The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

He is the Demon King.

The Demon King must maintain the dignity befitting a Demon King.

"As you command!" Youyou replied cheerfully, just about to switch her perspective back to the players, when Luo Yan suddenly called out to stop her.

"Wait a moment."

Youyou spun mid-air and floated back, curious, asking, "What's the matter, Lord Demon King? Do you have any further instructions?"

Luo Yan reached out, took a test tube filled with dark green liquid from the rack, tightened the cork stopper, and placed it on a silver tray to the side.

"Send a Guardian Clan Acolyte here, and have him take this magic potion down the mountain to those two kids."

Having stayed in the snowy wilderness for so long, even adults would suffer from frostbite, let alone two small children.

He didn't need to witness it—just imagining it, he could already guess their condition.

Youyou stared at Luo Yan in shock and blurted out, "Is the beast medicine from Hell really okay?"

Luo Yan looked at Youyou in the mirror, speechless but unable to counter her point. Finally, he sighed and explained, "…This is my improved recovery potion. Although its potency has been significantly reduced, regular humans can use it without any side effects."

This year's heavy snow caught everyone off guard, and Silver Pine Town's church saw an influx of frostbitten adventurers seeking aid.

The embarrassing part, though, was that Father Matt could not wield Holy Light.

To put it plainly, the entire church didn't have a single human priest; all five priests stationed here were actually corpse ghosts secretly placed by the Great Graveyard.

Although ignoring the needs of those adventurers wasn't unfeasible, doing so for too long would inevitably cause problems. Besides, Father Matt saw this as an opportunity to spread the fame of the Flame King, so he proposed a suggestion to Luo Yan: to use alternate methods other than Holy Light to help those adventurers and credit the goodwill to Luo Yan's identity.

Luo Yan found the suggestion quite appealing. Thus, leveraging his vast experience in concocting and consuming magic potions, he started modifying Hell's recovery potion—replacing toxic components with neutral ingredients, for example.

The improved recovery potion had its healing speed significantly reduced, making it less useful during combat, but its healing efficacy in "out-of-battle" scenarios was still outstanding.

Especially when treating frostbite.

Most importantly, the ingredients required for this formula were cheap and easily accessible, whether in Silver Pine Forest or Mist Forest, making it affordable for ordinary people.

Once Luo Yan refined the production process further and handed it off to the molefolk in Iron Teeth City for mass production, the cost could be lowered even more.

Since he wasn't doing this for monetary gain—purely to undermine Saint Sis's influence and lure "lost lambs"—the potions were sold at slightly above their production cost.

Just like the Soul Release Cross Talismans manufactured in the Land of Nightmare.

Youyou stared at Luo Yan in amazement, as if witnessing the sun rising in the west.

"Unbelievable… Lord Demon King, you—you actually care about humans?~"

Luo Yan didn't bother repeating explanations he had already given before and impatiently replied, "You talk too much. Just do what I asked you to do."

"Got it!" Misinterpreting Luo Yan's reaction as bashfulness, Youyou twirled playfully in the air and fluttered away like a gust of wind.

Meanwhile, at the foot of the mountain outside the North Peak Mine, inside a wooden cabin with a pitched roof, a bubbling iron pot was simmering atop the charcoal stove.

Maggie, who had fainted earlier, had now awakened from her coma and was sitting with her brother, huddled near the warm charcoal stove.

The glowing embers illuminated her face, tinting it a rosy red like two apples hanging from a treetop. Extending her hands forward, she touched the edges of the light and warmth, feeling the heat on her palms, her face radiating a healing smile.

Just moments ago, a Lizardman Monk draped in robes arrived and delivered them a magic potion for treating their injuries.

The potion was said to be personally crafted by Lord Demon King.

At first, Maggie was terrified. Learning the potion was created by Lord Demon King made her adamantly refuse to drink it—until she saw her brother drink it courageously first. Only then did she close her eyes and gulp down a mouthful.

Right after, as the strange flavor spread across her taste buds, Maggie quickly felt a warm current flowing through her entire body, as though she were soaking in a hot spring.

Soon after, the warmth dispelled her frostbite, eliminating the pain entirely and restoring her injuries with a speed visible to the naked eye.

Gazing at her now-healed little hands, Maggie felt a deep gratitude and remorse for her prior misconceptions.

All her life, the stories she had heard portrayed the Demon King and his minions as symbols of disaster and embodiments of evil.

Never had she imagined.

She would one day be saved by the Demon King's minions.

Sitting beside her, her brother Andy shared the same sentiment. His face, reddened by the firelight, was etched with the joy of surviving a perilous ordeal.

Particularly seeing his sister regain her vitality, Andy's heart, which had been on edge, finally settled down. His remaining attention was entirely fixated on the bubbling pot in front of them.

Inside the pot floated spices and red oil, stewing something unidentifiable.

The aroma of mutton fat wafted out, causing Andy's growling stomach to churn more intensely. He swallowed hard, his eyes glinting with desire, barely able to restrain himself from pouncing forward.