The Demon King Who Couldn't Falsify the Accounts

Besides, Huang Cao really disliked probing into other people's minds like this. Even unintentional offense was unacceptable.

After all, logically speaking, since Lamian was willing to use her ability to probe the mind of something, she had already prepared herself for that thing to possess thoughts of its own.

But before Huang Cao could react, the Banshee girl beside him suddenly plunged headfirst into the clear, cool river.

Only then did Huang Cao realize the true power of the Originium Beautification Pack.

"Are all you Sarkaz people this well-nourished? You're much more formidable than those Sartalians next door with halos over their heads."

And there was more than one formidable person. With the little Banshee's lead, the other Banshees stopped hiding themselves, too.

After traveling such a long distance, the girls were covered in dust and needed a thorough wash.

So, without treating Huang Cao as an outsider, they all plunged into the river one after another.

Lamian gave her people an indulgent glance, then joined them.

"This one's even better!"

Huang Cao was deeply shaken by the Lord of the Royal Court's strength.

Lamian truly deserved to be the leader of her people. The power contained within her was simply magnificent! She had successfully captured his attention.

Thus, Huang Cao made his decision on the spot: he might as well stay here. He could not be bothered to leave anytime soon anyway.

As long as Lamian did not court death by examining his thoughts, he could accept having such a group of cute and beautiful neighbors around him.

The latter had just wanted to probe him, but a little girl had stopped her.

Perhaps this was fate.

The time that followed was incredibly boring. It was nothing but one fanservice session after another. It was so boring he could die.

Hmm, Lamian's figure is really nice. She probably isn't married yet, right?

She's actually so youthful and shy.

Looks like I really did arrive a little too early. Come to think of it, it's been this long, yet Theresia hasn't even come over to say hello. Lamian is her best friend, isn't she?

They lived together in peace for some time. The Banshees provided a certain grass with emotional value, while the latter provided the race with the conditions necessary to survive.

Huang Cao's passive skill was absorbing Originium to sustain his growth. As a result, almost no Catastrophes struck the areas around River Valley, and the crops grew far more abundantly than elsewhere.

It was a true win-win. Both sides came out on top.

Thus, as time passed, River Valley's environment grew better and better, and countless small wooden houses sprang up along the riverbank.

Of course, the Banshees' habit of cleaning themselves remained unchanged. As a result, Huang Cao got to enjoy fanservice every day.

At the same time, he was studying how to turn into a real human, but the relevant information in his database was far too complicated.

The Banshees' arrival in this foreign land also became one of the few sources of spiritual comfort amid the endless stream of theories and biophysical formulas.

Before he knew it, winter had arrived. River Valley welcomed a long-awaited silence, along with the Banshees' smiles of harvest.

"As expected, whether it's science or theology, formulas are the most annoying things."

Huang Cao's mental form floated above his main body. He gazed mournfully at the valley blanketed in white snow.

He wished he had a pair of glasses to show off his knowledge.

Knowledge about female Banshees.

In just one year, he had practically finished studying all the Banshees in River Valley. He had even ranked them according to his most direct impressions.

But whether it was the Upper House or the Lower House, Lamian had always come first in every category.

Damn it. If heaven would let me have such a beautiful girlfriend, I'd even be willing to become the master of that Green Big Cat.

"Lord Grass Spirit, thank you for your help this year." Lamian looked at the enormous plant before her and spoke gently.

Lord Grass Spirit? How did you even come up with that? Huang Cao watched Lamian, whose lips were twitching so hard she could barely keep them still.

You're laughing, aren't you? How did you manage to say a name even you couldn't keep a straight face through?

At that moment, however, Lamian was slightly bent over, while someone else was looking down from above. The entire expanse of white snow on the ground instantly came into view.

In theory, winter had arrived, and the river water was bone-chillingly cold. Physically, Huang Cao saw snow more often, but mentally, he saw much less.

Now, that patch of white was covered by black gauze, but it did nothing to diminish its formidable strength.

"Boring." Huang Cao sighed inwardly, his expression utterly impassive. At the same time, a Banshee Encyclopedia appeared in his hand, formed from spiritual power.

It covered every aspect of Banshee life and incorporated contemporary medicine. It was essentially an encyclopedia of gynecology for the Banshee race.

Even though Terra's people were exceptionally robust, female Banshees still suffered from certain physical discomforts. What was more, River Valley's environment was practically primitive, with modern technology all but nonexistent.

They had to endure every minor illness themselves. Strictly speaking, this book was also a by-product of his research into their bodies.

Lamian took out a broom and swept away the snow around Huang Cao. The girls also thoughtfully surrounded him with a ring of stones.

Banshees were a race extremely sensitive to sound and Originium, and their words contained power.

This was especially true of the Lord of the Royal Court, the foremost among them. After spending more than a year together,

Lamian knew that this lush grass had played an indispensable role in allowing River Valley to possess such a beautiful environment in the current age.

Or perhaps this had always been a spiritual plant, one that might even possess a mind of its own.

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Chapter 3: The Demon King Who Couldn't Falsify the Accounts

After some more time passed, the snow began falling even harder. The arrival of winter forced every living creature to put down its exploration of the world.

Fortunately, thanks to Huang Cao's protection, River Valley's crop yields had reached unprecedented heights.

They had also gathered enough firewood to ensure that the Banshees could safely make it through the entire winter.

"But the people here may make it through. The people outside might not."

Huang Cao's roots spread throughout the entire valley. When winter arrived, he sensed more sorrow surging from within the Originium.

