Once it was confirmed that Leon was not a demon, Helena did not tie him up again. Compared with a person who might be schizophrenic, the eldest lady was more concerned about how to reply to the emperor of the Ming Dynasty and told him that Mr. Xu was killed on the way. She did not understand

The ruler of the East had no choice but to ask his colleagues for advice. Mei said she didn't know either, and ignored Helena all the way. She was probably still resenting the slap in the face.

Orientals are so interesting. She remembered that Mei pried open her mouth and fed her a round pill. When she woke up again, the wounds on her body had healed. She thought they could make friends, but they didn't.

I once thought that the Oriental people were just doing business with her.

Helena watched Mei Sansan walk into the ancient bronze mirror. God knows how long it will take for her to come back, and even whether she can come back is unknown. Since the emperor of the Ming Dynasty only relied on a roll of paper filled with words to make someone come down,

If he knelt and kowtowed, he would probably not be a magnanimous person, so Helena speculated.

Maybe he would kill Mei in order to vent his anger. If he couldn't reach a consensus with these remnants and get them to turn around and return home, then I really don't know how long the war would last.

I heard that dark elves appeared again in the border province? The eldest lady stood at the top of the spiral staircase, leaning on her staff. She couldn't tell whether it was the thousands of steps or the complicated situation that troubled her more.

Really, why do I have to think so much? She opened a window, taking advantage of the fresh air that came in with a little coolness, and took out a feather.

"Helena, dear?" Duke Victor had just walked out of the teleportation room. He was a big shot, and Merlin, the leader of the mages, had to take time to chat with him.

So His Excellency the Duke came out a little late and didn't have time to stop his precious daughter from jumping out of the window. Forget about other female mages, but how can it be appropriate for a lady to do this?

A sense of mischievous satisfaction appeared on her face. At this moment, she looked more like a girl who had just grown up, rather than the woman who was deliberately trying to win the war so that she could gain a voice for herself.

The strong airflow made it difficult for her to open her eyes and lifted her robe from the waist down. Most female mages who were too lazy to walk would cast spells before they were suspended in the air, and they always strictly guarded the defense line during the slow descent, not giving any chance to the gangsters below.

Chance.

It was already so late anyway, so what was there to be afraid of? She enjoyed the excitement of free fall for a while before chanting the spell.

"Fladan Tie." She performed the Slow Falling Technique. At that moment, it seemed as if the whole world had stopped. The eldest lady loved this experience so much that she moved from one extreme to another.

The posture of landing on one leg was very elegant. Her guess was right. It was too late. The square in front of the mage tower was already empty of people.

"Helena?"

The noise coming from behind really startled the eldest lady. Leon was sitting on a wooden bench not far away. The street lamp next to him should have been lit, so that the damn peeping tom had no shadow to hide in. But during the war, it can be saved

Then save.

"What are you doing?!" Helena's face turned red. She did not immediately turn around to face the pervert, but instead tried to fix the messed up robe.

"Don't worry, I didn't see anything." Leon comforted her.

"Then how did you know it was me?" This is a great question.

The opening was so awkward that both the rogue hero and the young girl fell silent.

"You want to wait under my mage tower, Miss Victor." The older man spoke first. He didn't have time to stand there and wait for the blush on the eldest lady's face to completely dissipate.

After a brief stare, Helena finally remembered. Two shadows, one tall and one short, walked out of the square and reached an alley that was inaccessible even to moonlight.

Duke Victor had not interfered much with his daughter a long time ago. But when he saw her disappearing into a certain alley with Leon, the father almost had a fit on the spot, until he remembered who lived there.

The Duke silently apologized to his daughter and boarded his carriage. It had been a long time since he had cast a spell. This feeling not only made him nostalgic, but also made him extremely tired. Before the carriage started, the Duke fell asleep.

She couldn't understand why the teacher didn't hire some more efficient servants. She knocked maybe a dozen times before the wooden door slowly opened. The hunchbacked housekeeper behind was probably older than the house.

The housekeeper led them to the study room on the second floor, and Helena pushed the door in by herself. Others thought the teacher was scary, and she thought so too when she was a child. In fact, as long as she got used to seeing that face, it didn't matter.

Of course Leon knew the battle mage Herbert Simon. Before he was seriously injured by a dragon, Herbert had been active on the front line.

Dragon Flame changed him, just like everyone who has been severely burned, life has never been the same again. He was directly hit by the flames mixed with magic and dragon body fluids. It was the priest's best effort that he did not melt on the spot.

The result. Since then, there has been one less hero in the singer's songs, and more gloomy teachers on the cold tower.

