The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Chapter 1611 - 457: Feeling Even Stranger_2

Although Luo Yan thought Erin had a pleasant fragrance, he knew what the Dwarf meant by that so-called scent.

It was the Dwarf's racial talent.

After all, in the mines, they often confirmed each other's identities not with their eyes, but with their noses.

Their nemeses, the Ratmen, also possessed this talent. A Vampire standing before them would be identified in no time.

However—

This posed no problem for Luo Yan.

"Leave this matter to me, I happen to be well-versed in Magic Potion." Luo Yan smiled confidently at Quentin, who was looking at him with suspicion.

He was too skilled at this!

Especially in concocting perfumes that conceal Undead aura!

So far, no one has discovered that none of the Priests in the Silver Pine Town Church are alive; they are all Undead planted by the Demon King...

After leaving the command tent, Luo Yan followed Erin to her tent.

The two remained silent along the way, until they stood at the entrance of the tent, where Erin hesitated for a while before speaking as softly as a mosquito.

"Can I... can I speak now?"

Luo Yan paused, suddenly recalling the situation, then chuckled and said.

"Of course... you can now."

He didn't expect her to be so obedient.

In his impression, Her Highness the Princess was quite opinionated, yet he didn't anticipate this intriguing side of her.

What a worthwhile trip this is.

'Oh, Lord Demon King, I didn't expect you—'

'Youyou, shut up.'

'Hmm—'

The white mist that had just floated off Luo Yan instantly disappeared as if shot through the chest, woefully fading away...

Realizing her awkwardness, Erin hurriedly lifted the tent's curtain and walked in. Her stiff movements resembled an old steam engine.

Luo Yan glanced at Theresa standing nearby, who gave him a "please" look, then stood guard outside the tent like a loyal Stone Golem.

The look also conveyed "I'll keep watch for you," but had no intention of stepping aside...

Seeing Lady Knight feigning ignorance intentionally or otherwise, Luo Yan gave up on silent hints and followed Erin into the tent.

He hadn't planned to do anything bad anyway.

The atmosphere inside the tent was very quiet.

Erin lit the candle on the table, dispelling the darkness within.

The furnishings here were quite simple; aside from a camp bed and a wooden table with a map, there was only an empty rack.

It was probably for hanging armor and weapons.

Erin reached towards her chest, seemingly intending to remove her cloak to hang it, but halted after unbuttoning the first clasp.

Silence spread within the tent.

As Luo Yan pondered whether to speak first, Erin finally broke the unsettling silence.

"I'm sorry..."

Luo Yan couldn't help but smile.

"What are you apologizing for all of a sudden?"

Erin turned back, speaking softly.

"You came because... you didn't receive my reply, right?"

Luo Yan was momentarily taken aback, his expression subtly nuanced.

Yet Erin took it as acquiescence, hurriedly explaining.

"I'm sorry, I didn't say anything to you, but I swear I didn't intend to hide anything from you, I was just..."

"Didn't want me to worry."

Erin nodded slightly, responding with silence to his questioning gaze this time.

Luo Yan didn't linger on this delicate subject, merely gazing into those green eyes, strong yet slightly evasive.

"Can I see it?"

Her expression seemed to reject; she needed some time to prepare.

But Luo Yan didn't give her the chance to process this anxiety alone.

He stood before her, gently removing her hood despite her eyes half-closing in avoidance.

A cascade of silvery hair, luminescent as moonlight, spilled down like a waterfall.

Her re-opened eyes were filled with desolation, and instinctively she wanted to retreat, but gentle, resolute eyes prevented her.

"Honestly, it's quite beautiful."

"...You don't have to comfort me." Erin looked down, biting her lip.

Luo Yan shook his head gently, speaking earnestly.

"I never lie."

It was the truth.

Though the concept of "white hair" might be avant-garde in Campbell's aesthetic, it was perfect for the players of Catastrophe OL.

He felt the same way.

Of course, Professor Lilith was an exception.

"Thank you..."

Watching Erin suddenly begin to thank him again, Luo Yan couldn't help but smile once more.

"Why the sudden thanks?"

Avoiding the intense gaze scorching like a branding iron, Erin blushed and hoarsely replied.

"Because... of earlier. Thank you... for breaking the stalemate."

"I just spoke the truth." Luo Yan's voice was soft, as if discussing a trivial matter, "The Erin Campbell I know would never sell her soul to Chaos for strength or other desires."

This unconditional trust caused a crack in Erin's closely guarded heart.

"Could you tell me?" Luo Yan looked at her seriously, continuing in a caring tone, "The part you know."

Erin inhaled deeply; those befuddled green eyes gradually regained determination and confidence.

She recounted the day's events in detail.

From Rolandar's eerie piano music demoralizing the Alliance Army, to summoning Ancestor's Power to protect her subordinates, to charging into the forest to confront Rolandar, to being pushed to the brink by endless Chaos Beasts, and finally the last thought before losing consciousness...