You are all my wings...

The two stared at each other for three seconds.

Berylita felt a little strange; she even wondered why she was keeping such a close distance with Leon.

But for some reason, this very close distance felt...

nervous.

The heart beats faster than the breathing rate.

At this moment, the usually calm, composed, and steady Britta couldn't help but recall the simple joy of sneaking out for the first time during her childhood under strict family discipline, wandering freely in the mountains and forests, and the deep fear of never being able to find that joy again after her family discovered her and kept her under strict control.

Ah yes, I am afraid, that's why I'm nervous, she thought.

She was afraid of herself, afraid that she wouldn't be able to control her urge to do something.

She was afraid that if she did something beyond her bounds at this moment, this happiness would be taken away.

As a saint, one cannot have worldly emotions.

It must be pure and clean, without any blemishes.

If she does anything that exceeds the bounds of her special status as a 'saint,' everything will disappear.

Even the simple joy of being with the person in front of you will disappear.

Moreover, he also carried a very heavy responsibility and an ideal that he had to realize.

You have to take the initiative to say something, at least to make a real decision for yourself, instead of just being obsessed with the present.

She was thinking about it, but she didn't take any new action.

After hesitating for a while, she finally spoke, ready to say something.

"Where's Lyon? Where did you go?"

It was Iris; her gaze shifted from the direction where she was watching Machiru cast her alchemical spell.

Berylita was startled and took three steps back, reaching out to straighten the plain purple crescent-shaped hair ornament on her forehead—which was actually not crooked and did not need to be straightened.

"Oh, you guys are here."

Iris walked over, her face still showing some excitement at seeing the magical, firework-like brilliance.

"Oh, nothing, Iris. I was just discussing the follow-up plans with Leon."

She offered to explain, even though Iris didn't ask, "What are you doing?"

Normally, she would never explain things to Iris, the person she often teased.

I would never deliberately tell such an obvious lie.

"Oh, I see."

Iris seemed not to notice the very close distance the two had been maintaining for a long time.

Birelita breathed a sigh of relief.

It wasn't because Iris hadn't been here before, but because Iris had just arrived.

Iris's arrival meant that Berylita didn't have to say anything in that atmosphere.

If I were to actually say it, perhaps some things would suddenly disappear.

Breretta thought to herself, and gave Leon her usual elegant smile:

“Leon, what I just told you isn’t necessarily something you have to do, but rather I want to use your wisdom to help me find some suitable strategies to accomplish these things.”

Leon noticed that Britta's mental state had just changed subtly.

However, it is not yet clear how or how the transformation will take place.

With Iris present, it wasn't a good time to start a conversation; we could only wait for a chance to be alone together before trying again.

However, this side quest, if it doesn't require his personal involvement, but only involves sending a few words to help him, is relatively easy to complete.

After all, the task only required helping Britta, not completing it on her own.

"I will consider it carefully. If possible, if the Holy Maiden has any relevant information, please pass it on to me so that I can make a comprehensive consideration."

Lyon responded with a smile.

He almost forgot that he had been hired as Britta's advisor.

"Wow, what secret project are you guys working on?"

Only when Iris approached did she vaguely sense a subtle atmosphere. She looked back and forth between the two of them, as if trying to figure something out.

"It relates to a secret commission from the Vatican, and I can't reveal the details, but I'll have you, Iris, assist me with some things later."

"Alright, since it's a secret commission, there's nothing I can do about it."

Iris nodded understandingly.

She seemed very happy today, so after realizing she couldn't see anything between Leon and Brierita, she stopped pursuing the matter.

Not far away, Machiru's life alchemy magic was finally completed.

Rumble.

The rough tree trunks, vines, needles, and other debris that had been mostly cut off on the ground quickly reassembled and merged, turning into a thick, emerald-green liquid. It clumped together, constantly pulsating and shrinking, circling back and forth like the beating of a heart.

About ten seconds later, the emerald green sap condensed into a ten-meter-tall brownish-green giant, with a sturdy body and short proportions. Dozens of tough vines condensed around its limbs, dragging them as it swung its arms, leaving long tracks on the ground.

A powerful pressure emanated from the giant's body.

This oppressive aura is similar to, yet different from, the crimson demon evolved from the Water-Swallowing Ape.

The crimson monsters provide intense mental stimulation and a sense of suffocation.

This brownish-green giant exudes a pure sense of oppression, possessing a touch of divine power and magic.

Chapter 133 I felt an instinctive attraction to this thing.

"interesting."

Lyon observed the brownish-green giant for a moment and said:

"Machiru, you can add divine power magic to life alchemy magic?"

Machiru leaped onto the giant's outstretched hand and was lifted high by the giant.

