You are all my wings...

Because the god of the night she worshipped was long ago denounced as an evil god and disappeared without a trace, and could only be contacted through specific channels, her fame on the mainland was far less than that of Happiness, and therefore she acted very discreetly.

Furthermore, her dark elf bloodline is despised by the world, naturally placing her at the table of demons and monsters—not a demon, but worse than one.

Therefore, most people feel great fear and disgust when they see her. This has nothing to do with her, but rather with the world's natural aversion to dark spirits.

However, the world is fair. Once she achieves the required accomplishments and skills, she can be promoted, regardless of whether she is dissatisfied or not.

This series of intelligence flashed through Lyon's mind, and he responded:

“Your Excellency is joking. Iris and I are already engaged, and by seniority I am your nephew. How could I do such a thing?”

His words were ambiguous.

"I only start to care a little about old feelings now. If someone really gets in my way, I won't talk about this blood relationship that I've already abandoned."

Herwiz smiled faintly:

"Enough with the nonsense. Tell me what you have to say, what you can offer, and I'll decide how to deal with you based on the situation... As for Bai Shaqilai, I never let anyone I control break free easily, and don't even think about trying anything funny with her."

Lyon said:

"What you seek is nothing more than to ascend to demigodhood, then destroy the sacred tree, and through the great deed of destroying the sacred tree, ascend to godhood, isn't that right?"

Herwiz's eyes flickered:

"Oh? How did you know I was going to destroy the Sacred Tree?"

"I have divined the past and future of all the famous and powerful figures on the mainland."

"You, a diviner of the strong, don't need to pay any price?"

Herwiz was genuinely surprised:

"Bai Shaqilai has such a hard time even divining an epic, how could you, at only fourth rank, possibly do it?"

“I have emphasized repeatedly that I am a miracle astrologer, a diligent astrologer who can predict many miracles and has always regarded daily divination as homework, and has deeply memorized the results of various divinations. So when I recognized you, I knew what you asked for and needed.”

Lyon smiled slightly.

After becoming a miracle astrologer, he had to change some of his lying techniques, otherwise he wouldn't be able to accumulate the number of successful scams he made as a con artist.

Therefore, he made it sound very convincing about things he had never done, trying to maximize his chances of successfully deceiving someone every time he faced a master.

"It seems there's a reason you can interfere with Bai Shaqilai. As an astrologer, her approach to the development of this profession is far too dogmatic."

As Herwiz spoke, her voice alluring, she placed her hand close to Leon, who was unable to move, and gently stroked him like a cat.

It must be said that her technique was very delicate; Leon's body hair stood on end.

This scene enraged Iris: "Let go of Leon!"

"Ha ha ha ha."

Herwiz burst into laughter, her body trembling with ecstasy:

“Little Iris, you’re still too naive. You always remind me of Hamra when she was young. She was just as innocent as you back then.”

Lyon was speechless.

He could see that the more he displayed his knowledge and wisdom, the more she wanted to devour his wisdom and spirituality.

The caressing action just now was merely a distraction to suppress the urge to devour it.

That's why Herwiz laughed so hard.

If she stops stroking him, she might really devour Leon's wisdom and spirit, and then Iris might really cry.

Thinking of this, Lyon coughed lightly:

"Your Excellency, in fact, if you want to resist the bloodline curse of the Dark Elves, the method of devouring wisdom and spirituality will only make you more and more degenerate, making it harder and harder for you to resist the heavy pressure of the bloodline and to advance in rank."

Herwiz's eyes immediately turned cold upon hearing this.

She suddenly stood up, her black skirt lifting to reveal another long, white leg, and kicked the wall with a thud, causing the cell to tremble once more.

"What did you say?"

Lyon immediately realized that she was very averse to the idea of ​​"devouring wisdom and spirituality."

This feeling is like those people in his past life who claimed to be vegetarians but liked to eat pig brains, or those who claimed to be pure lovers but liked to appreciate NTR works—all of which are secrets they didn't want others to tell.

"Oh, I apologize for my slip of the tongue. I was merely suggesting that Your Excellency adopt a more appropriate approach to facilitate your future ascension to demigodhood. In fact, if Your Excellency were to begin using my method now, you would undoubtedly find it easier to become a god in the future."

Whether it will make it easier for Leon to become a god is uncertain, but let's just fool him for now.

"What should we do?"

“By cultivating spiritual power and finding a way to continuously enhance spiritual power, one can naturally suppress the bloodline curse.”

"Hmph, the world's spiritual power has long been suppressed by the ancient gods. Although the legendary epic has the opportunity to awaken spiritual power, it cannot increase significantly. How do you expect me to cultivate spiritual power?"

“A sacred mural will suffice.”

Lyon said meaningfully:

"Your Excellency may not know, but I am also the strategist for the Third Holy Maiden of the Holy See. I worked with her to excavate the sacred murals and witnessed the greatness of this ancient and mysterious treasure. With this, I can guarantee that Your Excellency will definitely be able to successfully increase your spiritual power."

Everything in this statement is true, except for the last part.

"Sacred murals?"

Hervé looked thoughtful.

She naturally knew that the sacred mural had been found, but the Vatican was keeping it tightly under its control. Although she was an epic, with Moripert and Castiglione around, there were many eyes and ears, and her presence was so conspicuous that it would not be easy to hide it by ordinary means. Naturally, she dared not venture into the dungeon herself.

