Anyway, First, Freeload

"The Silver Radiance Book is here? That was almost too easy."

After seeing the label on the book, Ian immediately began examining it closely—the sacred ritual text of the Southern Ridge Dragon-Worshiping mountain folk was displayed here, alongside Rebirth from the Cocoon, originally belonging to the butterfly folk of Icewind Valley; Prayer of Charrel (the nomads' God of War) from the nomads of the Golden Plains; Enemy of Perfection, a Snake-Worshiping Cult document that had once caused enormous trouble in the central regions; and Daliga's Divine Forging Manifesto, likely a classic text from Ridgehold.

In short, they were all spoils obtained during the Empire's campaigns of conquest and expansion. They had been carefully placed here, whether as research materials or memorials, and were protected with considerable rigor. Many of the books looked as vivid and new as ever.

But that could not stop Ian from reaching out to touch them, then copying their contents.

To be honest, both Mo Feng and Phoenix Count understood Ian's behavior very well—by Light's Embrace, how could a person who loved books possibly resist the chance to touch such precious classics?

There were protective inscriptions here anyway. Touching them caused no wear, and even leafing through them was not a problem. Ian had not crossed any lines, so neither of them thought much of it.

Only Hua An spotted something suspicious. The Fairy lady frowned slightly and muttered under her breath, "Every time this guy touches a book, silver light shines from his eyes. What exactly is his psychic ability? It definitely can't be some ordinary observation-type ability!"

Of course, a mutter was just a mutter. Hua An did not care what his psychic ability actually was. She was merely a little displeased that Ian was keeping something from her... but who did not have