Torista

After escaping the territory of the Dragon Lion, Torista ran frantically, pushing her battle qi to its absolute limit.

She had been running for no less than three hours by now. For a level six warrior, this was the limit of her physical endurance, but she persisted; she could not give up!

If she could secure the Dragon Lion as a magic beast companion, her family would have hope; otherwise, everything was over.

She had used her only magic concealment scroll to hide the Dragon Lion cub in a rock cave by the river.

As long as she completely shook off the Dragon Lion's pursuit, she could sneak back along the river to the cave and easily spirit the cub away.

Unfortunately, her calculations failed when she ran into Franklin. Before a god-level expert, all such petty tricks were laid bare.

Lei Mo's spiritual sense had already scanned this silver-haired young girl. At one meter sixty, she was even shorter than Rachel, appearing quite petite!

Her silver hair was tied in a style resembling a fairy's shawl, her eyes were like stars, her brows arched, her nose bridge high and straight, her lips pink and moist, and her skin was as delicate as white porcelain; her chest heaved slightly as she ran.

If every half-elf is like this, then the elven bloodline is truly invincible.

Lei Mo was momentarily dazed. It wasn't that he couldn't move whenever he saw a beauty—he had seen plenty of delicacies and beauties during his travels.

It was mainly a sense of wonder at the magical elven bloodline. In terms of appearance, half-elves were a near-perfect race; after all, who isn't a fan of beauty?

Lei Mo considered his own appearance to be quite decent—his features were rugged, his face looked as if it had been carved by a blade, and he had a bright, clear gaze.

It was vastly different from the feminine, delicate beauty of the elves. As a man, Lei Mo felt his own look was just right.

But when the elven genetic inheritance was passed to females, it was truly a perfect match.

Torista was still running when she suddenly found herself unable to move, bound in place by Franklin's Divine Domain.

"Ah—"

Torista let out a shrill scream at her sudden paralysis, which actually gave Lei Mo a start.

With a light sway of his figure, Lei Mo appeared instantly before Torista.

His appearance did not frighten the young girl; instead, she let out a sigh of relief. As long as it wasn't the Dragon Lion, she was fine.

However, her joy lasted less than a second. With the arrival of the Dragon Lion Zachary, Torista's face turned deathly pale.

"What is your name?" Lei Mo asked.

"Torista Minair, my lord!"

Torista replied respectfully, having already guessed that Lei Mo was the one in charge.

"Don't be afraid, I won't do anything to you. Why did you steal the Dragon Lion cub?"

Lei Mo asked, his mind calculating how he might make contact with the elves.

Stealing a child from under the nose of a Saint-level magic beast was insane and incredibly difficult. If Lei Mo hadn't intervened, she likely would have succeeded!

"For the revival of my family, my lord!"

Torista did not quibble, admitting it readily.

Before such a powerful expert, playing mind games was either foolish or stupid.

"What happened to your family?"

In order to gather information about the plane, Lei Mo felt compelled to meddle in this bit of business.

"The Minair family is an ancient house of the Keir Kingdom. In our glory days, we were even a titled count."

"Unfortunately, the family has declined generation after generation. Since I was born, there was finally hope for a revival."

"But the heir of the Coriti Duke Mansion took a fancy to my beauty and wants to take me as his fifteenth wife. If that happens, my family is finished. I am the heir to the family and its only hope!"

Torista's heart was already filled with despair, so she stopped holding back and poured it all out.

"Is the Coriti family very strong?"

Lei Mo asked, puzzled.

"The ancestor of the Coriti family is rumored to be a Saint-level expert, though he hasn't appeared for hundreds of years."

"Even the level nine experts within the Duke Mansion alone are more than the Minair family can contend with."

Torista's eyes lacked luster, but she was no longer afraid. Things had reached this point; the worst that could happen was death.

"Oh, then take me to your family to have a look. Perhaps I can be of some help?"

Lei Mo spoke quite perfunctorily, but Torista grabbed onto this straw of hope with all her might.

"Really? My lord, I beg you!"

Torista dropped to her knees with a thud. Who knew the pressure a sixteen-year-old girl had been under all these years?

Going to the lair of a Saint-level magic beast with only level six strength seemed insane, but if she had a choice, who would be willing to do such a thing?

Torista was truly in a desperate spot. Without a magic beast with Saint-level potential, her family could not escape the clutches of the Coriti family.

Lei Mo reached out and helped Torista up.

"From today on, I am a guest elder of the Minair family!"

Lei Mo was not a meddlesome person, but he valued Torista's half-elf identity and wanted to use her to make contact with the elven race.

It was still too early to speak of that, however. With only level six strength, Torista was not qualified to return to the elven race, and they would not recognize her bloodline.

What if Lei Mo were to cultivate it into a Saint-level?

In the past, Lei Mo would never have dared to harbor such a wild thought, not when he had only just stepped into the Saint-level himself and was already dreaming of raising a Saint-level beast.

Things were different now; he had the Rune Tattoos, his own blood, and the Magic Beast blood he had recently collected, including the blood of Bill and Zachary.

There was also a small amount of Magic Beast essence blood, which could not be squandered recklessly as it recovered extremely slowly.

Lei Mo did not want to expose the unique nature of his blood, and Zachary was not his magical pet.

Lei Mo alone had mastered Rune Tattoos of four elements, and his runes were distinct from the rest.

To put it simply, Lei Mo's runes were the original versions, far more complete than the runes derived from comprehending the eight sub-runes.

It was a pity that the number of runes Lei Mo had mastered had not increased; he did not know if he would be able to comprehend more after becoming a God-level.

What Lei Mo and most others comprehended through their souls were Soul Runes; the Initial Runes were simply too difficult.

Aside from the Law of Destruction rune, Lei Mo had not the slightest comprehension of the four elemental laws he was capable of inscribing.

According to Franklin, even being able to comprehend the Soul Rune of a certain element indicated a sliver of talent for that law.

Franklin's statement had reignited Lei Mo's ambition.

After agreeing with Torista to become a guest elder of her family, Lei Mo pulled the Divine Wind Bear, Bill, from his pocket and tossed him out.

In a few seconds, Bill grew to five or six meters in length and nearly three meters in height, leaving Torista stunned.

Poor Torista had been stimulated too much today and had become somewhat numb.

Otherwise, she would have known that only Saint-level Magic Beasts could change their size.

"Zachary, your child has been found, so go back. You must help me next time I call upon you. Without my help, it would have been very difficult for you to find your child."

Lei Mo instructed Zachary, as the Dragon Lion cub had already been rescued from the rock cave.

"Yes, My Lord, I await your orders at any time!"

Zachary was completely convinced by Lei Mo and no longer possessed its previous fiery temper.

The Divine Wind Bear alone had beaten it until it was half-crippled, not to mention its master.

Zachary submitted quite readily; yielding to the strong was an eternal principle, and it was no disgrace for a Magic Beast.

Mounting the Divine Wind Bear with Torista in tow, Lei Mo headed toward the east. The Minair family was located in the eastern part of the Keir Kingdom, in Coriti Province.

The main city of Coriti Province was called Kemar City, where the Minair family had been rooted for generations.