The Shepherds Are Dense – Chapter 990

Chapter 989
It’s time to do something for myself.
After bidding farewell to Mycroft, Eivass returned to the Silver and Tin Hall to find Isabel.
When he wanted to change his appearance, Isabel was the first person he thought of.
Although he had been promoted by riding the tide of transcendence, he lacked some foundation compared to established Elven Extraordinarys like Janis. However, Isabel was now a genuine Fifth Tier.
She was now, to some extent, a “Bone Sculpture” level combatant!
And Isabel’s most proficient ability system was illusion.
“…You want to use illusion to conceal these antlers?”
Isabel held the massive antlers in her hands, hesitating slightly, “I can make them invisible at most… but I’m afraid it won’t be of much use. And they… are too hot.”
Eivass’s antlers emitted heat, which made it easy for perceptive individuals to clearly sense their existence. Concealing the heat was much more difficult than altering visual perception—it was like trying to hide a fire without letting people feel the heat when they touched it. Isabel might not have been unable to do this, but if it was merely “enchantment,” it would be very difficult.
Furthermore, the weight of these antlers was also not to be underestimated. Although their weight was no longer a problem for the current Eivass, the human body and a deer’s body were different. With such a large protrusion in front—now over twenty centimeters tall—it would cause a significant shift in the body’s center of gravity.
“So, I plan to transform into a Child of the Moon.”
Eivass explained, “If I transform into a Child of the Moon, there won’t be antlers on my head.”
“That little girl? Or Beyad?”
Isabel immediately thought of Eivass’s other two avatars, a sly smile appearing on her lips, “Are you asking me to change them into something else?”
“…Why did you immediately think of them? I can also transform into a male Child of the Moon.”
Eivass was somewhat helpless, “However, ‘No. 14’ can no longer transform. After I resurrected Alistair, I could no longer transform into its form. I think it might have become the foundation for Alistair’s existence… that is, ‘my reflection in the mirror.’
“As for Beyad… the information about ‘Alistair’ on the outside actually refers to her appearance. After all, in their perception, Alistair’s true identity is Duchess Beyad. I think this identity might be useful, so I won’t change into another face.”
“Then you must be careful.”
Isabel was a little worried, “I remember that once this avatar of yours is injured, it will shatter? Be careful, if your identity is exposed, Sherlock might be in danger.”
“Don’t worry,” Eivass nodded to reassure her, “Normal injuries won’t cancel the transformation. Unless it’s a severe injury that shatters a limb, or if I’m hit by a blunt object like a hammer, the transformation will be forcibly canceled. Not many people use blunt objects usually.”
“Would you like to bring someone else? For example, Lily? She’s also Fifth Tier now and can help you… After all, the tide of transcendence has covered the entire world, and there might be new Fifth Tiers on the Iris Kingdom’s side as well. I’d feel more at ease if she accompanied you.”
Isabel proposed an idea, “Let her carry my Mask of Secrets, so I can descend upon her then. If you need ‘touch-ups,’ I can also help.”
Eivass readily agreed.
This was perfect—he could disguise himself as a local Child of the Moon, and Lily could infiltrate the Eagle Eye organization. This way, both major Extraordinary factions in the Iris Kingdom would be covered!
Immediately, Eivass transformed into his Child of the Moon form and accepted Isabel’s “makeup.”
In this era, “makeup art” had been partially de-mystified by alchemists, and through various alchemical cosmetics and skincare products, it had spread to the common people… Haina had learned about the Pelican Bar because her roommate had purchased some smuggled alchemical beauty products there.
But in the past, both makeup and tattoos belonged to the Mystical Arts of The Path of Beauty. It was originally used in religious rituals to pray for divine and natural protection. Ancient priests, when performing major rituals, would have makeup artists apply makeup to themselves to enhance the ritual’s effects.
When applying makeup using ancient methods, some looks could directly charm the opposite sex, while others could dispel the malice of others. Some special makeup could even be used to pray for rain or curse a field to yield no harvest. In the Hrasal Empire era, the most common makeup art that still preserved its inheritance was “makeup for expelling undead.”
