You are all my wings...

"Cool!"

Lyon felt that all the exhaustion from the three consecutive days of fighting was worth it.

Of all the monster meats we found in this dungeon run, this was the best.

As he ate, he sped up the grilling of other parts, seemingly forgetting that Andrio was still searching for their sense of ease and joy.

Not only that, but their magic and physical strength are also rapidly recovering.

The terrifying effects of the relatively new, powerful fourth-tier monster are now on display.

Lyon estimated that, with his Rapid Mana Recovery skill and maintaining this pace, he could fully recover in just 20 minutes!

In just 20 minutes, you can recover from 2 points of remaining magic to 48 points!

Its effect is only slightly inferior to that of a third-tier magic potion.

You should know that there's enough food here for them to eat quite a lot.

Turning around, I saw that everyone except Mark, who hadn't recovered yet, was silent and wolfing down their food.

Even Berylita and Elizabeth were losing all sense of decorum as they ate, quickly devouring the meat on the tablecloth.

Time passed by as everyone grilled and ate meat.

After finishing most of the meat from the tail, Leon noticed an update to the information panel.

【主要屬性：生命力48/魔力量49/體力39/力量37/敏捷47】

Oh?

Magic and power have each increased a little?

Not bad.

Once the strength reaches 40 points, the Shadow Walker's third-tier combat skills can exert power close to that of a fourth-tier combat skill, which can be considered as having an additional melee trump card.

Lyon then looked at the attribute data of Iris and Britta.

【主要屬性：生命力61/魔力量71/體力33/力量39/敏捷43】

This is Iris's; her magic power has increased by 1 point, but her strength hasn't increased.

【主要屬性：生命力60/魔力量62/體力49/力量45/敏捷51】

This is Berylita's; she gained two points of magic in one go, a greater increase than Iris.

Is it because they just experienced a high-intensity magical confrontation?

After all, she had previously faced off against the fifth-tier expert Andrio at close range, unleashing many intermediate-level spells, which had depleted a large amount of her magic power.

According to Leon's estimate, the cost of casting intermediate spells for the Holy Invoker, Birelita, wouldn't be too high. With the added boost from her fourth-tier class, she could probably cast an intermediate spell with just 5 points of mana.

If Iris were to advance to rank four, her consumption would likely be within the same range.

For a normal fourth-tier mage, the mana cost to cast intermediate spells is generally 8 points, which can only be reduced to 5 points with extremely high proficiency.

Normally, casting an intermediate spell across three ranks costs double, around 16 points.

If your skill level is low, the energy expenditure will be even higher.

At this moment, Lyon felt a pang of heartache.

If Andrio hadn't interfered, wouldn't the stats of the Water Ape have increased even more if it had eaten the other parts?

He could only console himself that the most effective parts had already been eaten, and what was left would probably only serve to replenish the magic power he had consumed.

"Damn life alchemist, wait till I level up, I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget!"

However, despite the consolation, for Leon, who lacked attributes, the hatred of having his flesh taken away was irreconcilable!

The more heartbroken Lyon was, the faster he ate. Soon, he devoured most of the six-meter-long piece of meat, hoping to gain more attribute points.

"Leon, what are your plans for later?"

Since entering the cave, Iris had been sticking very close to Leon, as if she were asserting her dominance over Berylita.

After everyone had eaten and drunk their fill, they took turns resting. Iris then asked Leon a question.

"Find your upgrade item as soon as possible to upgrade you to tier four, so we'll have more manpower to deal with that alchemist."

Leon gave a reply, stopped paying attention to the attributes, took out the Ice-Shrinking Unicorn and the Kraken Core, and began meditation training.

Of course, the upgrade items for the Shadowwalker class are also one of the goals.

Not far away, Bovary watched as Leon quickly entered a meditative state, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes.

He thought to himself:

"Unconsciously, Lord Lyon taught me another lesson. Even with a powerful enemy watching from the side, he still calmly and casually roasted meat to recover his condition, and then seized every moment to meditate and train. This composure and calmness, and the attitude of being strong yet still diligent, are truly a model for us knights. Compared to him, I, a so-called holy knight reserve, am still far behind."

With that thought in mind, he immediately entered the training state of the Knight's Breathing Technique, his expression solemn.

Karl, sitting next to him, watched Bovary immediately begin his workout, and a series of thoughts flashed through his mind:

“This guy is usually low-key and honest, but in the previous battles, he has demonstrated extraordinary combat wisdom, and his gaze has repeatedly drifted towards Lyon. Hmph, this kid is too green, trying to fool my wisdom? No doubt about it, this guy…”

"I definitely want to seize the opportunity to show myself to the Holy Maiden!"

"We can't let him escape!"

He followed suit and tried to replace rest with the Knight's Breathing Technique to train.

Chapter Seventy-Four: The Crouching Dragon and Phoenix of the Fantasy World

Before they knew it, everyone had rested for more than 6 hours.

Although eating the tail meat of the Water Swallowing Ape had effectively helped everyone recover, the mental exhaustion from three consecutive days of fighting and suddenly facing a powerful fourth-tier monster and a fifth-tier life alchemist was something that could not be easily resolved.

A longer period of rest can indeed help a person recover better.

Perhaps it was because of the fierce battle and the nourishment from the flesh of a fourth-order monster, but Leon felt that his deep meditation had been quite effective.

Putting everything else aside, the imagery replication of the Ice Slowing Magic has jumped from about 23% of the surface imagery replication progress to 30%, more than doubling the previous rate.

