In Yunjin Port, steam engines roared and spell talismans flickered in the dark alleys. Lin Yan squatted on the dock to conduct a live broadcast of treasure appraisal, with less than fifty people in the audience. He held up a piece of rusty iron and said: "This is the breastplate of the great magician Yin Ji a hundred years ago." - He lied casually, and the iron piece suddenly erupted with ripples of spell power, and the live broadcast room exploded. The deacon of the History Guild broke in, with the seal of truth hanging over his head: "False words come true, do you know the price?" Lin Yan activated the simulation deduction: the first victory, the real name of his mentor Yin Ji disappeared; the second counterattack, his best friend Jiang Fei completely forgot about him; the third time... The deduction collapsed because Huo Xiaotang blocked the fatal lie for him. He smiled: "Then let this live broadcast become the funeral of all liars." In front of a hundred thousand Steam Parliament nobles, Lin Yan pointed at the mechanical battleship and said: "It will explode in the next second." The battleship exploded into fireworks. He sneered at the family of magicians again: "Your ancestors knelt down and begged me to accept a disciple." The hundred-year-old ancestor kowtowed on the spot. Tonight, he wants the world to remember that the lies of the treasure appraiser are the new history. But the deduction didn't tell him: when everyone believed his lie, how long could he keep his real name?
