You are all my wings...

The two looked at him with surprise.

Herwiz smiled, her rose-red lips curving into a subtle arc, and then stepped inside.

"Good morning, cunning Leon Belon, and my dear niece Iris, it's been a long time."

Chapter 372 Iris: Damn it, let go of Leon!

Good morning, beautiful fairy lady.

Leon protected Iris, bowing slightly.

Herwiz's eyes flickered: "You're very calm. So it was you who caused the situation with Bai Shaqilai."

"Madam is joking. My composure is innate and has nothing to do with anything else."

Lyon remained calm and composed, responding without changing his expression.

"That's not necessarily true. Tell me, what did you say to Bai Shaqilai?"

"I was just talking nonsense, I have no idea what she thinks."

"It seems you'd rather be tortured before you tell the truth?"

Herwiz stepped into the cell, the composite door paused for a moment, and then clicked shut automatically.

Noticing this, Leon's eyes flickered slightly.

The timing of the opening and closing of the composite door is different from that of Bai Shaqilai.

When Bai Shaqilai entered, the door closed quickly, while when Helwirz entered, the door paused for a second or two longer.

This difference may be because this cell belongs to Bai Shaqilai, and she is more skilled at controlling it.

This might be a point that can be exploited.

"Madam, you're joking. I don't even know who you are."

Lyon continued to dodge the question.

Although Iris, standing behind him, found it strange that the fallen dark elf in front of her was calling her niece, she remained silent, maintaining the tacit understanding she always shared with Leon.

What's really strange is that the moment she saw Herwiz, she felt an overwhelming sense of disgust that she couldn't resist.

This made Iris even more nervous, wondering what was going on with the person in front of her.

Herwiz smiled:

"What, you think you're valuable so I won't kill you?"

Lyon said:

“Madam, I really don’t know what you’re talking about. Of course, if you can let us go, Iris and I will be extremely grateful. After all, you and Iris were once of the same race, weren’t you?”

He pretended to be stupid and played the emotional card, naturally because this was the only option he had at the moment.

Herwiz's identity is most likely that of Hamra's husband's sister.

The reason I say it's highly probable is because Leon didn't know about the relationship between Herwiz and Iris at first.

In the original storyline, because Hamra's father died early, and Elise's storyline in the second part did not intersect much with Helvie, the final boss, the relationship between the two was not clearly shown.

However, considering all the past events and how Helwirz addressed her, Hamla and Helwirz must have had a good relationship when they were young.

Herwiz was more than thirty years older than Hamra, which is only equivalent to a human's three or four years in the pureblood elf category.

Therefore, it is conceivable that Hamra's fall from grace was likely related to Helvie.

It's even possible that Helvie, after her fall, made rapid progress, advancing to Legendary and Epic levels in one fell swoop, far surpassing Hamra, and she wanted to recruit another person as her fallen companion.

Fortunately, although Leon didn't know Helvie and her family relationship, he still knew enough about her personal situation. After all, she was the final boss of the second movie, and he had all the necessary information to help him.

"Playing the emotional card?"

Herwiz strode over.

Long, slender, fair legs peeked out from the opening of her skirt as she walked.

And then later.

A foot clad in black leather boots suddenly stomped out, drawing a sharp line before crashing into the wall.

BOOM!!!

The entire cell trembled at the loud noise.

Lyon's full head of silver hair was also blown wildly by the strong wind from the kick.

Herwiz's long, white legs draped over his shoulders, brushing against his ears. Before him was the triangle of her cleavage faintly visible through the thin fabric of her black dress. It was a scene that would surely evoke all sorts of fantasies, yet Leon felt a chill run down his spine.

This guy's power generation technique is clearly superior to that of a regular pureblood elf.

Generally speaking, pureblood elves are primarily spellcasters.

And Herwiz, if he remembered correctly, was also a spellcaster.

But the technique he just used to exert force was clearly superior to that of most warrior-type powerhouses.

Whether it's a concealed attack or a swift and sudden burst of power, neither should be underestimated.

However, although Lyon was surprised by Helvie's physical skills, he remained expressionless.

This is his basic skill. As a senior fraudster, facial expression management is a basic operation. No matter how out of control he is emotional, he will not reveal any flaws.

Helvie leaned down, maintaining her position with her thighs against the wall, hooked her hand under Leon's chin, and said with a smile:

"You're so calm in the face of my kick, what an alluring boy. No wonder my niece is so infatuated with you, even abandoning her pure-blooded nobility."

Elizabeth finally couldn't hold back any longer and glared at Helvie:

"Who exactly are you?"

"Me? I've already told you you're my niece, and you still can't guess? Does Hamra not mention that your deceased father had an older sister?"

Elizabeth's eyes flickered slightly, then she shook her head:

“I’ve never heard my mother mention it.”

"That's a real pity. All these years I've often thought about her, even dreaming of taking her with me into the paradise of fallen elves, crossing the shackles of the sacred tree, and together achieving the great feat of becoming demigods."

Herwiz looked regretful.

Leon leaned back, freeing himself from Helvie's fingers that were hooked around his chin, and feigned a sudden realization, saying:

"So you are the once-renowned epic master from the mainland, the Aurora Elf Helvie."

Herwiz turned her gaze toward Lyon:

"Did you really only just recognize me? Or were you pretending... Never mind, it doesn't matter. I am indeed Helvie. You did know me, which makes it easier to move the conversation forward."

"What topic would you like to push forward?"

