Demon Laws
Chapter 11: Who Knows

Joline had thoughts of banging her head, but fortunately, Dewey eventually turned to her. He could only bite his lips and continue acting, saying softly. “What....what are you going to do to me?” Finished speaking, he even threw a look of pity.

Dewey smiled. Her gel gaze as it swept over Joline's body made Joline feel a bad premonition. Since he clearly sensed that the little noble's gaze was full of meaning upon seeing his body, there was absolutely no lust.

Then a shadow floated up and closed Joline. He thrashed several times and pulled out his head, then found that the object Dewey threw was a sheet. These sheets covered Joline's half-naked seductive body.

“I can't focus if a half-naked woman looks at me while I'm doing something serious.” Dewey's tone was still calm, as if just uttering a simple fact. He then looked at Joline at a glance flatly. “Whatever you're planning, I feel like your show was really bad. I still have other things to do. If you want to seduce me, you should use the time to think of another way.”

Joline is like being watered with cold water.

The look and tone of this young man, my God, what little boy is this from? Judging from his calm gaze, his experience was probably more than hers.

Dewey had been sitting comfortably on the chair, then took out a small magnifying glass and observed the pattern of the leather armor closely. He even took out a paper and pencil to note the magic patterns in the leather armor, then closed his eyes and thought for a moment.

Joline didn't speak that long. He racked his brains about the intentions of this little noble, at the same time unable to resist staring at this child any more closely.

This little noble had an elegant pale face, but his tone and gaze seemed to have a lot of experience about women.

“I'm very curious about your three weapons.” Dewey opened his mouth, but did not raise his head still observing the bewitched leather armor. His tone is very calm. “The pattern on this leather armor is a kind of magic pattern that has additional strength and agility. Judging from the surface, this leather armor was already quite old. I think it's worth more as an antique than a weapon. And there's a family badge here. If my memory is not wrong, this badge comes from a certain family in the northern part of Stuttgart. Stuttgart comes from an ancient family that flourished when the empire returned to power 300 years ago. But they began to collapse more than 100 years ago, then split into seven or eight middle-class families. This leather armor of yours should have come from a noble family in the north of the empire.”

Dewey's eloquent and calm but confident tone, made Joline who was sitting on the chair dumbstruck.

“Then there's your machete. Judging from the texture, girls are not suitable to use machetes, because it requires considerable arm strength. Only races in the northwest would use this type of weapon. While you...” Dewey lifted his head and swept Joline a glance. “Your hair is brown and your eyes are blue. This shows that you are the original descendant of the southern middle Roland empire. You should not have the blood of the northwestern race. Even though I don't know how your martial skills are, judging from the fight earlier, you're better at using a sword. But luckily his strength wasn't enough, but you have a bewitched leather armor. This machete is forced to be used, it's just a little extravagant.” Dewey smiled. “There is a magic crystal that can store magic power under this machete. On the blade of the machete also had a wind magic pattern. When used, people with high martial arts skills can take out blades of wind. With your level now, you can't do that.”

Joline flabbergasted.

Because the speech of this little noble did not dart at all.

The leather armor was given by the perverted baron from the north, while the machete came from a mercenary captain who yearned for her beauty. The man had a northwestern race.

Dewey rubbed his eyebrows while looking at Joline. “The thing that intrigued me the most was your bow and arrow.”

Dewey slowly placed the bow and silver arrow on the table and smiled. “The striped pattern on the arc is an upright diagonal pattern. The symbol represents the power of the moon. Based on the books I've read, the totems with the power of the moon should have come from an ancient family on the mainland; the Moon family. This family was successful 700 years ago. In their prime, they owned half of the territory of this continent. They worship the Moon Goddess, but unfortunately the Moon family kingdom was destroyed in the middle of a land war that took place hundreds of years ago. The mainland then entered the era of the unified Roland empire, the Moon family became extinct. Heard this family has... um, perished.”

Dewey's finger stroked the slippery silver bow with a meaningful gaze. “I am very surprised, how do you a leader of a small adventurer team with ordinary martial arts skills have three precious weapons added magic? One from the north, one from the northwest, another from an extinct ancient family. What exactly is your identity?”

If this speech is heard by Dewey's mentor the old scholar Roseate, he will feel proud of his students, as well as feel unfair because students like this are called ‘idiot’.