Previously, the progress was generally 3% fluctuation overnight.

As expected, the rumor that real combat in the dungeon makes it easier for superhumans to improve has been proven true once again.

However, even Leon, a seasoned player, couldn't guess the reason for this phenomenon; he only knew that it was indeed true.

"Has everyone recovered sufficiently?"

Leon tapped the stone wall behind him with the hilt of his sword, making a sound that drew everyone's attention.

"Not bad."

Carl casually brushed aside his brown bangs, revealing a smug smile on his strong, square face.

"Sigh, does this mean we have to set off again?"

Milo sighed, looking weary of his work.

Bovary's face turned serious, and he almost stood up: "Your Excellency, please give the battle orders!"

As usual, Brierita didn't speak, but she looked perfectly fine. Not only had her magic been restored, but she had also healed her injuries with healing magic.

In the corner, Mark finally woke up. He had just eaten some of the roast meat that had been left for him, and his complexion was not bad.

Iris sat next to Lyon, silently wiping her wand with a handkerchief.

Leon noticed that Iris was much more 'aloof' when other people were around.

While eating barbecue earlier, Milo and Iris tried to chat, but Iris gave him a cold shoulder, leaving Milo feeling humiliated. He couldn't help but say to Bovary beside him, "What bad luck! Why is no one appreciating my charm?" Bovary simply replied, "Your mother certainly understands your charm."

Lyon cleared his throat and said:

"First, let's be thankful that the fifth-order life alchemist hasn't found us yet, which has allowed us to fully recover. Second, I'd like to briefly review the problems that existed in your reserve four paladins during the battle against the Water Devouring Ape."

If Andreio hadn't interfered, Lyon would have already held this review meeting.

As the commander, he had no intention of lecturing from the beginning.

I just want these four knights to experience their arrogance and mistakes in actual combat, to learn a painful lesson, and after they have a deep impression of it, I will give them some corrective guidance.

After all, people can't learn by being taught, but they can learn by doing.

This way, he won't have to do all the work for nothing, putting in all his effort as a nanny and then being ridiculed for being long-winded and nagging.

In fact, such cases were not uncommon in his previous life.

"Let's start with you, Karl. How would you rate your performance in the battle against the Water-Swallowing Ape out of 10?"

"Me? I made a few minor mistakes, so I'd give it a barely passing 9.7."

Karl looked humble.

Beside him, Mark, who had recovered, couldn't help but say:

"You were the first one to be beaten half to death, and this is just a minor mistake? Karl, I admit that your fourth-level combat skills were good, but to be honest, your combat performance was really terrible. If you hadn't been the one who couldn't help but attack as a meat shield and ended up being beaten half to death, our teamwork wouldn't have almost collapsed, and I wouldn't have almost died."

While speaking, Mark had a different thought process:

"Sigh, while Carl's narcissistic state is quite charming and fascinating, as his closest person, I have an obligation to let him know how big the mistakes he has made. Don't blame me for being harsh, it's all for your own good."

Lyon nodded. Although Mark had also almost died tragically, he had indeed completed his mission as a flank attacker without any problems.

As for Carl, as Mark said, he repeatedly put himself in danger in order to show off, which is not advisable.

"Karl, what's your defense of Mark's comments?"

Carl: "It's just criticism from trash, what's there to defend?"

Mark nearly slammed his fist on the table: "Karl, don't think I like..."

What do you like?

Mark realized something and immediately changed his tune: "The title of the West District's number one knight is undeserved! Even if I was almost killed before, it wasn't because I violated combat orders. At most, I just didn't find the right spot to slash!"

It turns out that Mark hasn't realized that the reason he didn't cut off the Water Swallowing Ape's tail was because he wasn't strong enough.

Leon shook his head. He had just secretly approved of him, but it turned out he was also very clever. These two were the rising stars of the fantasy world.

He whispered to Britta:

"Holy Maiden, why are all the people you chose so...unique?"

Brelita opened her eyes, shook her head slightly, and responded softly:

"The knightly profession is all of this type; the more one believes in one's own chivalrous code, the easier it is for one to become self-centered."

Leon understood that while the Knight's Code could make knights stronger, it would also make their personalities more eccentric.

No wonder he always felt in his previous life that famous knights were all more or less sickly.

In comparison, Bovary was practically the perfect subordinate, while Miro, though fond of slacking off, didn't seem too bad either.

Leon tapped the hilt of his sword, interrupting Karl and Mark's heated argument.

"Karl, you are the strongest tank in the Saintess's heart. Don't always interfere and ruin the Saintess's good impression of you."

"Am I the strongest tank?"

Carl pointed to himself, and his little eyes visibly lit up.

He seemed very pleased with this statement, fidgeting with his feet on the ground as he said:

"Since Your Excellency and the Holy Maiden have both said so, then I will certainly fulfill my duty as a meat shield!"

Mark was dumbfounded by her shy yet joyful expression.

“Mark, you did a good job in your primary duties last time, but that’s all I can say about it. Because you still made the same mistake I pointed out before, which is that you tend to become blind in critical moments. You need to control your impulse to passively follow the Knight’s Code at all times.”

How to resist the urge to passively follow the Knight's Code?

How to suppress my belief in "being brave enough to fight"?

Mark had initially been dismissive, but upon hearing this, his expression visibly changed, and a thoughtful look flashed in his eyes.

"It seems you've understood some of it."

Lyon nodded and continued his comments.

"Bovary, you performed very well throughout, and your style is well-suited for dungeon battles. Keep it up, and you will naturally become stronger and stronger."