When the plot-skips players into the game world-Chapter 1271 - 3: Time to Do Something for Yourself

After bidding farewell to Mycroft, Aiwass returned to the Hall of Silver and Tin to find Isabel.

When it came to transformation, the first person he thought of was Isabel.

Although she ascended by riding the tide of transcendence, lacking the deep foundation of a veteran Elf Transcendent like Yanis... Isabel had now solidly reached the Fifth Power Level.

She was now somewhat of a "Bone Sculptor" level combatant!

Isabel’s most proficient skillset was in illusion techniques.

"...Are you planning to use illusion to hide these antlers?"

Isabel held the huge antlers with both hands, somewhat hesitant, "I can at most make them invisible... but I’m afraid it might not be useful. Moreover, they’re... too hot."

Aiwass’ antlers emitted heat, which allowed perceptive individuals to clearly sense their presence. Hiding the heat was much more difficult than altering visual appearance—like trying to hide a fire and prevent people from feeling the heat when they touch it. Though Isabel might not be unable to do it, simply "enchanting" them would be very difficult.

Moreover, the weight of the antlers was also a factor not to be ignored. Although for Aiwass now, their weight was not an issue, the human body and a deer’s body are different, protruding such a large piece forward—at now over twenty centimeters high—would noticeably shift the body’s center of gravity.

"So I plan to become a Son of the Moon."

Aiwass explained, "If I transform into a Son of the Moon, there would be no antlers on my head."

"That little girl? Or Beyard?"

Isabel immediately thought of Aiwass’ other two forms, with a mischievous grin on her lips, "Do you want me to change them into someone else?"

"...Why did you think of them first, I can also transform into a male Son of the Moon."

Aiwass was somewhat helpless, "But ’Number 14’ can no longer transform. After I resurrected Aleister, it can no longer take that appearance. I suspect it might have become the foundation of Aleister’s existence... that is, the ’Me in the Mirror’.

"As for Beyard... the external intelligence about the identity of ’Aleister’ is actually her appearance. In their perception, Aleister’s true identity is Baroness Beyard. I think this identity might be useful, so let’s not change the face."

"Then you must be careful."

Isabel was somewhat worried, "I remember this form would shatter upon taking injury? Be cautious, after exposure, Sherlock might be in danger."

"Rest assured," Aiwass nodded comfortingly, "under normal circumstances, injury would not cancel the transformation. Unless severely injured to the point of limb shattering, or struck by a blunt weapon like a hammer, the transformation would forcibly end. Normally, few people use blunt weapons."

"Would you like to bring someone else along? Perhaps Lily? She is now also at the Fifth Power Level and could help you... After all, the tide of transcendence covers the entire world, and there may be new Fifth Power Levels in the Iris Kingdom. Having her with me puts my mind at ease."

Isabel proposed an idea, "Let her carry my mask, that way I can descend upon her if needed. If you need any ’makeup’ assistance, I can help then."

Aiwass happily agreed.

This worked perfectly—he could disguise himself as a local Son of the Moon, while Lily could infiltrate the Hawkeye Organization. In this way, the two main Transcendent factions of the Iris Kingdom could both be navigable!

Aiwass soon transformed into the Son of the Moon form, receiving Isabel’s "makeup".

In this era, "makeup techniques" had been partially stripped of their allure by Alchemists, widely disseminated through various alchemical cosmetics and skincare products to the general populace... Hayna had first heard about the Pelican Bar because her roommate had purchased some smuggled-in alchemical beauty products from the Pelican Bar.

But in the past, makeup and tattoos were both Mystical Skills of the Path of Beauty. Initially used in religious rituals, they could seek blessings from the gods and nature. Ancient priests, during major ceremonies, would have makeup artists apply makeup to enhance the ritual effects.

When using ancient methods for makeup, some makeup could directly charm the opposite sex, while others could dispel malice from others. There were special makeups that could even be used to pray for rain or curse a field so it yields nothing. By the Imperial Era of the Helasal Empire, the most common remaining makeup technique was the "makeup to drive away the undead".

