You are all my wings...

"The true talent of pureblood elves?"

Elizabeth was taken aback.

"Of course, our talents were indeed blessed by the Sacred Tree in the beginning and improved generation after generation. But this situation began to change 30,000 years ago. Otherwise, why would I have fallen into the form of a dark elf?"

Herwiz walked over and gently patted Iris's face.

Lyon said:

"Isn't what you're doing just jumping from one constraint to another?"

"Yes, but I am now an epic, while Hamra has not yet become a legend, and that is the difference."

Herwiz smiled faintly:

"The superior talents of pure-blooded elves should allow them to ascend to Legendary status within fifty and Epic status within a hundred. But now, reaching Rank 6 at a hundred is considered genius, and becoming Legendary at two hundred is rare. Isn't that ridiculous? Even if they live long, they've wasted too much time at the bottom, preventing them from witnessing higher achievements. And how can they live up to the title of the continent's number one race?"

For a moment, Elizabeth couldn't think of any rebuttal.

After all, she also wanted to become stronger quickly. She was always protected by Leon, and she wanted to become a legend as soon as possible so that she wouldn't be bullied by these people who acted arrogantly just because they were promoted early.

Lyon said, "Your Majesty's actions may be swift, but when you ascend to the ranks of demigod or even god, you will inevitably encounter even greater obstacles."

“I’ve stood on the Epic for so many years. Even if there are great obstacles, isn’t it still better than waiting in the sixth tier? Alright, Leon Belon, tell me all the good promotion strategies you have.”

Herwiz said indifferently.

Okay, we're back to this topic again.

Lyon then said, "Your Excellency currently lacks the necessary conditions for promotion, and if your mental strength is not sufficiently enhanced, the Bloodline Curse will inevitably erupt on the day of your promotion, causing all your efforts to be in vain. Therefore, strengthening your mental strength remains the top priority. Secondly, regarding the demigod-level magic of the Mind Puppet Master, I'm afraid Your Excellency has no clue what to do about it for the time being?"

Herwiz: "That's right."

"Your Excellency probably still doesn't understand why you've been unable to comprehend this demigod-level mental magic. And the reason you've been staying in the capital recently is to seek some inspiration?"

Herwiz's eyes showed surprise:

"You even know this? Is miracle astrology really that powerful?"

"Half divination, half speculation."

Lyon had no clue why she was staying in the capital when he asked her earlier, but after their conversation, he suddenly realized that Helvie was probably going through a period of confusion.

In other words, despite decades of striving for epic status, they still haven't grasped the clues to becoming demigods.

It's likely that her staying here is primarily to verify whether Bai Shaqilai's plan will succeed.

On one hand, it was for the sake of achievements, and on the other hand, it was to gain a demigod-level understanding of mental magic.

Because I had so much free time, I made this casual move, asking Bai Shaqilai to bring me, the future core person, over to ask for information and make a reference.

In the original storyline, Bai Shaqilai did not instigate a war of annihilation. However, due to the awakening of her past life memories, the world situation changed, which led to a very different result in Bai Shaqilai's divination, causing her to plot a war of annihilation.

Then, Helvie, who was staying in the capital seeking inspiration, noticed her scheme and turned the tables, using her mind to control others, which led to the current series of events that were completely different from what Leon knew.

Ultimately, even a glimpse into one's fate can lead to a change in circumstances.

This is precisely because Herwiz is currently in a period of uncertainty, which gives her more room to maneuver.

With this in mind, Lyon already had a plan for what to do next.

"Your Excellency, regarding how to comprehend demigod-level mental magic, the Sacred Mural actually also has this function. It was within the Sacred Mural that I comprehended advanced magic at the third rank ahead of schedule. As you can see, my mage profession is still at the third rank. The reason I can do this is because I have also mastered a method to improve the efficiency of magic comprehension from the Sacred Mural, which is a secret that others do not know."

This was also a lie; in reality, he had only grasped the intermediate level of perfection.

Of course, when he goes to the sacred mural next time, he can use it to comprehend the Perfect Level Superior.

He has memorized the spellbooks of several advanced spells. Currently, he can cast Advanced Hurricane Bullet normally. He has made several percent progress in replicating the other spells. If it weren't for the fact that he has been practicing Monster Muscle Resonance and mental power more seriously these past two days, he would probably have already reached 50% in the other advanced spells with the support of the dual deep mode.

Upon hearing this, Hervé observed Lyon carefully for a moment:

"You do indeed resemble a third-tier mage. Is fourth-tier another warrior-type class? Did you really learn advanced magic at the third tier?"

Magic is not a combat skill, and it is very difficult to learn.

Learning one level ahead is already difficult, let alone two levels ahead without professional support.

"If Your Excellency does not believe me, you may remove me from the cell and lift the magical restrictions. I will activate it for you as proof."

Lyon also laid out a paving stone here.

That is, he felt that the reason he couldn't cast spells was because of the magic-blocking array, not because his magic was sealed.

It's hard to say when this setup will be used in the future, but once he finds an opportunity to escape, he can use it to cheat Herwiz!

"Hmph, no rush, let's wait until Bai Shaqilai comes back."

Herwiz's eyes held a subtle meaning:

"As for the secret method that only you can master regarding the sacred mural, I will investigate it myself. If it is proven that you are lying, you will know the consequences when you return."

After saying this, Herwiz turned and left.

Lyon watched her retreating figure, lost in thought.

He has already set up the trap, and added two layers of protection. Now it's up to Herwiz to see if she can take the bait.

