Although Luo Yan thought Erin had a pleasant fragrance, he knew what the Dwarf meant by that so-called scent.
It was the Dwarf's racial talent.
After all, in the mines, they often confirmed each other's identities not with their eyes, but with their noses.
Their nemeses, the Ratmen, also possessed this talent. A Vampire standing before them would be identified in no time.
However—
This posed no problem for Luo Yan.
"Leave this matter to me, I happen to be well-versed in Magic Potion." Luo Yan smiled confidently at Quentin, who was looking at him with suspicion.
He was too skilled at this!
Especially in concocting perfumes that conceal Undead aura!
So far, no one has discovered that none of the Priests in the Silver Pine Town Church are alive; they are all Undead planted by the Demon King...
After leaving the command tent, Luo Yan followed Erin to her tent.
