Chapter 106

The Crescent Inn should be called the mansion.

All island residents, the islanders' bank, and island development.

Crescent City, Northern Prefecture.

Wealthy outsiders heading to the island.

Luosen's inn.

The Levinde nobles.

Everyone stood in the spacious, bright courtyard, scrutinizing various dissatisfying details with a very critical eye.

Constant Technique.

The overall décor style is too plain; although it's quite bright, it's overdone and ends up looking shabby.

Levinde's major city and the baron's domain.

Maxim.

Maxim lightly clapped his hands and said loudly, "Ladies and gentlemen, gossiping about the master behind his back is not a proper thing to do."

After the crowd stopped their discussion, he began to introduce the Luosen beside him.

Crescent City's owner, Luosen the Saxon Baron, an outstanding master of Transformation Technique, and the Nature Alliance.

Sound effect.

The nobles all broke into applause.

This Baron may not be outstanding in other aspects, but his transformation technique is truly top-notch.

Among Levinde's upper nobility.

Because Maxim's personal experience undeniably verified this point.

White Platinum City (Levinde's capital).

Therefore, just for this astonishing transformation technique, he is worthy of respect.

Sir Maxim.

"Whether as a Baron lord or as a Transformation Technique Master, I place great importance on reputation. Please rest assured, I have always been transparent with pricing, and transactions are voluntary."

As he spoke, he raised his hand toward Ailiya, who was following him, and she immediately stepped forward, presenting each Levinde noble with a beautifully framed transformation price list.

"Please look, the price of each transformation service is listed here; it is somewhat higher than the usual transformation technique on the continent, but I believe my skill is worth this price."

The nobles all looked at the price list and found that to be true.

Although expensive, it is not exorbitant; generally it is two to three times the market price, and considering his lordly status and superb skill, this price is what he deserves.

At the same time, the price list also features a unique, even one-of-a-kind in the entire alliance transformation service called 'Fine Transformation'.

Ogre.

This price is indeed quite high, but who can blame them for having such ability?

As the Levinde nobles examined the price list, Luosen was also carefully observing them.

The maid of Levinde's senior princess.

She looked like an utterly ordinary woman, about thirty-four or thirty-five years old. She wore a thick wig and a pair of black crystal glasses that obscured her eyes.

She deliberately kept a low profile, so she had little presence in the crowd.

No.

After patiently waiting for the crowd to finish their discussion, he continued, "This time I have brought many high-grade arcane lattices, storing ample transformation energy, so I can fully meet your transformation needs."

No.

Before his words had finished, a strong-bodied man stepped forward.

"Baron, I want a divine gun!"

Luosen was not surprised by this answer, but the man's next sentence was somewhat shocking.

Only to see him glance around the hall and loudly declare, "The divine gun I want must be more divine than anyone else's here. For this, I have prepared ample gold coins!"

Sound.

Dawn Bank.

Luosen glanced at the bank deposit slip, his eyes flickering slightly as he thought, "Great, they actually brought a fake deposit slip to freeload off me!"

Of course, he wasn't so reckless as to make them all fake; roughly five genuine and one fake.

Considering that the transformation technique entails almost no cost and is always profitable, Luosen decided to pretend ignorance and continue accepting the fake deposit slips.

Naturally, these fake deposit slips shouldn't go to waste; just have someone quietly take them to Dawn Bank to cash them out.

Anyway, as long as they can get the gold, it doesn't matter whether the deposit slips are real or fake. However, this 'Number One Divine Gun' service cannot be satisfied, because it harms the interests of other customers.

And the transformation technique is his long-term business; looking after all customers' interests is the top priority.

Thus, he smiled and said, "Sir, I'm sorry but I cannot meet your demand."

"Why?" the tall noble said, his face full of displeasure.

Luosen felt that the man seemed intent on wrecking his place; after a rough estimate, he guessed the man had likely received a secret nod from His Majesty Sheila.

After all, nobody likes someone scheming against their mother, but the mother happens to like men, so helplessly he could only covertly thwart it at the source.

White Sturgeon Island.

Her Majesty Queen Sala, the Queen Dowager, and the kingdom's nobles.

As the saying goes, "Those who gain the Way gain many helpers; those who lose the Way gain few." Even the king cannot escape this.

No.

No.

"Because I only strive to meet their needs while guaranteeing the customers' physical health. But each customer's physical condition differs, and the limits of the techniques they can withstand also vary."

So, whether we can be first doesn't depend on me; it depends on Mother Nature's favor.

This explanation is airtight.

The nobleman immediately felt a bit deflated: "Fine, then do your best to make it bigger; the bigger, the better."

That attitude stirred Luosen once more.

"Alright, I was overthinking. It seems His Majesty King Sheila doesn't care about these details at all, and this fellow in front of us simply wants the first divine spear."

That would naturally be best, but regardless of whether His Majesty King Sheila cares, he must remain vigilant.

After all, as his reputation grows and his business expands, jealousy is inevitable.

So he nodded and said, "I'll do my best."

The scene became much more harmonious thereafter.

A noble would step forward, state his request, pay, and then Luosen would take him to a small room for transformation. It would take a little over a quarter of an hour, and then the next one.

And so the cycle repeated.

Excluding time for rest and sleep, by the time fifty nobles had completed their transformations, it was already the afternoon of the second day.

Luosen thus received 140,000 Ogre gold coins, all in the form of bank deposit slips, of which 20,000 were forgeries.

It was clear that the Levinde nobles were also very satisfied with his transformation services.

Finally, it was the turn of the Levinde Princess's maid.

At that moment, all the other nobles had left, leaving only her.

