Chapter 527

As the hands of the Campbell people and the Laine people clasped tightly together, the spark of a republic was ignited in the ancient land of knights.

Meanwhile, the greedy Xisi and his nobles were discussing the twenty "cooking" techniques of the Laine people at the Third Estate meeting.

The citizen representatives, who held only 3% of the seats, served as witnesses to the spoils-sharing meeting, pondering how to plate the deboned squab and what side dishes could be used as decoration on the plate.

However, at this very moment, neither Xisi nor the nobles of Luolande City, nor the guild masters of the Stonemason Guild knew that Edward, who had never forgotten his revenge, had already quietly planted dynamite under their chairs.

The blood of the Campbell people could not be shed in vain!

Actually, whether Edward was there or not was no longer important.

The entire Luolande City was like a giant gunpowder barrel, and what locked it was a shackle already burned red by flames.

Outside Luolande City, a fierce argument broke out in front of a market stall.

The vendor selling olive oil angrily threw the rusty copper coins in his hand onto the ground and cursed at the high-and-mighty noble servant in front of him.

"By Saint Xisi, what kind of junk are you giving me!"

If someone had come to him with rusty copper coins before, he might have endured it for the sake of good business.

However, this guy was truly too much, actually bullying him by thinking he couldn't tell the difference between rust and copper patina!

Does he look like a serf on a manor?

It is worth mentioning that the barons of the kingdom were not as principled as the counts, and had long ago started using iron scraps to fool the serfs on their manors.

It's just that, generally speaking, they knew their limits; they only fooled their own people and wouldn't circulate these inferior copper coins into the King's city.

After all, citizens were the King's property, and without the King's tacit approval and the support of the sword, ordinary citizens would never buy their act.

But now it was different.

The King and the nobles had joined forces.

Once the local barons started looking for their own way out and helping the King solve the financial problem, they would almost certainly descend upon the sheep in the sheepfold like hungry wolves.

It was just a matter of which tool they used.

After obtaining the King's tacit approval, those inferior coins restricted to the manors immediately flooded into the Laine Kingdom's market like a flood, plundering the hardworking citizens of the Laine Kingdom.

Actually, to be fair, "Laine iron scraps" were really not the most shameless.

Those pottery shards that shattered into dust at a touch, and the wooden chips that could float on the Eternal River, were the real daylight robbery.

Not encountering them was just because this vendor was ignorant and hadn't had the chance to witness the nobles' methods.

Looking at the glaring vendor, the servant in a crisp suit had his mouth twitching slightly.

Especially with more and more people gathering around, his arrogance, which he was forcing himself to maintain, was becoming hard to hold.

He did not represent himself, but Baron Imanbela. If the butler found out he had lost face for the Baron, none of his family would have a good end.

"This is the emblem of Baron Imanbela. You are challenging the dignity of the nobility, commoner!"

The servant's tone became severe, his face carrying a fierce, murderous glint, attempting to force the short man to submit.

"I give you ten seconds to pick it up, and I can spare your dog life as if I saw nothing! Otherwise, even Saint Xisi cannot save you!"

If it were before, those merchants watching the fun would have come up to mediate; after all, everyone had business to do.

However, it was unfortunate that the market was sparse today, and they were not busy at all.

That short oil vendor was even more so.

He originally did business with citizens and nobles, and usually endured the bullying of noble servants.

But the recent days had become increasingly difficult, his customers were getting fewer and fewer, and the remaining ones still wanted to use pitch-black iron scraps to humiliate him.

He couldn't endure it anymore!

"Then let's go see Saint Xisi together! Let Him judge who is right!"

The suppressed anger suddenly erupted, exceeding everyone's expectations, and also exceeding the noble servant's expectations.

He only saw the short man pull a knife from under the table, and before he could react, he crashed into his arms.

"Y-you, what are you doing—!"

A pig-like scream came from in front of the market stall, and the blood shooting into the sky shocked those who were trying to mediate; the merchants watching the fun turned and ran one after another.

The man standing in the pool of blood did not run.

He calmly wiped the blood off the knife, then placed the knife against his own neck.

He was going to see Saint Xisi.

The noisy sounds attracted the guards; they had been patrolling at high intensity recently, so they arrived just in time.