Many people would not survive this winter...

Huang Cao shook his head. No, it should be that very, very many people would not survive.

Rebuilding after a war was never as easy as people imagined.

Theresia's abilities... To be honest, they had not been portrayed very well in the story.

Her ability to handle government affairs was somewhat lacking...

Of course, he did not know what Theresia was truly capable of. The story simply had not shown much of it, so he could only speculate here.

"I sincerely hope you can make it through the winter safely." Lamian pressed a light kiss to the thick root and offered her blessing from the bottom of her heart.

Could I really have more charm as a blade of grass than as a human?

Floating in the sky, Huang Cao was at a loss. His main body and mental form were actually connected, and their senses were shared.

Moreover, to keep himself from becoming a true blade of grass, Huang Cao had unified the plant body and the human body. The plant roots represented his lower body.

According to their height ratio, the place Lamian had kissed was actually rather strange. Since she had kissed him directly, it was even more sensitive.

That felt good.

Huang Cao sighed inwardly, shook his head, and organized the huge string of complex formulas in his mind before continuing to improve the Encyclopedia of Banshee Gynecology in his hands.

Even the fanservice had become boring. With so many well-endowed Banshees wandering around in the pools every day, after watching them for an entire year, he had naturally begun to notice other things.

As expected, rigorous science was a man's ultimate destination.

Of course, his primary task for now was still researching Originium. Studying the Banshees' figures and physical structures was merely a way to pass the time.

It was also laying the foundation for his future identity, because...

Huang Cao looked toward the departing Lamian. He waved both hands slightly, and a breeze rose from nowhere, lifting the veil over the girl's head.

At the same time, the boy's body gradually took on a human shape atop the towering plant.

Although he had no physical body, that did not mean he could not move his hands and feet... He had only just developed this ability.

Medicine had a high barrier to entry, but it was also the profession most capable of getting him accepted into the community.

Now, even without using his eyes, Huang Cao could infer from their voices that some of the Banshees were probably having a difficult time.

They bathed in cold water every day and ate without restraint. Even Terra's people could not withstand such abuse.

Perhaps because he had crossed over too early, many modern technological products still had no sign of appearing.

The Banshees' living conditions were practically the same as those of ancient times. They had no serious ailments, but they certainly had plenty of minor ones. They were probably not fatal, but they could hardly be comfortable. That gave him an opportunity.

On this land, having an identity recognized by a faction was far easier than blindly stumbling around like a headless fly.

The snowstorm continued, while corpses from starvation covered the outside world.

An uninvited guest quietly slipped into River Valley against the wind and snow, completely ignoring Huang Cao, who was already buried beneath the storm along the way.

She went straight into Lamian's wooden house.

"Theresia? What is this pink-haired one doing here?" Seeing this, Huang Cao's gossiping spirit blazed.

At the same time, in an inconspicuous corner inside Lamian's house, a small leaf instantly grew in accordance with his thoughts.

What a joke. The wood used for the Banshees' houses had naturally been harvested from the forests around River Valley.

By now, Huang Cao's plant roots had reached every aspect of the region. He had eyes everywhere.

He could not only hear—he could see, too!

It was just that he had hardly ever used this ability. He was not a peeping Tom.

Theresia pulled back her cloak and gazed tenderly at her friend.

"Lamian, it's been a long time. How have you been lately?"

Lamian brought over a cup of hot tea and clasped the other woman's slender hand. Her tone was equally gentle, but it contained a hint of probing.

As the leader of her people, she absolutely could not allow her people to be dragged into war again.

If the fighting continued, the Banshees would truly be wiped out. Even if an excellent man appeared now and favored every Banshee in River Valley within a short period, it still would not change the reality of their dwindling population.

"Of course not, Lamian, but I really do need your help."

"As long as it isn't some pointless infighting, I'm willing to contribute everything I have to Kazdel."

"I need food. The Sarkaz children need food," Theresia said solemnly.

So she's here for the granary...

Through the window, Lamian looked wistfully at the several huge granaries that had just been built.

"How many people do you need to feed?"

"Rations for forty thousand people for one month."

"But those rations are my people's reserves for winter and next spring. This was our first harvest..."

The Banshees had lived very well throughout the year. Everyone in River Valley had worked diligently, practically exhausting themselves to achieve this harvest.

They had hoped to enjoy a winter of abundance, but this year's winter was colder than those of previous years.

The Banshees had only just reached their new home. How could they hand over the food they had worked so hard to obtain?

Lamian was not unwilling to lend it. She could go hungry, but her people could not.

How was she supposed to face her sisters?

They had only just emerged from the shadow of war. They hoped to spend a warm and prosperous winter.

"Can't you really scrape together even a little? In all of Kazdel, you can't gather enough rations for forty thousand people for one month?"

Theresia's expression struggled, but she still revealed the truth. "There are too many orphans left behind by the war. Victoria and Leithania are still harassing us, and Teresis says we must maintain preparations of a certain scale to guarantee our safety."

"All supplies must be given to the front lines first."

"Consider it a personal loan from me, Lamian. The children in the orphanages are about to face the risk of running out of food..."

"When next year's harvest comes, I'll repay you twice as much grain. As for this month's rations, I'll have to tighten my belt and divide two months' worth among everyone."

It was more than one month. They might not even survive three months of cold.

Theresia did not want to put too much pressure on her best friend, so she left that unsaid.

There truly was no other way. The fighting at the front was intense, while the cities in the rear were no better supplied. There was simply no way to make it work.