Isabel had not systematically studied makeup techniques, but she had a good teacher. Before becoming a Professional, Yanis had received the complete tradition of the Path of Beauty, thus she knew almost the entire set of Extraordinary Skills in the Path of Beauty. This was why, as a "Painter", she could mentor a "Prodigy".

And for a "Prodigy", any skill from the Path of Beauty could be attempted.

Under her makeup techniques, Aiwass’ appearance changed.

His once brilliant platinum hair turned bone white, and his eyes the classic dark red of a Son of the Moon. His visage no longer shone so brightly. The once statuesque perfect features became much more gaunt. The cheeks hollowed, the lips thinned and darkened slightly, black circles formed under the eyes, and his whole expression became more sullen—his gaze fierce and cold—he looked like someone you could tell was up to no good with just a glance.

To describe it, it was the look of a "Necromancer".

"...I’ve really put in a lot of effort."

Isabel stepped back, admiring her handiwork yet a bit helplessly said, "But I still can’t make you ugly... I just can’t bring myself to do it. Damn it. I can only make you look more intimidating."

"Why must I be made to look uglier?"

Aiwass was somewhat startled.

"I’ve heard the Irisflower People are particularly wild."

Isabel puffed her cheeks, looking rather wary: "They can invite someone to a hotel upon first meeting! It’s a land tainted by the Son of the Moon... as long as their eyes meet, they’ll whisk them away... If I can’t make you look uglier, at least I’ll make them hesitant to approach you."

"...I won’t be taken by them."

Aiwass explained helplessly.

"I know," Isabel said reluctantly, "but... I still don’t feel at ease. If only the one going with you was me, and not Lily."

She actually just wanted to go out and play with Aiwass.

Traveling abroad with the person you like to rescue a mutual friend—it sounds as romantic as the legendary hero tales.

"Will you let me take care of you then?"

Aiwass jested, "I can take good care of myself... and you, my Queen? If I remember correctly, aside from the national tour after your coronation, you’ve hardly ever left the Hall of Silver and Tin. If you were really traveling with me, could you truly adapt to living outside?"

Hearing Aiwass’s words, Isabel hesitated for quite a while before grinding her teeth with indignation: "Damn it... I’ll learn the necessary skills—I won’t underestimate the learning ability of a prodigy!"

"Alright, alright..."

Aiwass then rubbed Isabel’s hair, calming her down.

He looked at himself in the mirror and quickly thought of the clothes that suited him—

He found the spare formal attire of Ritual Master Ibn and borrowed a set.

It was a full-body white robe, with a white headwrap.

Isabel’s cosmetics technique could even alter body shapes—Aiwass now appeared slimmer than before. Even his height was half a head shorter, fitting perfectly into the clothes without any alteration.

After donning this Parthia-style ritualist white robe... his cold, fierce crimson eyes, along with an icy and gloomy demeanor, made him look just like a cursing sorcerer from the Parthian Ancient Country!

"This identity... will be called Ibn then."

Aiwass said casually: "Anyway, among the ritualists in the Parthian Ancient Country, at least six in ten are named Ibn."

Speaking of cursing sorcerers...

Aiwass narrowed his eyes slightly, a hint of genuine murderous intent flashing in his pupils.

He remembered... the cursing sorcerer Aziz who killed his biological parents, it was about time to settle scores with him.

That guy should have returned to Parthia by now.

Just as Aiwass planned to escort Zhu Tang to Parthia, he would also prepare countermeasures for the unlikely descent of the Abyssal Celestial Envoy... and aside from rescuing Sherlock, there wasn’t anything too urgent.

The Serpent Celestial Marshal’s deification ceremony was likely to take place on August 8th, giving him more than two months.

Once he’s married, he’ll find time to visit Parthia.

If that guy gets drowned by the descending Abyssal Celestial Envoy... that would be too easy on him.

Now that Lily’s revenge is avenged, Yulia is safe, the crisis with Avalon and the Holy Nation is resolved, the Fallen Celestial Marshal is dealt with...

Next, it’s time to do something for himself.

That’s what Aiwass thought.

When Lily arrived from the Moriarty Estate, Aiwass summoned Merlin from the ritual chamber to teleport both of them to the Iris Kingdom.

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