However, when the kingdom's guards arrived, there were two corpses at the sewage-filled stall.

The perpetrator was already dead.

Looking at the tragic scene, the patrol captain swallowed a mouthful of saliva and made a cross on his chest.

"By Saint Xisi..."

The oil vendor stabbed the noble servant's heart with one knife, then slit his own throat with another.

His knife skills were clearly not fast, leaving half of his neck hanging on his shoulder, blood backflowing into his trachea, his protruding eyes looking like they were about to explode; he clearly suffered no small amount before he died.

The patrol captain looked at the adjutant beside him and whispered a sentence.

"Go call the nearby priest, quickly."

Those who leave with resentment will turn into undead.

Although dealing with an undead that hasn't awakened extraordinary power isn't very difficult, it's ultimately a trouble.

Surrounded by guards, the priest quickly arrived at the scene, silently reciting prayers and calling upon the Holy Light to soothe hatred.

The crowd of onlookers gathered again around the blood-stained shelves, whispering as they looked at the light descending from the sky, discussing what had just happened and feeling sorry for the two poor guys.

However, there was not only sadness in the miserable tragedy; there was also a trace of pitiful consolation.

Noble servants were often well-arranged from birth to death, naturally not lacking a priest's salvation, and some serfs with good-natured masters also had the chance to leave peacefully.

But free citizens often didn't have this chance, especially the King's citizens. The further they were from the nobles, the more sloppy their lives and deaths often were, and they could only hope for the guild's help or the nearby priest's kindness.

It was a pity that Luolande City had no warm-hearted priests.

The foundation of maintaining feudalism was to make nobles greedy, priests indifferent, and commoners stupid...

With such a knife, one could instead go see Saint Xisi.

In the study of the Prince Prince Kelin manor, bright sunlight passed through the glass window and shone on a listless vampire.

Although vampires in this world were not afraid of sunlight and would not have their skin peeled off by the sun, being sealed of extraordinary power and exposed to the sun was a relatively decent and effective punishment for a certain naughty brat.

This was Miss Partridge's idea, which was said to be a method learned from the Partridge family's library.

At this very moment, Vivian was like a kitten whose neck had been gripped by fate. A silver collar hung around her neck, and she was hung on the bookshelf facing the window by an invisible hand of source power.

Under her deep purple skirt, two calves wrapped in black long stockings swayed, swaying restlessly like the tails of two black cats, wanting to step on something but unable to reach.

For the active Vivian, what was hard to endure was not the spring sunlight outside the window.

It was mainly that she couldn't run around, which was even more painful to her than killing her.

The only consolation was that her respected elder brother did not throw her alone in a dark room to hang.

Is, is this the legendary torture technique of giving a carrot and then a big stick?

As expected of the Demon King—

His strength is simply terrifyingly strong!

Looking at the Demon King who was reading, Vivian swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said in a wronged voice in a low voice.

"Brother... like this... I can't reach the floor."

Luo Yan, who was reading by the window, turned a page of the book in his hand and said in a slow and deliberate voice.

"It means the height is just right."

"... T-too much."

"Don't you think jumping onto someone's bedding with shoes on to dance is even more excessive?"

Dance?

Vivian didn't understand this word, but her eyeballs turned slightly, and a little clever thought popped up in her mind.

"S-so... taking off shoes is okay?"

Luo Yan sighed.

"It seems your reflection is not enough, let's add two more hours."

It was a pity that the letters sent to the manor had decreased recently, and the letters accumulated in the past had all been organized by Vivian, otherwise letting her do homework would be a good punishment method.

Actually, Luo Yan had also considered sending her to Lei Ming City University to study abroad, and by the way, watch Nan Fu for him.

Although this girl's personality was a bit strange, she was actually very smart, and also had the courage and boldness to do things; by comparison, Nan Fu was easier to expose.

But the problem also lay in Vivian's personality.

Thinking of the thank-you letters sent to him by the second-generation demons, Luo Yan pondered for a while, and finally decided not to add trouble to Edward.

Let Mi Ya be her opponent.

He would think of a way as soon as possible to help Mi Ya also rise to the Platinum level, so the two should be able to fight evenly.

"Mm..."

Looking at the cold and ruthless elder brother, Vivian's face showed an expression of being shot in the chest, painfully closing her trembling eyelashes, and a flush rose on her pale cheeks.