With her arms crossed and an arrogant expression, she steered the brown-green giant forward, her footsteps thundering.

She said smugly:

"Not bad. My ignorant master does have some discernment and can see the secrets of my technique."

This guy, he just completed a life alchemy spell and he's already getting all high and mighty?

Where did the words 'Dear and respectable master' go?

Lyon was both annoyed and amused; it seemed he still needed to give Macchiato a good talking-to.

“Macchiato, this alchemical monster may be a bit ugly, but it’s still quite powerful. But have you noticed that you look particularly inconspicuous standing next to this brownish-green giant’s hand? You can’t stand out like that.”

"Not noticeable? What do you mean?"

Machi's eyebrows are furrowed.

She felt a great sense of accomplishment in transforming a powerful, fifth-tier monster brimming with magic into a life alchemy golem, and she thought she was now very successful.

After all, she made it sound simple, but in reality, the higher the level of the monster, the harder it is to become a life alchemy monster.

Even someone as powerful as Andrio, when he came to fight Leon, Berylita, and the others, couldn't manage to turn a powerful monster into an alchemical golem in the heat of the moment.

In the end, they only managed to deal with four ordinary fourth-tier monsters before they came knocking on their door.

Macchiato's success in one fell swoop can indeed be attributed to the combined blessings of the powerful and unpredictable forces.

With this alchemical golem, she will have a fifth-tier combat power before this thing is destroyed in battle!

With proper maintenance, it might last a long time.

How could she allow Leon, her heartless and ungrateful master, to bully her like this?

However, Leon's comment "inconspicuous" was like a bucket of cold water poured over her head.

From afar, Milo overheard the conversation and couldn't help but laugh:

"Do I need to explain, Miss Macchiato? You're so small. Standing on the alchemy monster, you look like a tiny ant. How are you supposed to stand out?"

Little ant?

It's at least a little rabbit, right?!

Maki Lu was so angry that her face turned red. Everyone knows that she hates being criticized for her figure.

"I'm short? Then, Salted Fish Knight, I advise you to take back that statement! I can't do anything for my master, but I won't be polite to a mere third-rank rider like you!"

Bound by the soul contract, she could only obey Leon and could not harm him.

Of course, while the Soul Contract can activate mandatory commands, Leon generally doesn't intentionally activate the mandatory effects of magic.

Because for subordinates, coercive orders often fail to motivate them.

Only with both a big stick and a big pie can she be better motivated to unleash her full potential.

Machiru, controlling the brown-green giant's other free hand, was about to reach out to Milo to do something.

Milo immediately retreated a considerable distance: "Your Excellency, did you see that? I was just translating your words, it has nothing to do with me! Help, help!"

"Hmph! Now you know fear?"

Despite saying that, Machiru didn't control the giant to speed up, knowing that making too much noise would easily attract monsters.

"Macchiato, that's enough playing around. Now, harvest your alchemical monsters as seeds. This is the 41st floor; safety first."

Lyon spoke up.

Machiru glanced at Milo with arrogance: "Kid, you better remember this!"

She leaped down from the brown-green giant's palm, quickly sang a hymn, and then waved her wand.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

After a series of loud, explosive sounds, the brownish-green color began to shrink and gather towards the center, quickly transforming into a plant seed the size of a goose egg.

This is Macchiato's plant-based alchemy magic.

The vines she used in her previous duel with Leon were essentially alchemically transformed from plant-type monsters into alchemical golems. When not in use, they were harvested as seeds, and when needed, they were activated with magic, making them quite convenient.

This is completely different from Andrio's flesh-and-blood alchemy.

Macchiato walked toward Lyon and complained:

“My dear and respectable master, you should fight for your slave’s dignity and let that salted fish knight who doesn’t know how to respect the strong know how powerful I am!”

This guy, at this point, the 'ignorant master' has switched back to the 'dear and respectable master'.

It seems that she becomes particularly arrogant when she is proud or when it comes to her professional field.

Lyon smiled slightly and said:

"Macchiato, tell me, what makes you so amazing?"

"Of course, it's unparalleled life alchemy magic! Curse magic! Divine power magic!"

Macchiato stood proudly with her arms crossed. Despite her small size, she was still trying her best to support her chest, which was admirable.

"Very well, do you think Milo can understand how profound your magic is?"

"Him? It's not that I look down on him, but his level of knowledge is either garbage or trash."

Aren't garbage and waste the same thing?

"So, since you think he's either trash or useless, does that mean he can't understand how amazing you are? No matter how much you tell him how amazing you are and how wonderful your moves are, he still won't be able to comprehend it, will he?"

"Uh... I think so."

Maggie was drawn into Leon's circle, and she frowned in thought.

"If that's the case, then you don't need to tell him how amazing you are?"

"That seems to make sense."