"As you can see, Bai Shaqilai is indeed under my control, and I need her to accomplish some things. I originally thought she was quite capable and would be able to extract some key information from you, but you made her aware of my mind control, causing me to fail. Since you have freed her, then Leon Belon, how about you become my mind puppet? Come on, obediently become my person."

Herwiz's voice doesn't have much of a seductive quality; rather, it's more of a coercive one.

As he spoke, a hidden and dangerous glint flashed in his eyes, and black flames burned fiercely at the tips of his ears.

"Your Excellency is joking. Once I become your mind puppet, while it's undeniable that you will steal much information from me, even more hidden information will remain deep within my memory. And as a mind puppet, I won't be able to exert my true wisdom to advise Your Excellency."

"Then tell me, what is your value? What are you worth? What kind of person are you?"

"First of all, I am a miracle astrologer. I wonder if Bai Shaqilai has mentioned this to you?"

"no."

"So, was it Bai Shaqilai's idea to capture me in the first place, or was it Your Excellency's idea?"

"Her thinking is because she considers you a key person."

Herwiz remained composed and casually answered Lyon's question.

She was extremely strong, and in this situation, she could easily crush anyone, so she was in the mood to listen to Leon's self-recommendation.

After all, the fact that he could see that Bai Shaqilai was under mind control, gain her trust, and then awaken her—all of which was accomplished during her imprisonment—shows that this person is indeed extraordinary and worth listening to.

"Is that so? I think it was you who initially prompted her to come to me."

Upon hearing this, Helwidge lowered her gaze:

"Interesting. I don't know any divination techniques, so why do you think I was the one who made this happen?"

"Although Your Excellency does not possess divination skills, you can still extract information from Bai Shaqilai's memories using your professional abilities. You can even uncover information that she might not have paid attention to. Of course, being deceived by you will also lead to a significant loss of Bai Shaqilai's memories. This is why Your Excellency did not personally interrogate me at first, because Your methods are too ruthless. For example, using poison to hunt monsters may be efficient and yield impressive results, but it's impossible to bring yourself to do it."

"Leon said slowly."

This is the occupational flaw of a mind puppeteer: at times, they can control a group of low-level beings with a single glance.

However, because her control methods were not gentle enough and were too forceful, although she could obtain a certain amount of information while controlling the other party, she would also lose more in the process.

Lyon deduced that Helvie had learned more about herself from the divination memories of Bessa Chirai.

As for Baisaqilai, in the end, all that remains is the monotonous impression that 'Leon Belron is involved in every future point of destruction'.

This explains to some extent why the future scenes described by Bai Shaqilai only feature Leon and do not include any other female characters.

"What a wonderful metaphor for poisoning prey."

Herwiz burst into loud laughter.

She leaned back and forth, as if she had encountered something extremely happy.

As she laughed, she suddenly leaned her face close to Leon's ear, stuck out her scarlet tongue, and slowly traced it across Leon's ear.

The hot breath sprayed into Leon's ear, making him feel a slight itch.

"What a charming boy. I love intelligent people like you. I want to devour you."

Iris was furious, and for some reason, a feeling of disgust in her heart also made her hate Herwiz very much.

Just as she was about to make a move, her body was suddenly suppressed by some invisible force, and her slender body was forced to lie on the ground, unable to move.

"Damn it, let go of Leon!"

Leon didn't move because he was also bound by an invisible force and couldn't move.

She could only let Herwiz manipulate her body as she pleased.

"Your Majesty's sense of humor is rather perverse."

Lyon said calmly.

"A twisted sense of humor? That's not even my forte, little boy. You're too young; you haven't seen my depths!"

Herwiz withdrew from her position, pulling her long legs back from the wall and standing gracefully.

“Go on, Leon Belon. You’ve just demonstrated a little bit of your knowledge of classified information. Now you have to prove that your intelligence is valuable enough to make me refrain from killing you.”

As she spoke, Herwiz licked her rose-colored lips:

"Of course, if you want me to eat you, I'd be even more happy to do so."

Lyon knew that what this guy meant by "eating" was definitely not eating in the astringent sense.

After all, as the big boss, if she really wanted to devour me, my favorability should be at least 20%, which should be enough to unlock the interface.

It hasn't been opened yet, which shows that the "like" she talks about has a different meaning.

As far as Lyon knew, after Helvies fell into darkness, she gained the ability to devour the wisdom and spirit of the intelligent beings.

Yes, literally.

The Mind Puppet Master originally did not possess this ability, but after she fell into darkness and became a dark elf, worshipping the Night Goddess Typhon, her professional abilities were greatly enhanced. She could devour a person's wisdom and spirit, turning it into nourishment to resist the Bloodline Curse, and offering most of that wisdom and spirit to the Night Goddess.

Although the pureblood elves are a powerful race, their advancement path is already passively planned due to the limitations imposed by the Sacred Tree.

All pureblood elves who choose a class other than the designated one will be unable to advance.

At that time, Herwie showed rebellious thinking in her childhood. She was unwilling to follow the prescribed path to promotion and went out to travel at a very young age. By chance at the sixth level, she switched to the profession of mind puppeteer and became obsessed with manipulating people's hearts, going further and further astray.

Finally, before ascending to Legend, she realized that the pureblood elves were bound by the sacred tree, so she resolutely chose to reverse her bloodline and fall into darkness, thereby successfully breaking free from the sacred tree's constraints, becoming a Legend, and successfully ascending to Epic more than forty years ago.

With her manipulative skills, she has reached the pinnacle of her career, ranking second only to Moripert in terms of strength.

Of course, the reason it is not as good as Moripe is mainly due to the elemental advantage.