Being able to find the Demon Treasure was great, but the moment he thought about how the notebook in his hand was made from demon skin, Yan Xiaobei still couldn't help feeling disgusted, his whole body breaking out in goosebumps.
"Endure it for a bit, memorize what's in this notebook. This is a huge haul."
Yan Xiaobei had no choice but to memorize the contents of the notebook. After gaining Divine Thought, his memory had greatly improved; reading ten lines at a glance and never forgetting what he'd seen was easy.
A few minutes later, Yan Xiaobei scanned through everything recorded in the notebook, closed it, and put it back where it had been.
"Coming here was indeed the right move." The mysterious voice said happily, "This guy's ancestors were some kind of Round Table Knight. They must have hunted down a lot of witches and even wizards, and seized a ton of spoils of war. The Demon's Notebook is just one of them; there must be better things hidden where no one knows."
