You are all my wings...

Were you attacked by Elizabeth just now?

He even ejaculated inside?

Lyon looked up and saw a face that was a mixture of shock, nervousness, blushing, shyness, fear, and helplessness.

So she didn't expect herself to wake up so quickly during her meditation?

It seems she was unaware that Leon had already mastered deep meditation and could freely enter and exit this state.

In the case of regular deep meditation, it is generally difficult to be disturbed unless there is a high risk.

"Elise, it seems I just had a nice dream."

Lyon grinned sheepishly.

He decided to deceive them.

Inactive, irresponsible, and unwilling to refuse.

There are still many side quests and main quests waiting for you in the future, and a vast forest to explore, so don't rush!

As for deep fluid exchange, you can't really do that in a cave, it would look like you're having sex in the wild.

We still need to go outside and create some atmosphere...

"Oh yes, so Leon, you were dreaming just now. No wonder your complexion looked different from when you were meditating."

Elizabeth tacitly pretended to be stupid.

"Then I wish you sweet dreams. I also need to go and meditate to practice, and try to master intermediate healing magic and intermediate purification magic as soon as possible!"

She was in a great mood, happily jumped onto a rock in the corner, stared blankly for a moment, then took a deep breath and began to meditate.

Lyon turned his head and saw that someone was on guard at the entrance of the passage, not looking into the cave.

The only one who didn't rest was Machiru.

So was Iris's night attack instigated by Macchiato?

She used to be sarcastic and sarcastic towards Iris, and she tried to sow discord between them. Why is she suddenly being so considerate now?

What exactly is she planning?

"Macchiato, come here."

Lyon waved.

Macchiato didn't move.

"My dear master, I also need to restore my magic power. Please come to me again in six hours if you need anything."

She moved to a corner with a gentle and frail appearance and entered a meditative state.

Meditation can focus the mind and improve the body's energy recovery efficiency, thus it is also a means to accelerate the recovery of magical energy.

Leon narrowed his eyes, thought for a moment, and then remained silent.

Continue your meditation practice.

Anyway, I just made a profit.

……

In the blink of an eye, nearly seven hours had passed since Lyon reached the 41st floor, during which he had enjoyed a rare and pleasant rest.

Whether it was thanks to the stimulation from Iris or not, he was in excellent condition throughout this meditation session, and his efficiency in replicating the imagery of the Ice Reduction spell improved considerably.

That night, he made progress to 71% in one go, very close to completely replicating the surface image and being able to cast the initial slowing spell.

After that, he should appropriately shift his training focus to other intermediate magic.

Because he also had to consider advancing to the third or fourth rank.

The minimum requirement for advancing to the fourth rank is mastering an intermediate spell.

To make your promotion smoother and avoid failure, the more you master and the more proficient you are, the better.

The increase in strength after such a promotion will be stronger than that of a regular promotion.

After the fourth tier, there's still the formidable mountain of advanced magic.

A super magic that many people could never learn in their entire lives.

Only by mastering and being able to use advanced magic regularly can one be considered to have slightly risen to the ranks of skilled spellcasters.

If Berylita weren't limited by her magic power, she could normally use advanced magic at the fourth level, which is a real shame.

Human beings still have too many flaws.

"Your Excellency, let's discuss the next steps. After discussion, we've decided to abandon our plan to conquer the fake Wisdom Tree. What do you think?"

Rent walked over.

After a night's rest, everyone was in good condition and looked quite well.

"Give up?"

Lyon said calmly:

"It really surprises me. I thought you would be determined to take revenge. After all, one of your teammates died at the hands of the False Wisdom Tree, and you almost perished as well, didn't you? And judging from the results of the last battle, we have already severely damaged the Wisdom Core of the False Wisdom Tree."

"Your Excellency, I want to ask you something. The Saintess's extremely powerful intermediate combination spell failed, which was unexpected, wasn't it?"

Reynder's smile remained, but his eyes were noticeably sharper, and his tone carried a hint of questioning.

Yesterday he acted all high and mighty like a nice guy, but today he suddenly changed his tune?

Bovary, unable to contain his anger, suddenly stood up:

"Friend, what do you mean by that? Are you implying that you made a mistake in command?"

"No, no, Your Excellency misunderstands. I simply hope to prevent any further casualties within my team. That's a perfectly reasonable concern, isn't it?"

Renette smiled and waved, then met Leon's gaze, a barely perceptible glint of sharpness flashing across his eyes:

"Then, Your Excellency Lyon, could you provide a proper explanation for the question I just raised?"

Leon shook his head: "I don't have much to explain. Accidents always happen in battle, and our mission is to suppress them. After all, our teammates will at least be saved because of this, right?"

"So you think you can cover up your mistake with such a vague and simple statement?"

Rente asked in a solemn voice.

Carl rushed over, met Reynt's gaze, and said in an icy voice:

"I'm asking you, what's wrong with you? Is this how you treat your savior?"

“We are all very grateful for your life-saving grace, but one thing is for another. I cannot let my teammates be in danger for unknown reasons. If possible, I only hope to safely walk out of the 41st and 40th floors and return to the relatively safe 39th floor.”

Renette sighed and spread his hands with a helpless expression:

"Lord Karl, I ask you, are you willing to let your teammates sacrifice themselves for revenge? We can wait until we're stronger before coming back, can't we?"

Karl was speechless.

