Chapter 89: with translation of chapter title

Study.

Facing Luosen's pressing questions, Markxim's exceedingly handsome face showed a deep expression of struggle.

Luosen knew this was an unspeakable secret, so he did not press further, merely waiting patiently.

After waiting a full ten minutes, Markxim took several deep breaths, and the embarrassed, awkward look on his face finally began to fade.

"Baron, I don't even know how to describe my problem, so you see for yourself."

As he spoke, he stood up, removed his gray leather coat for warmth, revealing a vest and trousers in Levinde's slanted black‑and‑white checkered style.

Taking another deep breath, he took a long stride to the opposite side of the desk and, in front of Luosen, began to undo his trouser belt.

As he performed the action, a near‑tearing, tragic expression appeared on his face, which reminded Luosen of the scene where a young man's browser history was accidentally exposed.

Luosen thought inwardly, "It seems this must be an extremely embarrassing secret."

The other looked very young, roughly the same age as himself, and must normally live in a life of luxury and constant flattery.

Now exposing his most private secret to a complete stranger he meets for the first time truly requires considerable courage.

With a trembling motion, the belt finally came undone, but the trousers remained stubbornly unlowered.

At the last moment, the Knight hesitated, his hands frozen on the belt.

Luosen waited a while, and seeing the other seem inclined to give up, he offered gentle encouragement.

"Knight, everyone's body has its shortcomings; it's nothing serious."

"I fully understand your concerns, but I am a person of utmost integrity. If you need me to keep it confidential, then no third party will know about it."

Seeing the other still hesitant, he provided further proof.

"When I was in Shire County, I performed transformation services for several noble ladies. I'm sure you've heard of it, and it's probably what finally gave you the resolve to proceed."

"But I must add, in fact, at dawn I have done similar things, and the secrets of those noblewomen have never been leaked by me."

Those words had a soothing effect, and Markxim's expression steadied considerably.

"It's my pretension, Baron."

He gritted his teeth and, in one motion, pulled all his trousers up to his knees.

Then he shut his eyes tightly, with a face of utter surrender: "Baron, you may now mock me."

Luosen glanced, and was instantly startled.

Instinctively leaning forward, he fixed his gaze again, then sighed with deep sympathy.

"Knight, this must have dealt a huge blow to your pride."

Who could have imagined that an adult man of tall stature, strikingly handsome features, and a prestigious family would have a toy smaller than that of a six‑ or seven‑year‑old child?

If Luosen's eyesight weren't good, he wouldn't even have seen the tiny chick hidden in the bird's nest.

Any ordinary man would feel immense embarrassment, let alone the son of a Marquis who is usually revered by countless flatterers.

One can fully imagine how troubling this must be for him; the fact that he has not been driven into a twisted, perverse state is already remarkable.

The greatest secret has now seen the light, and Luosen showed no merciless mockery, which relaxed Markxim's tense spirit considerably.

He sighed deeply, "Baron is right; although it didn't directly harm me, it hurt me profoundly through others, especially women's gazes."

After saying that, it was as if the dam's gate had been opened, and the conversation flowed freely.

"Since I was seven, it has never grown."

"Winter is one thing, but in Levinde the summer heat is scorching; others boldly swim in the sea and play in pools, while I can only stand on the side, drenched in stinky sweat, watching."

"That's one thing, and enduring it passes, but I am a normal man too!"

The Knight shouted in a venting manner.

"When I see those young beautiful women, I also dream of sharing a bed with them. When I see a beloved girl, I hope to make her happy."

"My friends are all scions of great noble families; they rotate companions one after another, while I can only live a bleak, ascetic life."

The young Knight's eyes brimmed with tears.

"Do you know, I once had a beloved girl; we even entered the marriage hall. But once, when we tried to taste the forbidden fruit, I took off my trousers, she cried, and never paid me any attention again."

"At that moment, my heart felt like it would shatter."

Markxim spoke of his past, venting the pent‑up feelings inside him.

Luosen did not interrupt, remaining a quiet listener.

