You are all my wings...

In an instant, everyone inside the small cave was caught up in the chaos.

When Iris saw Leon begin to meditate, she was immediately eager to try it again, wanting to taste that strange sensation from before.

That feeling was joyful and comfortable.

When she practiced meditation, she experienced a significant increase in efficiency.

She didn't know the reason, but she had heard that the mind is a vast ocean, and happiness and joy can make it easier to dive into the depths of the mind and do all kinds of meditation and exercises.

She used to scoff at this idea. What is happiness? What is joy?

What exactly is the meaning of such a mysterious concept? Can it make you stronger?

But now she thinks, "It smells so good!"

Even though the 41st floor was fraught with danger and teeming with fifth-order monsters, she always felt that as long as she was with Leon, she could overcome any difficulty.

The feeling of happiness she had just experienced did indeed improve the efficiency of her meditation practice significantly.

As a result, her intermediate light healing magic, which had been stuck for a long time, has also made considerable progress. If she continues for a while, she may be able to learn it!

So she prepared to do it again and then enter a meditative training state.

However, just as she was about to make her move, Macchiato suddenly drifted over at an astonishing speed and grabbed her hand.

"What's wrong, Master Macchiato?"

Iris felt less hostility and more respect for Machiru, who had given her appropriate life advice.

As long as Macchiato doesn't threaten her, she's willing to give her more respect instead of being hostile towards her at every turn.

"Elise, were you just about to kiss Lyon?"

"As expected of Master Macchiato, she saw through my thoughts at a glance."

"Iris said admiringly."

Overwhelmed by the praise, Machiru couldn't help but smugly toss her short silver hair, then looked down at Iris, who was a head and a half taller than her, and patted her shoulder on tiptoe:

"My skills weren't developed in a day or two. The more you learn, the more you'll benefit from them."

"Yes, Master Macchiato, is there anything you wish to instruct me on that you have grasped my hand?"

"I wouldn't presume to offer advice. I understand that you enjoyed it the first time and wanted to try it again, but disturbing Leon's meditation practice like this could easily interfere with him. Since you like him, you should do everything that's good for him, don't you agree?"

Ma Qilu coughed lightly and said with a deep expression.

"Just because you like him, does that mean you should do everything for his good? Master Machiru, you're not just a Leon Tong, you're a master of famous quotes! That's amazing! I guess my understanding of this world is still quite limited!"

Iris pondered the words, finding them profound and perfectly suited to her taste.

"So, do you understand now?"

"I understand."

Machiru nodded repeatedly. Very good. Iris was still very cooperative this time. As long as she didn't misunderstand like last time, her goal of stopping Iris would be accomplished.

The first attempt to stop it was a mistake, but we can't afford to fail again the second time, can we?

His deception skills have been proven, so shouldn't Leon take back what he said about not being able to fool anyone?

However, just in case, she wanted to double-check beforehand, so she asked:

"So what should you do now?"

"For Lyon's sake, I should kiss him more often."

"Yes, that's right, you understand it very well."

Iris nodded, then suddenly darted to Leon's side and plopped inside.

Macchiato was still nodding deeply when she suddenly realized that she might have said the opposite of what she had just said.

But by the time she realized what was happening, Iris had already completed the whole process, floated back to her seat, and started her meditation practice.

Maqi was stunned for a while before she began to understand what was happening.

why?

Why is kissing actually for Leon's good?

She glanced at Elizabeth, intending to ask her what was going on.

But then I thought it wouldn't be right to disturb her meditation, so I held back for a moment, clenching and unclenching my fists, and finally decided, "Oh well, I'll ask her after Iris finishes her meditation."

Machiru walked to her seat with a bored expression and began her meditation.

She has been at the fourth rank for five or six years now, and the intermediate magic she has mastered is mainly the two rare spells: Divine Might and Curse.

"If I want to advance, I still need to focus on Divine Might Magic. This magic contains the mysteries of the gods and is absolutely incomparable to ordinary magic!"

Among the inherited skills she possesses are three superior divine magic spells and one king-level spell, which perfectly encompass all the magic required to advance to the sixth rank.

……

Lyon suddenly felt a strange taste in his mouth.

It felt very comfortable, and it immediately relaxed his mind.

As a result, the progress of my meditation practice has also seen a small boost.

"Is it another attack by Iris? I didn't expect her to be so bold. Could it be that Macchiato instigated it again? Macchiato probably won't tell me. Oh well, I'll just subtly probe Iris next time."

In a hazy state, these thoughts flashed by in an instant.

Chapter 120 What?! Your Excellency is feeding the Holy Maiden?

Another seven or eight hours passed.

Karl couldn't stay still any longer. After breaking out of his breathing exercise, he swayed around a few times and couldn't resist coming to find Leon.

"Your Majesty, how is the Holy Maiden now?"

Leon, who had just emerged from his meditative state, replied:

"So far it's not bad. I cast a few water healing spells on her, which is somewhat effective. Of course, the most important thing is that I've fed her monster meat."

"What! Your Excellency is feeding the Holy Maiden? I didn't see that!"

Carl looked shocked.