She alone followed Luosen to the small transformation room.

Upon entering, she immediately unleashed a Four-ring Arcane 'Secret Wall' on the wall, revealing herself to be a Four-ring Arcane Master.

She did not cancel her Transformation Technique, and said straightaway, "Baron, you must find my arrival rather odd, right?"

Luosen nodded, "Exactly. Curiosity is human nature, but my reason can always keep it in check."

He had not sensed it before, but after studying the spell 'Nature's Gift', he gained a deep understanding of natural forces and vaguely detected a strong surge of natural power on her.

Such a level of surge was even stronger than that of his wife Selena.

Thus, this Arcane Master before him was most likely not a maid but the Princess herself.

She was clearly pleased with Luosen's answer, and with a detached expression nodded, "Very good."

After a brief pause, she got straight to the point.

"The experiences of the past two days have confirmed that you are indeed the Alliance's supreme Transformation Master, possessing unparalleled transformation skill and profound knowledge of human anatomy and healing spells."

"Then I want to ask you, is there a method that can let a person perfectly transform into another person, so that even the closest individuals cannot detect any difference?"

Luosen felt a slight stir in his mind, having already guessed something, but he naturally knew this matter could not be spoken of, nor could he show any special reaction.

So he replied in the tone of a professional Shapeshifter, "Madam, the flesh can almost be done, but the soul cannot."

"Are you sure?"

"Madam, although I am only a mid‑rank mage, perfect disguise is the ultimate pursuit of any Transformation mage, and I am no exception."

"I have studied the human body, not only drawing on ancestral wisdom but also conducting countless hands‑on experiments. I can only say that the complexity of the soul far exceeds that of the flesh."

"At present, there is no safe and controllable soul‑transformation spell, and it is unlikely that one will appear in the future."

"Why?"

"There is no 'why'; this is the result of countless practical tests. If you wish to know the reason, you must ask the Creator."

The Princess showed a hint of contemplation on her face.

After a while, she produced a stack of bank deposit slips and handed them to Luosen: "I understand, and I also hope the Baron keeps today's conversation confidential; this is your reward."

Luosen glanced at the slips and found they amounted to a full 20,000 Ogre, all genuine.

This discovery caused a slight stir in his mind: 'Either the Princess's maid knows nothing about the forgeries, and the forger deliberately avoided her.'

'Or she knows about the forgery, and therefore deliberately used genuine slips to show her sincerity.'

After a brief consideration, Luosen thought the former was more likely.

Because the forgery was so flawless, and he, only a mid‑rank mage outwardly, lacked the ability to spot a fake, the other party had no need to avoid fake slips.

In other words, to some extent the Princess had been kept at arm's length by the Levinde Royal Family and excluded from core affairs.

For some reason, the Princess had also begun to harbor a deep suspicion about the true identity of the current King Sheila.

Otherwise she would not have come in person to seek his magical advice.

Moreover, it is easy to imagine that the Princess would not limit herself to asking him; she would exhaust every means to verify the matter.

And once the seed of doubt is sown in the heart, it will keep growing until it bears fruit.

Because perfect disguise does not exist in the world, Luosen cannot achieve it; he has never seen any record of it in history or even myth.

'It seems the situation among the Levinde higher‑ups is evolving rapidly.'

'My strategy must also accelerate its actions.'

As for the Princess before him, she is highly proactive, but her combat experience seems lacking, and she is too reckless, easily startling the snake and causing the bomb to detonate prematurely.

In this regard, he can only intervene to a limited extent.

Thus, he gave a reproachful reminder: "Your Highness, your Transformation Technique is still too crude."

The Princess was startled, but quickly composed herself.

"Truly, you live up to being a Transformation Master, but you won't blab, right?"

"Absolutely not; I'm only reminding Your Highness to be extremely cautious and to watch your own safety, for the world is far from peaceful."

The Princess gave a slight nod: "Thank you for the reminder; I will be careful, but within the Natural Alliance, no one has dared to move against me."

Luosen believed this, because the Levinde Royal Family carries pure natural divine blood, a direct lineage of the Divine Sovereign Father, and any unnatural death would bring severe repercussions.

He trusted that the Frost Envoy Lafengge was not that foolish.

But if forced into a corner, nothing can be guaranteed.

He also does not wish any mishap for the Princess, for in his newly adjusted continental strategy, she is a crucial piece.

At this moment, the Elder Princess asked: "So, Baron, do you have the ability to see through soul disguises?"

Luosen, with a troubled look, said: "Your Highness, I do have some related research, but after all I'm only an intermediate mage, so my ability is limited."

The Elder Princess gave a faint smile: "Ability can be improved; I believe with your perceptive talent, Baron, you'll soon be able to raise that skill to some extreme, right?"

Luosen nodded confidently: "That's right; as long as you give me three years, I will definitely be able to see through every disguise in the world!"

"Three years? That's not too long."

The Elder Princess fell into thought.

Several minutes later, she suddenly countered: "Baron married the Dawn Princess and is vigorously developing his territory; his ambitions are not ordinary."

Luosen gave a slight smile: "Your Highness, you're teasing me; I'm simply developing my territory. After all, the Princess married me, I can't let her live a hard life."

"That's not wrong either."

The Elder Princess stared at Luosen, wanting to say something, but held back, and finally let out a long sigh.

"Forget it, let's stop here."

Luosen immediately realized that she thought his strength was too weak and looked down on him.

He certainly didn't defend himself, because he was indeed weak at the moment.

For now, I can only advise to this extent.

"Your Highness, I wish you a safe journey home."

(End of chapter)