send any more members. If you behave, I won't just spare you, I'll also help you solve the problem of halflings being sold into slavery in large numbers."

Using force first, then courtesy—this is Lyon's consistent approach to prisoners of war.

It works great for people with high self-esteem.

If you try to reason with someone with a high sense of self-esteem first, then use force, they often find it very difficult to give in. This subtle psychological phenomenon is quite interesting.

When she heard Leon say he would help her solve the problem of the halfling slaves, she clearly stopped struggling.

She did not stop struggling as the sword tip approached.

When Leon brought up the issue of halfling slaves, she stopped moving.

This reaffirmed for Leon that the core driving force behind M'Shifisu's entire life was the liberation of the halfling slaves.

In some ways, her aspirations were similar to Hamra's.

However, as the supreme race on the continent (excluding dragons), Hamra's focus is on the liberation of all slaves on the continent.

As the weakest race on the continent, Mshifisu's focus was on the liberation of the halfling race.

As for the source of her core drive, Leon thought that half of it came from the lessons she learned from her slave parents, and the other half from the indoctrination of the high priest.

From a very young age, M'shfisu displayed exceptional agility and, at the age of 7 (equivalent to 14 or 15 years old in humans), he miraculously received an offer of employment as a Wind Rider, which marked a turning point in his life.

By the way, if I remember correctly, Hippie Sue is 21 years old this year (equivalent to 42 years old in human years). As for her appearance, since her appearance is fixed after adulthood, she is similar to a 21-year-old human. She has shed her childishness and exudes a vibrant and cool beauty.

A 21-year-old reaching the sixth level seems incredible, but it's not impossible for a halfling who grows at a rapid pace.

Just like for pureblood elves, it is quite common to live to their twenties and still be stuck at the second or third rank. If they don't use various means to speed things up, they can accumulate more attributes at the same rank before advancing to the next rank.

Halflings, on the other hand, have half their innate attribute caps halved, so they have much less time to accumulate them.

Of course, the fact that he was able to master the sixth-level combat skills and advance to the next level in just over ten years, and even reach the limit of three times agility, proves that M'shifisu is indeed very talented and can be considered one of the most talented among the younger generation of halflings.

"So you're willing to cooperate?"

"How can you guarantee you can help liberate halfling slaves? And how can you guarantee you have the ability to do such a great feat?"

Msifisu stared at Leon and asked slowly.

Chapter 292 Today's shame may be your glory for a lifetime.

"Before I make any guarantees, you should show me your money, Miss K."

Lyon smiled and said:

"Everything has a price, and for prisoners, the price is necessarily heavier."

What do you want?

Msifisu struggled to sit up, crossing her long, shapely white legs, and turned to face Leon.

Although she knew it was just self-comfort, her pride still wouldn't allow her to remain silent.

"I want you."

Mshifisu's expression changed; so he was still going to kill himself after all.

In that instant, countless humiliating images flashed through her mind again. Because of her previous fantasy, the images that materialized in her mind this time were clearly clearer.

She could even imagine, in the briefest moment when she closed her eyes, the strong smells of the future, how weak her frail waist would be, and how stiff her arms would be.

The thought of these things filled her with sorrow and made it difficult for her to accept.

Just as I was about to firmly refuse—

Suddenly, Lyon said calmly:

"Don't misunderstand, what I want is your loyalty. As for anything else, don't think too much about it. It's undeniable that you are very beautiful, but I never need to coerce women to conquer them."

Upon hearing this, Msifisu breathed a sigh of relief, regardless of whether Leon was trying to reassure her.

As she breathed a sigh of relief, a strange feeling also arose in her heart.

This felt like a slight agreement, because the subtle pride in Leon's words was something only someone with such extreme pride could perceive.

Then she thought to herself: You don't need to coerce a woman to conquer her? Hmph, a woman as strong as me, even if you coerce me, I will never yield!

"You just said that it's a lifelong humiliation for a strong sixth-tier player to be defeated by a third-tier player like me, but I don't think so. Do you think you lost to me just because you were careless?"

Lyon spoke again.

"Just because of carelessness?"

Mshifisu snorted and said:

“I have never underestimated you. Before I approached you, I had already investigated your background and battle record. The results were surprising. You have a record of killing powerful fourth-tier monsters multiple times during the monster tide. Although the monsters in the monster tide lose their minds and many skills cannot be used, I certainly will not underestimate you for achieving such results. In fact, I value you very much.”

This surprised Lyon, who said:

"Interesting. So the humiliation you're talking about is that you already valued me highly, yet you were still captured by me under such favorable conditions?"

Msifisu tried to turn her head away, but her chin was still being held by Leon, and another of Leon's swords was pressed against her eyes, so she could only close her eyes and remain silent.

Leon laughed. So this was the real reason why M'shifisu felt so humiliated.

First of all, Mshifisu is no longer an ordinary Tier 6; his combat record is outstanding and his results are remarkable.

This setup was captured by a three-tier crossover. Putting yourself in Leon's shoes, if he were being utterly defeated by a first-tier opponent and then humiliated naked, he would definitely be furious.

“Miss Mshifisu, I can understand you, but I cannot agree with you. In fact, although you are the first sixth-level opponent I have defeated, you do not understand my strength.”

Lyon smiled and said:

“My magic power is more than twice that of yours, and my strength and stamina are also higher. A single mid-level spell can easily break through your defensive equipment. Aside from overwhelming me with agility or suppressing me with king-level combat skills, I am nothing to me in other aspects. In fact, you should be proud. You consider losing to me a disgrace, but little do you know that in the future, the world may very well regard it as your lifelong glory.”

He was implying something.

Msifisu's eyes flickered; she had to admit she was taken aback by Leon's arrogant words.

How strong you become, how famous you become, is the glory for me, a mere level six strong, to become your defeated foe?

She doesn't believe in that.

After a moment's thought, she decided to change the subject and said slowly:

"Whether your boasts will come true, or what humiliation I will suffer, these are not important for now. Tell me how you can guarantee that you can solve the problem of halfling slaves. Since you've brought this up, if you can really do it, so what if I really become your slave?"

Undeniably, Leon's strength did indeed give her a glimmer of hope.

This also made her willing to endure all the humiliations that might come in the future and become the slave of the philandering man in front of her.

Of course, if the other party was just lying to her, she would not hesitate to commit suicide to avoid being humiliated repeatedly.

"I have no guarantees; you can only choose to believe."

Leon shrugged:

"As for whether I can do it, I can promise that I will start doing it the day I become a demigod, because liberating slaves and reducing racial oppression is not only the wish of my elders, but also a great cause. If I want to become a god, I have no reason not to do it."

Msifisu looked up and stared at Lyon.