Isabel had not systematically studied makeup art, but she had a good teacher. Before Janis became a professional, she had received a complete inheritance of The Path of Beauty, so she understood almost all the Extraordinary arts of The Path of Beauty. It was because of this that she, as a “painter,” could teach such a “polymath.”
And for a “polymath,” any art from The Path of Beauty could be attempted.
Under her makeup art, Eivass’s appearance changed.
His originally radiant white-gold long hair turned bone-pale, and his eye color became the classic dark red of the Child of the Moon. His appearance became less dazzling. His originally full face, perfect like a divine statue, now became much thinner. His cheeks were sunken, his lips thinned and slightly darkened, dark circles appeared on his face, and his entire demeanor became much gloomier, with a fierce and cold gaze—the kind of look that made it clear at a glance that he was not a good person.
To describe it, it was like the appearance of a “Necromancer.”
“…I tried my best.”
Isabel stepped back, admiring her handiwork with a hint of helplessness, “But I still couldn’t make you look ugly… I couldn’t bring myself to do it, damn it. I had no choice but to make you look frightening.”
“Why did you have to make me look ugly?”
Eivass was a little surprised.
“I heard that Iris people are particularly promiscuous.”
Isabel puffed out her cheeks, looking very vigilant, “They can invite people they just met to their rooms! That is a country contaminated by the Child of the Moon… Whether men or women, they’ll pull you away if their eyes meet… If I can’t make you look ugly, then at least make them afraid to approach you.”
“…I won’t go with them.”
Eivass explained helplessly.
“I know,” Isabel said, a little aggrieved, “But… I’m still uneasy. I wish it was me going with you, not Lily.”
She actually just wanted to go out and have fun with Eivass.
Traveling abroad with the person you like to rescue a mutual friend—it sounded like a romantic legend from a hero’s tale.
“Will you let me take care of you then?”
Eivass teased, “I can take care of myself… What about you, Her Majesty the Queen? If I remember correctly, besides the national tour during your enthronement, you haven’t really left the Silver and Tin Hall much. If you were to travel with me, could you really adapt to life outside?”
Hearing Eivass’s words, Isabel hesitated for a long while, then gritted her teeth in frustration, “Damn it… I’ll learn the relevant arts—don’t underestimate a polymath’s learning ability!”
“Alright, alright…”
Eivass ruffled Isabel’s hair again, calming her down.
He looked at himself in the mirror and quickly thought of suitable clothes—
He found the spare formal attire of the court Ritualist, Mr. Ibn, and borrowed a set.
It was a white robe that covered his entire body, with a white headscarf.
Isabel’s makeup art could even change body shape—the current Eivass was thinner than before. He was even half a head shorter, and the robe fit perfectly without needing any alterations.
After Eivass put on this white robe of Anxi style Ritualist… his icy, ferocious scarlet eyes and his cold, gloomy demeanor made his attire look like a Curse Master from the Ancient Kingdom of Anxi!
“This identity… let’s call myself Ibn.”
Eivass said casually, “Anyway, among the Ritualists of the Ancient Kingdom of Anxi, at least six out of ten are named Ibn.”
However, speaking of Curse Masters…
Eivass narrowed his eyes slightly, a hint of genuine killing intent surfacing in his pupils.
He remembered… that Curse Master Aziz, who had cursed his own parents to death, could probably be dealt with now.
That guy should have already returned to Anxi.
Coincidentally, he would escort Zhu Tang to Anxi afterwards and devise countermeasures against the likely deposed Abyss Heavenly Envoy… Besides rescuing Sherlock, there was nothing else too urgent.
The ritual for the Ring Heavenly Envoy’s ascension was most likely on August 8th, giving him over two months.
After getting married, he would make time to go to Anxi.
If that guy were drowned by the descending Abyss Heavenly Envoy… that would be too easy for him.
Now that Lily’s revenge was taken, Yulia was safe, the crises of Avalon and the Church were resolved, and the Fallen Heavenly Envoy was defeated…
Next, he needed to do something for himself.
Eivass thought so.
When Lily arrived from Moriarty’s mansion, Eivass summoned Merlin from the Ritual Chamber and had him teleport both of them to the Iris Kingdom.
(End of Chapter)