Chapter 1918 - 525: Roland City Filled with Gunpowder_4

Mia's strong desire for victory seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. Luo Yan pondered for a moment and said with a subtle expression.

"Perhaps it's because... Enchanting Demons fit human aesthetics?"

In an instant, those slightly narrowed eyes blossomed into peach blossoms, with blush spreading across Mia's cheeks.

This... is this a confession?!

Heh, hehehe —

Unexpectedly, Luo Yan is so bold; five children would be just right.

One hand has five fingers, perhaps it's destiny... ah right, she has two hands.

With a slender finger twirling her pink hair, immersed in happiness, Mia's thoughts had drifted far away.

No matter how humans misunderstand Enchanting Demons.

As long as Lorian doesn't misunderstand her, it's fine.

Of course, a little misunderstanding isn't bad either. Hehehe... Luo Yan, you wouldn't want your "dear darling" to starve, would you? Lie down obediently!

Honestly, seeing Mia suddenly acting shy, Luo Yan was a bit puzzled.

Wait a minute—

Did he say something?

No... wait a minute?!

Not only Mia exploded suddenly, but in that unnoticed corner, Vivian, also seized by fate, completely erupted.

"Damn humans, how dare they mix the great Colin family with those lowly Undead! And garlic... who fears garlic? I just hate stinky things! Rewrite it—ugh! Delete it, delete everything!"

"And what's with the cursed Nobles? We're clearly the blessed Dark Night King! Noble rulers of the night! Perfect race that transcends life and death! This makes me so angry, so angry!"

"And also, who said we have to drink blood to survive?! If I don't have High Rank Minotaur blood, or brother's blood, I'd rather eat steak—eeek!"

A hardcover notebook, guided by Magic Power, precisely struck Vivian's forehead.

Unfortunately, there was no chance to dodge, she could only hold her forehead in grievance, scarlet eyes filled with tears.

"Too, too unfair... I, I mean the person who wrote it!"

"So as I said, this Encyclopedia is written for humans, it doesn't mean it's the truth. Locke, as a human Scholar who has never seen a real Demon, his records represent the majority of human's understanding of my Hell, and this bias objectively exists."

Luo Yan's index finger moved slightly.

The notebook floating next to Vivian's forehead flew back to the bookshelf, neatly placed.

After a pause, he continued with a moderate tone.

"However, as an academic advisor for the Encyclopedia, since he discussed the field I'm familiar with, I'm obliged to supplement it from an academic standpoint."

The feather pen on the table floated up without wind, adding a line under the two pages of controversial entries.

First, it's the Enchanting Demon.

[Academic Annotation: According to the mainstream academic perspective of the Academic State, this race is indeed skilled in the Spiritual System and Illusion Technique, and can acquire energy from the emotional fluctuations of living creatures, but there's no evidence proving that this energy acquisition requires physical contact between sexes. Additionally, Enchanting Demons are not only female, but also male Enchanting Demons exist. They attack sacred professions, not limited to humans.]

Then there's the Vampire—

Luo Yan pondered for a while, and from the perspective of a Professor Scholarly State, he also supplemented it.

[Academic Annotation: This race belongs to the long-lived species, not considered conventional Undead, but between Undead and Demons, possessing characteristics of both. Therefore, Holy Light often has doubled restraining effect on them.

Additionally, silverware itself doesn't harm Vampires unless it's silverware imbued with Holy Light, or if the silverware itself as a Magic Device adds restraining effects on Extraordinary Power.

The so-called garlic aversion stems more from their extremely sensitive sense of smell rejecting pungent odors, not from a Curse. Many Adventurers often misinterpret the Blood Race's weaknesses, and in battle, end up being exploited by them, falling into dangerous situations.]

"That's right, that's right! How could a Transcendent be killed by garlic, believing such a thing is too foolish!"

Vivian dangling from the bookshelf proudly nodded her small head, not minding her weaknesses being exposed.

But indeed, she doesn't need to mind.

Even if Holy Light has doubled restraining effects on Vampires, it has to be able to hit them first.

Generally, Transcendents, whether it be reaction speed or their own Agility, are extremely difficult to catch up with the Blood Race.

The Blood Race is a melee profession.

This is also a misconception for many Adventurers; some would mistake the Blood Race for Spellcasters due to their pale, thin appearance, approaching carelessly, only to fall into the opponent's trap.

However, Luo Yan didn't write this in the Encyclopedia.

After all, this isn't an Adventurer's manual, nor does it encourage its readers to use it to challenge the Blood Race.

The only existence that can truly gather Power of Faith and has the potential to be elevated as a Divine Artifact in the identity of a "Miracle" is this original manuscript in his hand.

The other Encyclopedias are just ordinary books and can't even be considered casting mediums.

The floating feather pen returned to the table, and Luo Yan turned his gaze to Mia, speaking gently.

"Are you feeling better now?"

Mia stared at the manuscript in her hands for a while, murmured in a low voice.

"It's okay... although it's still a bit lacking."