When Leon entered, he was sitting on a chair, reading a book with a magnifying glass in his hand. From this side, his gray hair and wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were no different from those of an ordinary old man. When the old mage heard the noise, he turned around

He smiled at his apprentice. Leon suppressed his instinctive disgust and smiled back.

More than ten years have passed, and the left half of Herbert's face has gradually healed and is no longer so scary. But there is a black hole where his left eye is, and there is no hair on the left side of his scalp. He looks like a zombie depicted in the illustrations of the Bible.

Helena did not have Leon's messy thoughts. The eldest daughter hugged the teacher, and Herbert patted her on the back, showing the good relationship between master and apprentice.

"Please take a seat, Mr. Wood." The old mage waved to Lyon, who pulled a chair near the door.

"No, no, please come..." A sudden cough interrupted Herbert's further explanation. He took out a handkerchief and covered his mouth. Helena pointed to a chair in the middle of the room and asked Leon to sit on it.

It was not an ordinary recliner. If you looked carefully, there were belt buckles on it for restraining people. Leon hesitated to go over. Helena gestured again, this time with impatience, but no one wanted to be a person living alone.

The subject of the mage's research.

"Please don't be afraid, Mr. Wood. If you are the kind of thing you are worried about, you will be transported to the prepared cell by my spell before entering the door." Herbert put away the handkerchief, there was blood on it, "Instead of

Chat face to face in my study."

That kind of thing? Of course Leon was worried. Looking through history books, even in novels, he could not find a "living person" like him who had been dead for several years and then crawled out of the coffin.

At this point, the holy water has long lost its persuasive power. He is not afraid of death. If he really becomes a demon, he should be eliminated. He is willing to surrender. But he does not want to be regarded as a frightened coward. Leon looked at the chair

, he gritted his teeth and sat down. No one tied him up, and no one covered his eyes. At least this was a good sign.

The key is, no one pays attention to him.

Leon lay on the chair for a while, feeling like a fool. He raised his head and saw the old mage directing the young mage to cut around on a chopping board, while Helena poured all the chopped materials into a stone mortar.

On the table were dried mushrooms, a dish of butter, and a small bowl of purple... It took him a long time to recognize them as saffron.

Great, a plate of sausages and wine would be a good dinner. He leaned back in his chair and felt hungry.

Helena hid the fact that Leon talked like a woman and killed like a madman. Not only that, she also pulled May aside to ensure that the other party could understand. Helena used Elvish and kept talking like this.

She gestured, but she didn't let go until the Oriental woman nodded solemnly in agreement.

Facing the questioning officials, the eldest lady told the battle process in a vague way. No one thought there was a problem. For a woman, it is normal to be frightened. Lyon? Even if he said that the sun rises from the west, some people would believe it.

.A legend about resurrection from the dead cannot help people not believing it.

So an ambush that destroyed all the cavalry escorts and the foreign envoys became part of his Lyon legend, and it will surely be sung in the tavern in the future.

After the situation calmed down, Helena did not let it go. She took Leon and secretly ran to her teacher for help. Leon really hoped to be able to live up to the trust of the eldest lady.

The wait was really long. He looked up again out of boredom, and happened to see the eldest lady pouring a bowl of paste into the water and stirring vigorously.

Is it the mage's truth serum? Thinking of drinking something so disgusting, Leon felt uncomfortable in his stomach.

But no, Helena sucked up the bowl of mixture with a dropper and dripped the liquid into her eyes. It must have felt bad, as you can tell by looking at her wrinkled eyebrows. Helena closed her eyes and looked at her old man.

The mage held hands and brought him to Leon.

"Okay, now read after me, Ete Oten, Gael, Mi." Helena was very smart, and Herbert only taught her once.

"Ete Oten, Gale, Mi." She opened her eyes and looked at Leon, who also looked at her, and they looked at each other wordlessly. The mage blushed first, and she smiled in embarrassment.

Nothing happened except the necessary reactions between young men and women.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I was confused." Herbert patted his head, walked to the cabinet in the corner, and opened the drawer. When he came back, he had a crystal ball in his hand.

"This was originally a priest's trick, but considering Mr. Wood's special situation, we can only do it for us." He placed the crystal ball on the candlestick hanging from the ceiling, "So, we also need the help of props."

Helena read it again, this time very quickly. Not only her, but even Leon would feel embarrassed if they continued to look at each other like this.

The ambiguous air was gone forever, and Helena's blue eyes changed their shape, and even the whites of her eyes turned pure gold. A holy light appeared on the mage's face, and he felt as if he was being placed in the sight of Terra herself.

Down.

Leon had nowhere to hide, he was seen through.

He couldn't help but want to turn his head away, and Herbert tied up Leon's limbs with incredible agility. The chair even included an iron frame to fix the head.
Chapter completed!