He opened Herwiz's profile.

[Character: Herwez d. Forren]

Age/Lifespan: 139/3099

[Plot Weight: a]

[Potential Rating: S+]

【Occupation: Mind Puppet Master】

Current level: Tier 8

【主要屬性：精神力102/生命力410/魔力量449/體力341/力量315/敏捷368】

The Dark Epic: The Devil Is Dead

[Epic Effects: Leads to Decline and Aversion to Long Ballads]

[The event has been completed, triggering Helvie's main quest "Fallen to Godhood"]

[Quest Details: Help Helvie ascend to the status of a fallen god]

[Mission Rewards: Maximum Magic Power +300; Spirit Power +100; Strength +100; Agility +100; Learn God-level Mind Magic, Mind Domain]

[The event has been completed, triggering Helvie's personal side quest "Destroying the Sacred Tree"]

[Quest Details: Help Helvies knock down the sacred tree in the center of the Elven Sacred Land]

[Mission Rewards: Maximum Magic Power +40, Spirit Power +20, Learn King-level Mind Magic, Mind Puppet]

Wow, this is a powerful interface, powerful tasks, powerful rewards.

Even god-level magic has appeared.

Two missions, one King-level difficulty and one God-level difficulty.

It is evident that it would be extremely difficult for someone of Herwiz's depraved lineage to ascend to godhood.

As for her personal panel, which averaged four or five times the attribute limit, he wasn't surprised.

After all, he is the fifth epic of the continent, and a long-lived species. He has also been freed from the constraints of his talent, which has accelerated his growth. In a few years, he will become a super boss. It would be strange if his attribute accumulation was not four or five times that of the ultimate Leon.

Basically, starting from Legend, two or three times the limit is the norm, and the longer the lifespan, the higher the attribute accumulation.

Half a minute later, he and Iris were able to move again, obviously because the restraints left by Herwiz had been released automatically.

Lyon stretched his body, his blood circulation returned to normal, and Helvie's control methods just now were probably also the effect of mind magic.

After recovering, Iris slammed her face on the ground, then, disregarding her own safety, she suddenly hugged Leon tightly, patting him all over, her face full of worry and heartache.

"Leon, are you alright?"

"It's alright, she didn't put anything on me, don't worry."

Lyon offered a word of comfort, then continued:

"Elise, did your mother really not mention Helvie before?"

Iris shook her head: "Never heard of it."

"But the first thing Helvie said to you when she first met you was, 'It's been a long time.'"

"Hmm, could it be that I saw it when I was just born?"

Elizabeth looked thoughtful.

Lyon seemed to be deep in thought. When Iris was born, Helvie had already been elevated to an epic and had long since become a fallen dark elf.

If she made a special trip to see Iris when she was born, it would mean that she might not truly lack familial affection.

Trying to emotionally sway her might also be a supporting strategy.

"Alright, enough of that, Iris. To heal your wounded heart, let me comfort you."

As he spoke, Leon began to physically assault him.

As he spoke, he used his mouth to lick the tip of Elizabeth's ear.

Iris's body began to throb, her ear tips turned red, and her heartbeat could be heard through her clothes by Leon.

……

Three days later.

Around a tavern in the capital.

"That damned Leon, he wouldn't really abandon me, would he?"

Machiru, petite in stature, wore a black robe, her delicate white hands beneath the long sleeves supporting a jade staff. She rode a cursed serpent shrunk to the size of an earthworm, seemingly harmless, as she wandered through the streets of the capital.

Another cursed venomous snake emerged from the side of her hood, its triangular, jet-black head darting up and down, its black scales gleaming coldly, flicking its tongue and constantly sending signals to Machiru.

She was absolutely convinced that Lyon had been kidnapped.

After all, it's impossible for Iris to run away with Lyon.

I was just annoyed by not finding it after searching for so many days.

However, based on the cursed snake, she deduced that Leon must be hiding in the capital, and that the murderer was likely that slutty catwoman.

So she concealed her tracks and searched quietly.

Once she finds the person, she will immediately send a signal to Britta.

If she could, she would also like to save Leon on her own.

But she knew she couldn't act rashly at this time, so she wouldn't act blindly and miss the opportunity.

"That tavern is very suspicious."

Maqi glanced discreetly at a quiet spot around the corner, a hint of suspicion in her eyes.

After several times approaching the vicinity of the tavern, the cursed snake changed direction.

This indicates that the scent was deliberately distorted to interfere with magic and alchemical monsters that are skilled at detecting scents.

In addition, Macchiato had been wandering around for several days, and at first she didn't see that the tavern was open, so she didn't care.

But it was strange that no taverns were open for business in this bustling area for several days in a row.

After thinking for a moment, to avoid alerting the enemy, she walked to a distance and found an adventurer who clearly lived in the area and asked:

"Uncle, do you know why that tavern hasn't been open for the past few days? My father is looking to buy a shop and start a business."

She smiled sweetly, revealing an innocent and harmless smile, her small, white tiger teeth slightly showing.

The adventurer was initially furious. Who the hell dared to stop me?

Upon seeing Macchiato's adorable face, he was immediately captivated, his steely resolve almost melting. He thought that if he had a daughter, she should look just like her, and so he smiled kindly.

"It's said that the boss is going back to his hometown to get married soon and will be back in a while."

"When will the boss be back?"

"I don't know, I guess it'll be at least a month or two before they come back."

"Okay, thank you, Uncle."

Macchiato didn't dare ask too many questions to avoid attracting attention, and turned to leave.