"What's the big deal about feeding them?"

Leon glanced at Carl, "Don't be more alarmed if you knew what else I'm up to."

"Alas, such a pure person is being fed by a man like you. Alas, my dream is shattered."

Karl sighed.

"The saintess is also a human being; she eats and defecates too. What's so great about her dreams being shattered?"

Lyon was speechless.

"You don't understand. The Holy Maiden is the dream of thousands of knights in our Holy See Knights Order. Even if she defecated, she would smell sweet, and I would be happy to offer her to her. Even if she urinated, she would taste sweet, and I would be willing to lick her."

Carl spoke with a deep expression.

Lyon: "..."

This guy is sick, seriously sick!

"Your Vatican is going too far in your criticism of the Holy Spirit."

"Hmph, even if it's you, I can't pretend I didn't hear you say that! You probably don't know, but those chosen by the gods to be saintesses must have the physique of a pure maiden, a rare sight even after decades, possessing a body free from impurity, filth, and odor, and a soul free from evil and desire! Among them, Saintess Burelita's physique is second to none! Such a person, even the excrement from daily food, after being transformed by the body, becomes a rare sacred object."

Carl recited the above lines slowly, as if in a chant, which sent shivers down Lyon's spine.

This is absolutely something the Vatican fabricated to deceive its subordinates and facilitate its rule.

Undeniably, Berylita's physique must be extremely special, otherwise she could not have become a human capable of bearing the power of the gods.

This person has a very special constitution, but it shouldn't be to the point that their poop smells good... I don't think so, right?

Well, I have to admit, Leon inadvertently had a thought of verifying this claim. My apologies.

Lyon initially wanted to retort to Karl, but then he realized he had almost been swayed himself, and lost the will to argue.

"Never mind, as long as you're happy."

"It is enough that Your Excellency knows about the saintess's holiness."

Carl nodded, then couldn't resist leaning close to Leon's ear and whispering:

"So, how did you feed Her Majesty the Saintess?"

"Get out!"

"Good."

Upon seeing Leon's change in expression, Carl quickly ran away.

He clearly knew how outrageous his problem was.

Leon shook his head, ate some monster meat, and was about to continue his meditation training.

At this moment, Ma Qilu walked over quietly.

"Oh, my dear and venerable master, when shall we leave this cave? It's too uncomfortable to meditate and train here. I'd like to hunt for alchemy materials that I can use. I've been researching goblin fertility lately. I wonder if my dear and venerable master would be interested in learning more?"

Every time she says the words "dear and respectable," there's a strange contortion to her face.

Leon glanced at her. Why did she look so strange today?

It's like the green face of those old retail investors who suffered huge stock market crashes in their past lives.

"Didn't you want to study the mysteries of the gods?"

"There is no conflict. The mystery of the gods is a big problem, while the goblin's fertility is a small problem. But if I can solve this small problem, I can get one step closer to the big problem."

"That's interesting. Tell me more about it?"

"The divine mysteries I am currently exploring mainly involve two major authorities: life and creation, and divine power and eternity. These two are interconnected and implicitly contain each other. This is undoubtedly a very huge subject, right?"

When Machiru spoke about her professional field, the gloom on her face vanished, and her eyes lit up:

"When we talk about goblins, our first impression is often their reproductive ability. In fact, their reproductive ability is indeed the highest among non-insect monsters. As long as there is one male goblin, it can reproduce into an entire small population within three days!"

Leon: "I understand what you mean, but what does this have to do with the authority of the gods?"

Maqilu chuckled coldly and said:

"It's very simple. According to my research, any race that is considered the strongest in a single field is more or less related to the blessings or curses of ancient gods. For example, dragons are born with immense magical power and can live for hundreds of generations, surpassing countless short-lived species. I believe that this kind of race is related to the creative authority of the gods."

"So you think goblins are a race blessed by the gods? Because of this blessing, they have been tainted by the mystery of the power of life?"

"almost."

"So how do you plan to conduct your research?"

"That's complicated. I'm afraid you wouldn't understand even if I explained it. Oh, I'm sorry, my dear and respectable master. I'm not trying to mock your lack of knowledge or ignorance."

Once she seized the opportunity, Machiru spared no effort in her pursuit of Yin Yang Leon.

I don't know what's wrong with her, but she's unusually irritable today.

Was it because she overheard him feeding Berylita?

Or was it something that instigated Iris?

Lyon smiled and said:

"It's alright. As your dear and respectable master, you must teach me when you have the chance. Since you respect me so much, it's only reasonable for you to teach me, right? After all, you are so knowledgeable and so intelligent."

"Hmph! Of course I am knowledgeable, smart and wise, do you need to emphasize that? But since you've said so, I might as well be merciful and teach you."

Macchiato crossed her arms and left with her head held high.

As she sat back down in her seat, she suddenly smacked her forehead:

"Oh dear, what was I talking to Leon about? How come I forgot as soon as we started talking?"

After showering Macchiato with compliments and sending her away, Leon casually ate a few pieces of fourth-grade bear meat, thinking that no one should come looking for him now.

Then Bovary walked over.