Damn it...

Is this the strength of the Demon King?

I really want to... obtain it!

At this time, there was a knock on the study door, and a wisp of pink fragrant wind blew in from outside.

"Hehehe... isn't this dear Miss Prince Prince Kelin, why are you hanging on the bookshelf?"

Vivian, who was enjoying herself, had her eyebrows twitch slightly, and looked fiercely at the door.

As she expected, the vixen of the Partridge family was standing there. She held a manuscript in her arms, her left hand lightly covering her lips, and a playful smile hung on her face.

"What are you doing here?"

The two "black cat tails" swaying beside the bookshelf curled up, as if entering a combat state.

Mi Ya was not panicked at all, her back of the hand lightly flicked the bangs falling on her shoulders, and she said lazily.

"What am I doing? What I do is none of your business; adults handle things, little ghosts just watch from the side."

Vivian finally panicked upon hearing this, twisting her body restlessly, wanting to break free from the big hand of source power magic, so anxious that tears were about to fall.

"W-wait... are you serious?! The Prince Prince Kelin family will never tolerate such humiliation... y-y-y-you..."

Looking at the bookshelf that looked like it had been hit by an earthquake, Mi Ya frowned suspiciously.

"Humiliation?"

Luo Yan was really afraid that she would say something even more misleading, so he coughed lightly and said.

"Mi Ya, give me the manuscript in your arms."

"Alright!"

Hearing Luo Yan's voice, Mi Ya walked over happily, smiling and handing out the manuscript of the second volume of "Encyclopedia."

Seeing that it was this matter, the little bat twisting on the bookshelf instantly stopped making a fuss, but the killing intent in her eyes was even stronger.

"Thank you."

Taking the manuscript from Mi Ya's hand, Luo Yan opened the title page of the book and found that there were a few more thunderous names in the author column.

A smile appeared on his face.

The scale of the "Encyclopedia School" was growing, and soon this force would form a flame that would sweep across the entire Os Continent!

He didn't just have one Laine Kingdom in his eyes.

The dominoes would start to fall from here!

"Extraordinary creatures?"

"That's right, this is my suggestion to Locke. He initially wanted to use monsters or magical beasts to name this volume, but I don't think it's general enough. For example, dragons are not included in it; by comparison, extraordinary creatures are more universal."

Not only that—

He also wanted to establish entries for human extraordinary practitioners in it and deconstruct the source of extraordinary power.

He would clarify that the power of extraordinary practitioners is bestowed by gods, and why gods bestow it, and what this power should be used for, what it should not be used for, etc.

These concepts were not invented by himself, but were a "mass tacit understanding" that existed widely in the Second Epoch.

But now, the unwritten tacit understanding would become a contract in black and white, written in the "Encyclopedia"!

Gante Stein-Grabel became a demigod precisely because of this, and "proving the Dao with the sword" was his own misunderstanding.

The real reason was that he used the sword to eliminate violence for the people and practiced the "ranger spirit" or "chivalrous knight spirit" in the hearts of the general public on the Os Continent with the sword.

If Gante could see this book, he would probably have a deeper understanding of his own power and would also understand why his power was lost.

Listening to Luo Yan talking about those difficult things, Mi Ya nodded as if she understood.

"... So that's it."

Her heart moved, and she suddenly asked curiously.

"Then are succubi also in this book?"

The peach-heart-shaped tail tip swayed behind her, and Mi Ya's eyes were full of thick curiosity.

She wanted to know how humans viewed succubi!

Especially someone!

Looking at the expectation written in those peach-heart-shaped pupils, Luo Yan's gaze shifted subtly.

"I think it's better if you don't look forward to it too much."

"Let me take a look, just one glance!"

"... It's not something you can't look at, but I suggest you look at human prejudice against hell objectively."

After giving the eldest daughter of the Partridge family enough preventive shots, Luo Yan returned the manuscript he had just received to her hands.

Grabbing the manuscript of the second volume of "Encyclopedia," Mi Ya rushed onto the table and opened the book, and before long, she found the entry for succubus in the hell creatures column.

The entry for succubus was not short; in addition to the general overview, there were two subdivisions, namely "Lower Succubus" and "Higher Succubus."