The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Linte Isaac probably never imagined that the newspaper he invented to pass the torch of truth would become shackles on the feet of the Ryan people in the hands of the Devalu Dynasty's descendants.

Many have forgotten this name, especially the Ryan people. However, Professor Ferguson, who has read true history, remembers it.

And that is why he feels the helplessness of fate. The Isaac Dynasty, once in its prime, seems to have only left behind the steam engine and playing cards.

Theoden successfully broke the backbone of the wise with fear and profit, and now he can butcher his cattle and sheep without hesitation.

Every person in this city harbors a smoldering anger, releasing their unresolved fury onto those weaker. The illiterate shout that they want to eat shit, while the educated immediately respond, "Hey, brother, I'll serve you a big one."

When everyone is well-fed, there is no problem, but what happens when the sheep can't survive any longer and start eating people?

The Third Level Conference gathers the most powerful people in the Kingdom, and yet no nobles or priests have seriously considered this issue.

And when he tried to extinguish this blaze, everyone, except for the embarrassed Baron Wickton, treated him as a joke.

Perhaps they rely on their Extraordinary Power, thinking they don't need to care about the opinions of ordinary people. But they seem to have forgotten that arrogance is the breeding ground for Chaos Corrosion, and the Twilight Province has already reminded them of the consequences.

Ferguson wearily closed his eyes.

After a long while, he opened them again, his gaze falling on a letter in the corner of his desk.

It was a letter he received a few days ago.

The sender was an old friend he had met once, an impoverished gentleman who enthusiastically mentioned in the letter that he was fortunate to encounter a generous Prince.

The Prince was very interested in his Encyclopedia project and was preparing a library for all the knowledgeable scholars on the Aus Continent, commissioning them to compile a comprehensive collection of Human Clan wisdom, establishing a directory of knowledge for future generations.

Although now wasn't the right time to undertake this task, the weary Ferguson felt that perhaps it was the only thing he could do after trying everything else.

"... Today, Roland City is like a room filled with gunpowder; perhaps it's time to leave."

Ferguson looked out the window, the spires of the Upper City District barely visible in the mist, clustered around the majestic and towering Royal Court.

He deeply loved this land beneath his feet, but he also painfully foresaw that a great fire was on its way, indiscriminately burning all etiquette and shame to ashes, starting everything anew.

Perhaps this is the punishment Saint Sis has descended upon them, making it impossible to stop.

But someone must remember what truly happened in Roland City in Winter Moon of Aus Calendar 1053 and the following spring.

He must preserve a spark for the Ryan people.

The Isaac Dynasty, at least, left the steam engine and playing cards behind.

They cannot leave just a book of jokes.

...

When the "timid as a mouse" Professor Ferguson threw down a resignation letter and left Roland City without a word, the esteemed Newcastle Member of Parliament was still selling his fire extinguishers in the gunpowder-packed city.

Without a doubt, he was a born firefighter, no wonder this guy could swim like a fish in a fire scene.

On the other side, not far away in the Campbell Duchy, a completely different scene was unfolding.

Afternoon sunlight lazily passed through the sheer curtains of the side room, leaving mottled shadows on the tea table. A faint aroma of tea lingered in the air, only broken occasionally by the rustle of turning pages.

Sitting on the sofa in the side room, Luo Yan held a thick stack of manuscripts in his hands, the first draft of volume one of "Encyclopedia" that Locke had delivered overnight, mainly covering definitions of political and social structures.

The scholar, a former adventurer, did not disappoint him; his writing was as sharp as the bayonet on the "Roxey 1053 Rifle."

Just then, a sweet fragrance wafted in, and a soft chin leaned over Luo Yan's shoulder, pink long hair hanging down beside his arm.

"What is this?"

Mia's eyes widened with curiosity, examining the densely packed words with interest, her heart-shaped tail swaying behind her.

The Chief Investigator stationed on the Northeast Shore of Vortex Sea for Hell Intelligence Bureau was probing human world information.

Since no guests visited today, she hadn't used subspace magic to hide her Enchanting Demon features and was free to wander around.

She intended to play with Luo Yan, only to find him engrossed in reading.

By Bayele, what's so interesting about that thing!

Miss Investigator decided to investigate thoroughly!

Not driving away Mia, who was snooping around, Luo Yan chuckled lightly, casually speaking in a gentle tone.

"This is the first draft of volume one of 'Encyclopedia,' Locke is attempting to redefine the world we know."

"Redefine... the world we know?"

Mia tilted her head, her expression skeptical as she continued.

"Does this have any significance?"

In her understanding, a Demon Crystal is a Demon Crystal, and magma is magma, what's there to define?

Can a few words turn stones into gold? Turn black into white?

Luo Yan chuckled softly and didn't reiterate the theory he previously discussed with Edward to Miss Padric.

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