Because Dewey's simple-sounding speech almost includes mastery of the emblem, badge science, totemology, land history, and others. Moreover, perhaps even the old scholar himself could not figure out the origin of these three weapons as soon as he saw them. Moreover, Dewey said it directly without checking any information, as if all that knowledge had been recorded in his brain.

Joline was just in shock right now.

“Ba-How do you know these things?” Joline stammered.

“Book.” Dewey put down the bow then reviewed the smile. “Books records all human knowledge, and knowledge is the beacon of human progress. I've been reading those books since 6 years.”

“6 years?” Joline let out a low breath. “You must be a genius. Have you read many books?”

“Innumber.” Dewey smiled. “But I'm not a genius. Actually, I used to not like reading books at all, not even like knowledge.”

“Then why you...” Joline could not help but ask. But he soon realized that now was not the right time to chat.

Dewey simply smiled, then said in a low voice that resembled a mutter. “Alangata, a porcelain shop owner has been thinking hard to make a new porcelain. Unfortunately, someone suddenly walked in and dropped him. The person felt guilty so decided to make new porcelain as compensation to that owner. Right, like that. Compensation.”

“Competence?” Joline was a little confused.

Dewey chuckled and saw his female captive at a glance. “It looks like you are more interested in other people's business. If I were you, I would think more of my own situation now.”

“But you also don't care if you tell me about these things.”

“Because you are a beautiful girl who has beautiful legs.” Dewey shook his shoulders and said casually. “The name is also male. Most men can't bear to not talk more in front of a beautiful girl. This is the nature of most men.”

Joline bit her lips, suddenly feeling helpless. She felt that she was indeed a young girl when facing this little noble. Every speech, smile, even his gaze seemed hard to guess. His calm gaze seemed as if it could strip people of their feet at any time.

“What do you want to do to me?” Joline's tone sounded resigned.

Dewey chuckles. “Didn't you intend to seduce earlier? Try again now.”

Joline's heart is beating. Whatdoes thatmean? Seeing the smile and gaze of the little noble, Joline suddenly began to prepare.

Dewey stood up and moved slowly to Joline's side. His finger stroked Joline's face, feeling the softness of the girl's facial skin.

With a gentle, gentle gesture, Dewey stroked Joline's neck from her cheek, then passed behind the sheets covering Joline's body, pressing Joline's shoulder gently. Dewey's fingers were smooth and soft, not rough like other men, but playing around casually.

Right, fooling around! Like a cat playing with a captured mouse!

Under the movements of Dewey's fingers, Joline began to tremble. He closed his eyes and let out a small sigh. Then, Dewey rubbed the sheets on Joline's body. Joline was ready to welcome what was coming, but….

Joline felt her two bound hands, come loose. The beef tendon has been decided.

Dewey held a sharp knife, smiled faintly and took a step back. “Well, now you can go whenever you want. My subordinates will not intercept you either. Your other friends may go with you, but your witch friend must stay.”

“...” Joline looked at Dewey with buying eyes. “You released me?”

“Ya, right.” Dewey smiled casually. “I'm only interested in your witch friend. As for your three magic weapons, I've already learned them and don't need them anymore. You can take her away too.”

Joline did not understand this little noble. “But you suddenly made things difficult for us at the beer shop.”

“I told you, I'm only interested in magic, not you.” Dewey said flatly. “I'm very busy and I'm a little tired. You can go now, don't interrupt my break. I don't like someone looking at me when I'm sleeping.”

Dewey took two steps back and pointed at the door, it was clear that it meant expelling.

“Oh yes, meeting is a soul mate. If you don't mind, I think I can give you an advice,” Dewey said in the back.

“Excuse me, what advice?” Joline's tone became more respectful unconsciously.

“You.” Dewey smiled brightly. “Girls like you better find a nice guy to marry. Marry the honest nobleman in a peaceful village, then live in peace. Hm, there is a saying. A friend of mine once said that society is very dangerous. Doing something unlawful, sooner or later will receive punishment. It is hard for a girl to survive on her own. If you do not want to get married, you can consider other options. The woman is like a bush, it is better to look for a large tree as a backrest. I think the Moon family members who live in this world have been very few.”

Joline's body trembled. “What did you say? Moon Tribe?”