After a while, Markxim gradually calmed down and returned to the point: "Baron, can you help me?"

Luosen was also uncertain.

After thinking, he raised his hand and gestured cautiously, asking, "Besides urinating, does it have any other uses? I mean, does it have ambition?"

If it lacks ambition, the problem becomes rather big, and I might be powerless to help.

"It not only has ambition, it has plenty, and that is precisely the most painful part for me."

Markxim gave a wry smile and nodded.

Although he is young, he is also a mage, apparently having devoted all his energy to cultivation, thus he remains a High-tier Mage.

At this moment, in front of Luosen, he used a Mage Hand, fiddling with it for a while, and then the little thing "leapt" up.

It resembled a tiny sprout brandishing claws.

Luosen wanted to laugh at the sight.

But he knew that laughing now would greatly anger Markxim's sensitive spirit.

Even if he later solved the problem, he would receive no gratitude.

Thus, with supreme resilience, he suppressed the urge to laugh, keeping his face expressionless from head to toe, even his gaze unchanged.

His face displayed only the scholarly spirit of probing an unknown problem.

He evaluated, "From this perspective, at least its ability is flawless; one could even commend it as 'ambitious.'"

Markxim kept watching Luosen's expression; seeing his calm demeanor, his sensitive spirit instantly relaxed, feeling a faint sense of gratitude.

Because in the past, even a loving father, upon seeing this appearance, could not help but show a look of disgust in his eyes.

He sighed dejectedly: "That's right, but an ambitious ant only invites laughter, and tragically, those who mock me are often the people I love."

"So, Baron, can you turn an ant into an elephant without diminishing its ambition?"

Luosen seriously countered: "Knight, have you consulted other Shapeshifters?"

"I am myself a High-tier Mage; to solve this problem I even studied Transformation Technique in depth, but I ultimately gave up, because I lack both the talent for shapeshifting and the ruthlessness to transform myself."

"So I went to seek help from other Shapeshifters."

I have consulted at least a hundred, even risking danger a few times, but no one could truly help me; at best they gave me false self‑esteem." After saying this, Marksim, fearing Luosen might not be wholehearted, began to promise: "Baron, I know your ambition, and I also believe you have the ability to realize it. As long as you

Before he could finish, Luosen raised a hand to interrupt him, his face solemn: "Knight, we are not discussing such mundane matters now."

"Now it is merely a conversation between a pure Shapeshifter and a troubled customer."

"I also want to say that I was once ridiculed in Dawn City because of my identity, so I deeply understand your plight, Knight."

"Therefore, regardless of payment, as long as I am certain I can help you, Knight, I will do everything in my power to solve your problem."

These words greatly moved Marksim, who developed a strong fondness for Luosen, feeling that this Baron was truly a rare good person.

Adding to that his observations over the past two days in the territory, he felt that this was a lord who harbored benevolence but also possessed formidable means.

Having only the former makes one prone to weakness, but adding the latter ensures a future that will certainly not be low, and could even grow into a towering tree for Weilan.

For a moment, he held the young Baron in much higher esteem.

He anxiously asked: "Baron, can you help me?"

He was so focused on the outcome that he kept forgetting to pull up his pants; fortunately the study was warm, so he didn't have to worry about freezing.

Facing the young Knight's concerned gaze, Luosen nodded decisively: "I can!"

His answer was firm and decisive.

"Whooo~~~"

Marksim let out a long breath, his heart suddenly feeling as if he had risen from hell to heaven.

Luosen added: "Knight, you can be as large as you wish; I can even make you larger than a donkey without losing function or harming your health."

Over these years he has specialized in human anatomy, while Laifu possesses extraordinarily fine control beyond mortal limits, allowing him to push Transformation Technique to its utmost extreme.

Moreover, at his level it is not merely shapeshifting; he also employs various healing arts to assist, reducing side effects to a negligible degree.

Finally, the other party's request is actually not the most difficult, because his function is unimpaired, so the essence is merely a shapeshifting problem.

Marksim's brows relaxed, the gloom between them dispelling ninety percent: "Baron, you're not deceiving me, are you?"