Leon waved his hand to stop Bovary from speaking, and calmly said:

"So, you've been rambling on and on with all that pretense, just wanting to back out and break up with our temporary team, right?"

Chapter 117 I was just swindling him.

The smile on Reynard's face vanished.

"Your Excellency, please don't put it so harshly. I was just doing this for my teammates."

"Is it unpleasant to hear? Good words and bad words, aren't they all essentially the same thing?"

Lyon's voice was calm:

"Since you're doing this, don't be afraid of what people will say. But if you're afraid of what people will say, it means you know it's wrong, doesn't it?"

Reynter narrowed his eyes: "It seems that you don't want to make friends with us."

Milo stood up, looking annoyed. "I think I've got it backwards. It's you who want to stop being friends with us first, isn't it?"

Although he's a nobody, he still has a strong sense of belonging to the team.

"It seems we can't continue this conversation. You lot, your commander doesn't seem to value your lives at all. He clearly isn't entirely confident in the battle, yet he's dragging you into a desperate fight and sacrifice! He's either stupid or malicious. I suggest you think it over carefully. That's all I have to say. Let's go!"

Reynard left with these clearly provocative words, flicked his hand, and prepared to leave.

Mark moved sideways, blocking Reent's path, and said:

"Your Excellency is mistaken. The problem now is not about sacrifice, but that you clearly had the ability to win and gain a great opportunity to improve the team's strength, yet you deliberately gave that opportunity away and hijacked the team's will, telling yourselves that running away was fine under the pretext of safety first. This is essentially cowardice! It's completely different from the tactical retreat that His Excellency Lyon arranged before!"

"If we don't see eye to eye, what's the point of talking? Friend, you're only at the third level, and I'm at the fourth. Have you considered the consequences of blocking my way like this?"

“I, Mark, as a knight, never fear battle, never fear death! Even if you are fourth rank! If you dare to fight, I will fight you to the death, so what?”

Mark gripped the sword hilt tightly, adopting a crouching, bowed stance, ready to draw his sword at any moment.

“Mark, you can never wake someone who is pretending to be asleep. Let them go. It’s better to know their position sooner rather than later, so they don’t cause us any trouble.”

Lyon waved to stop Mark.

This cave isn't very big. If a big battle breaks out, it will attract monsters, who will then surround us from both sides. That would be the most foolish way to die.

As for killing them over a disagreement, that's not the case, since such a thing would have serious repercussions.

Of course, just in case, Lyon decided to take precautions, saying:

“Rente, I know the reason you turned against us. It’s nothing more than that your boss comes from the royal family and is about to take a series of actions against the Papacy. In order to show your loyalty, you decided to state your position and avoid too much communication with us, so as not to arouse suspicion, right?”

Renette hesitated.

"Hmph! What kind of story are you making up?"

"You don't need to deny anything. Someone quietly left last night. You don't think I didn't notice, do you? The reason you're so confident you can get out of the 41st floor without us is because other teammates found you, right? Isn't that great? It saves you from scheming against us and you don't have to think about how to repay our life-saving grace. Ah, that's wonderful."

As soon as Lyon uttered these sarcastic words, the others, except for Reyn, immediately showed signs of wavering.

The change in expression was most obvious in the third-level spellcaster couple, after all, they were still too young.

As for Qiercha and Heshir, their eyes also flickered.

But they quickly backed down.

Everyone witnessed this scene.

Reynard didn't say anything more and quickly left with his teammates.

“Rente, I hope you remember one more thing: you’ve offended not only His Excellency Lyon, but also us, the future holy knights and pillars of the Holy See! If you dare to do anything dirty when you get back, don’t blame us for being ruthless.”

Carl watched Reynolds and his group leave and shouted sharply.

Lyon patted Carl on the shoulder and said:

"That's enough. I'm sure you all know that the Horshah royal family has long wanted to overthrow the Papacy's rule. Although they're currently on the surface acting like we're on good terms, their positions are what they are, and conflict is inevitable. Be more careful in the future."

"Your Excellency, you let them go too easily."

Mark complained, "I've wanted to teach that seemingly enthusiastic but actually hypocritical bald guy a lesson for a long time. He kept trying to get close to Carl and ask for information, which was really infuriating."

Milo said speechlessly, "Come on, Mark, although your line 'I'm not afraid of death' was very cool, it's nothing but coolness. Do you really think you can beat the other guy? Just putting on an act is enough."

Mark: "Hmph, even if I can't beat him, it's only a temporary problem. Once I successfully become a Paladin, I'll make sure he can easily beat me with one hand!"

“There’s no need to fight in this small cave. It would cause a lot of trouble later. Besides, they definitely have teammates on the outside. We can’t give them any openings. Although they certainly won’t dare to attack us now, we can’t guarantee that we won’t be caught off guard.”

Lyon shook his head, trying to calm the group down.

Bovary looked at Leon with a face full of admiration and said respectfully:

"How did you figure out that the other party was from the royal family? And how did you even know that someone went out last night? I kept watch all night yesterday, but I didn't find anything."

“I was just bluffing him. I didn’t know at first whether any of them left last night.”

Leon shrugged:

"However, judging from their reactions, someone did indeed sneak out to exchange intelligence with other teams. I reckon the person who got away with it is that scout named Qiercha. His stealth skills are quite good, so we should be wary of him."

"Kielcha? Speaking of which, I found a note on Kielcha's seat. Please take a look."

Bovary respectfully handed over a crumpled piece of paper.