“True, the Moon tribe that believes in the Moon Goddess.” Dewey smiled. “I saw that your ring finger was longer than your index finger. Then, the bone at the back of your head protrudes slightly. This was the most standard characteristic of the Bloody Moon person recorded in the book. Having these two characteristics is not necessarily the Moon tribe, but you have the Moon tribe's totem weapon. Do you want to deny?”

For the first time in this life, Joline felt herself being hit by an iron. When facing the perverted nobles or even the fierce and brutal mercenary captains, Joline did not feel this helpless.

Would this little noble really be able to read the insider's secret one look?

Moreover, her pale and beautiful face, and a faint smile that seemed to care nothing for anything.

 Like demons!

Seeing the long-legged girl come out unfocused, Dewey sighed, then tidied up the books he was carrying.

Right now Sia the loyal servant knocked on the door and entered. He seemed doubtful. “Um, Sir, will you rest? Need anything? Looks like you're out of dinner at night.”

Seeing Sia's ambiguous look, Dewey commented a smile. He knew that Sia must have been waiting outside since earlier. Upon seeing the girl coming out of her room, this servant directly walked in to check on her.

Hm, other than mother, this servant is the one who cares about her the most in this world.

“No need. Oh yes, Sia. How much money is in my wallet?” dewey asked very casually.

“Thousand gold coins.” Sia was immediately excited when discussing money. “Master, it was given by Dear Madam to you before leaving. I take good care of it.”

Dewey thought before saying, “Hm, I heard that Cotte province is rich in a kind of sapphire. Help me buy some fruit after we arrive. I'll send someone to drop him off for Mom.”

“The lady will definitely be very happy,” said Sia, but then she couldn't help but say, “Young Master, you are so smart. Other people don't know, but it's different with me. If the Madam and Earl find out, they must be proud of you. But, why..”.

“Why do I like to be considered an idiot?” dewey.

Sia looked agitated, she lowered her head but still said, “Young Master Gabriel is called a genius, you are instead. Actually, if it wasn't you, I don't think Young Master Gabriel's mentor would be that great either. I know that you visit Young Master Gabriel often. I've also seen you teach him to write. A genius? Huh!”

“Already, Sia, I'm tired. Come out.” Dewey rolled his eyes and smiled. “We still have to travel tomorrow.”

Seeing the loyal servant come out with little to no acceptance, Dewey sat down on the chair then stretched his waist.

Aish... idiot, huh?

Idiot is an idiot.

It does not belong to this world.

The beautiful countess - the honored woman - did not know that she occupied the body of her first son. It's called plunder. Not of his own will.

If counted, he owed the Rollin family. Especially that respectable woman. He owed a good son to the beautiful and kind mother.

And also his ‘ayah’ Earl.

He secretly used some means to return a son of ‘jenius’ to their family, then left. This includes redemption.

I hope Gabriel will satisfy them. After leaving the imperial capital, he no longer needed to teach the child secretly.

He did not have the patience to take care of his children.

For the sake of being a qualified secret teacher, he diligently studied and read books over the past few years, then looked for any opportunities to teach what he learned to his sister.

Yes, he could only do it secretly. Because I was afraid if ‘idiot’ is a kind of infectious disease that will transmit it to my sister, so I do not like it if she approached my sister.

He has never been this enthusiastic in learning, even in his previous life.

When the younger brother is 4 years old and can write his own name for the first time, then tell both parents, and, The happy Earl did not know that his idiot eldest son spent a lot of effort to teach the 4-year-old to write.

Then, using all means to change the history of the land he learned into a story to be told to his sister. Educate a child in such a way. He is very talented to be a teacher.

An idiot? Huh, what does that name mean for people who do not belong to this world.

Do I care?

Of course not.

Even though he owed money, he could not accept if another couple replaced his parents. So, after doing some redemption, leaving might be his best option.

Actually being exiled is not bad either.

Gabriel, you have to make an effort, because next time I won't go into your room to tell a story in the middle of the night. You will no longer turn that elusive martial art into a song for you to memorize.

Dewey turned martial arts into singing, because it was easier to remember. When Gabriel showed it in front of the parents by accident, the Earl was overjoyed and called his son a genius.

He probably wouldn't have expected it if it was all the work of his idiot eldest son.

Yes, I took a son from you. Then I thought of all the ways to return the son of ‘jenius’ to you.

Rollin's family, this is a little ransom from me, Dewey.