Luosen directly began to explain the detailed parameters.

"Considering the dissipation of magical energy and the maintenance of fine functions, Knight, you must come see me for an adjustment once a year, otherwise there could be uncontrollable accidents."

"Once a year… that's a bit frequent, but acceptable."

Levinde is somewhat far from the island; a round trip takes over two months, but given that he is not busy year‑round, setting aside that time is not difficult.

Luosen continued: "Then, Knight, how large do you need?"

"I want it this big!"

Marksim used Transformation Technique to give the wine cup a concrete size.

Luosen chuckled: "Knight, you can't even dare to imagine it?"

Marksim blinked: "What do you mean?"

Luosen encouraged: "Be bolder."

Marksim enlarged it a little: "Is this about right?"

Luosen raised his hand and made a gesture indicating to continue.

He then cautiously enlarged it a bit more, but soon stopped and humbly asked: "Baron, you're the expert; why don't you decide?"

Luosen had been waiting for those words.

He thought it over, then took out a stack of empty wine cups, lined them up neatly, and had Laifu design their shapes and sizes, producing twenty samples in total.

He then transformed each of the twenty samples one by one and placed them on the table for the Knight to choose.

"Pick one, Knight."

Marksim's eyes widened in surprise: "Baron, how can there be so many shapes? Is there some principle behind them?"

Luosen pondered, then took out a bottle of amber‑gold maple dew wine and used Transformation Technique on the liquor to simulate the shape of a container.

While simulating putting a toy into the container, he began to explain.

"Knight, please observe: different forms produce different squeezing sensations, thus different pleasures. If you wish to hear more, I can also explain the specific effects of various shapes on both parties."

Marksim was very curious, nodding repeatedly: "Please, Baron, enlighten me."

He was so curious that he still had forgotten to pull up his pants.

Luosen did not remind him, but gave him a thorough explanation that lasted a full half hour.

Marksim finally understood: "So there is no perfect form, only a suitable one?"

Luosen nodded: "Exactly, only suitable, not perfect. After all, this isn't just your concern, is it?"

Marksim deeply agreed, his face full of admiration: "Baron, you are truly a rare master of Transformation Technique; you have laid bare all its subtleties."

It was clear he was completely convinced, even addressing Luosen with an honorific.

After thinking, he pointed to one model and said: "Then I'll start with this one."

Luosen nodded, signaling Marksim to lie flat on the sofa, then began to release the Transformation Technique for him.

Because it was an extremely fine transformation, it took a full quarter of an hour.

If evaluated by the current system for spell‑casting difficulty, the result would be unimaginable, far surpassing mortal limits.

Such ability, if placed in antiquity, would undoubtedly be a miracle, and Luosen would be revered as a god; but in the modern age, with enlightened minds and clear principles of transformation, it can only be respected as a master's art.

After the transformation was complete, Luosen gestured for him to give it a try.

Makeximu tried it on the spot, and the result left him stunned: "Hiss~ This is practically identical to the real thing. No, this is the real thing!"

Although the general Transformation Technique can alter outward appearance, it makes his things as stiff as wood, and after the transformation fades, they can even become swollen and painful.

But the Baron's Transformation Technique is completely different; one feels no permeation of transformation energy, and the skin surface is only slightly numb, with absolutely no discomfort.

As if born that way.

This is truly wonderful; Makeximu feels as if the past twenty-odd years of his life were completely wasted, and he can't help thinking: "Now I am truly a man!"

But he soon grew worried: "Won't it be too big?"

Luosen shrugged: "This matter isn't up to you, nor up to me; it's up to the girls. Knight, why not go to Crescent City and ask a few enthusiastic girls?"

Makeximu nodded seriously: "I really need to ask properly; if it doesn't work, I'll have to ask the Baron to adjust it."

Happy to be of service.

The Knight quickly added: "Wait till I try it back, then we can discuss business matters properly."

He was clearly pent up; after saying that, he didn't linger a moment, turned and left the study.

(End of chapter)