"So what if there are sacred murals? Do you really think I can go there?"

"Of course, as the first discoverer, I naturally know of the additional secret passage that can bypass the Vatican's eyes and ears and lead you there."

Hearing Leon say this, Iris was secretly bewildered. "I also discovered it at the same time. How come I didn't know there was a secret passage?"

Fortunately, she knew she couldn't reveal any weaknesses to the other party, so she maintained her angry face, lay on the ground, and glared at Helvie.

"Is there really a secret passage?"

Herwiz's eyes flickered.

She originally wanted to see the sacred murals.

"Of course, this is something that cannot be faked. If Your Excellency wishes to go, I can lead the way at any time, and it's the kind of secret passage that is completely safe from being detected by the Vatican's eyes and ears."

Lyon self-passage.

"Then how can you guarantee that this sacred mural will be of use to me? As a miracle astrologer, you must understand what dark spirits mean."

"Your Dark Elf bloodline was rejected by the world because you rebelled against the constraints of the Sacred Tree for tens of thousands of years, but this has little to do with the more ancient sacred murals. Because the ancient world and the present world have undergone tremendous changes, haven't they? As a long-lived species, you must know this better than I do."

This statement is entirely true.

“Very good, I will take your suggestion into consideration.”

Herwiz pondered for a moment, then said:

"Besides that, if you have any other good ideas, just say them all."

Lyon was speechless; this guy was even greedier than Bai Shaqilai.

At least Bai Shaqilai was willing to offer some benefits.

Of course, this is also because he had previously grasped the core problem of Bai Shaqilai, which was that she was mentally controlled and had been corrupted by demons in the Legendary Poems.

Aside from her flawed bloodline as a fallen dark elf and her inability to grasp the nuances of information due to her profession as a mind puppeteer, Helvie is otherwise impeccable.

Moreover, she didn't easily accept the bait that Leon had just offered.

It seems I need to say something to seduce her.

Thinking of this, Leon said:

"So what is your purpose in staying in the capital all this time?"

Herwiz's eyes flickered slightly, and she asked in surprise:

"How did you know this was the capital? You can't use divination now that you're kidnapped, can you?"

"I didn't know at first, but I found out when I saw you enter the cell."

This is also a lie. In fact, he calculated the mileage from the very beginning by using the deeply purified exit time.

"Why?"

She frowned and asked.

Leon's previous understanding of himself could be explained by his ability to divine the fates of famous masters on the mainland, but this is not something that can be known casually.

Lyon gestured with his chin towards Helvie's black dress and smiled:

"Although Your Excellency is despised by the world, you still love beauty very much and have shown a beauty that is no less than that of any woman in the world. This outfit is obviously the work of a well-known clothing store in the capital, and the fabric is obviously newly made. So the answer is obvious."

You say I'm beautiful?

But Helvie only took in the part about Leon's explanation that said "beauty that rivals any woman in the world," and a strange tremor flashed across her face.

How long has it been since I fell into darkness and became a dark elf? How long has it been since I heard anyone compliment my beauty?

The look in her eyes as she gazed at Lyon suddenly held a strange glint:

Why do you think I'm beautiful?

"Isn't it obvious? Does Your Excellency's beauty really require me to explain why I consider you beautiful?"

Lyon looked completely bewildered, then a thought stirred within him.

Does this mean that becoming a fallen dark elf will affect how others perceive her aesthetically?

Why don't I feel this sense of aversion?

Just then, he noticed a new message on the panel.

[When the villain Helvie's favorability level is reached, the character panel can be unlocked.]

Chapter 373 As a reward for you, I'll send you two women.

Wow, that's amazing! He just opened Helvie's panel?

At this moment, Herwiz gazed at Lyon:

"You won't hate me?"

She assumed Leon was just calm, so she concealed the disgust in her expression.

After all, even Iris, a member of the same race, could not hide her disgust.

But now it seems that the calmness in his expression was not fake.

“If Your Excellency is willing to let me and I leave, I will not only not hate you, but I will be grateful.”

Herwiz's eyes gleamed with a dark light, her emotions uncertain.

[Herbie's favorability increased by 2%, current favorability is 22%]

Huh?

Has she gained popularity again?

It seems that Herwiz is truly troubled by the world's rejection.

Lyon thought to himself that his seemingly joking remark might actually further confirm Helvie's judgment that he would not feel any instinctive fear or disgust towards her.

Could this be related to my identity as a time traveler?

Or is it because the aversion itself is a deceptive effect, and as the only deception master in the world, he is directly exempt from this kind of effect?

After all, while Hervé has a rather enchanting aura, it is mostly alluring. To say that she would make people feel disgusted is probably only possible for a jealous woman, while normal people would definitely be attracted to her.

Moreover, as far as Lyon knew, the ancestors of those enchanting fairies were originally dark elves who had fallen from the early days of the elven kingdom. Because they were rejected by the world, they were gradually demoted to monsters.

Therefore, the Enchanting Fairy was not a powerful monster, yet he was the first to capture her alive, and thus gained a title and achievement.

"Want to go?"

At this moment, Helvie seemed to have made up her mind after some thought, and a faint smile appeared on her rose-red lips:

“Leon Belron, I will never let you leave in this lifetime. From now on, be obedient and serve me. As for Iris, if you are willing to submit to me, I can also help you fall, so that you can experience the true talent of a pureblood elf after being freed from the shackles of the sacred tree.”