Chapter 1848: Chapter 882: Appearance Reflects the Heart (Part 2)
When they gathered at the center of the camp, a man and a woman were already standing there waiting for them.
The man was young and handso, tall and slim but not frail, with a physique typical of broad shoulders, a wasp waist, and slender legs, such a person possesses strength and explosive power far exceeding the impression their body type gives.
This body type is most popular in the Soaring Dragon Empire, especially among the noblewon and ladies of the boudoir, who firmly believe that people with such a physique usually excel in spearmanship, able to challenge enemy generals on horseback and create a wave of excitent on foot.
Upon seeing the faces of these two, everyone couldn’t hide their surprise, as the man had features very similar to theirs: the sa black hair, black eyes, and slightly flat-round nose, giving a gentle impression.
But the most striking was his deanor; every gesture and action resembled a well-read scholar or a noble young gentleman.
As for the woman, she was indescribably beautiful, a beauty that words cannot capture, similar to the elusive silhouettes glimpsed behind the boudoir screens, leaving her true appearance hidden, yet that misty beauty provoked the deepest yearning and admiration.
This man and woman were none other than Gaven and Philancy.
In terms of appearance, it was partially due to Gaven’s use of his psychic power for conscious adjustnts; being a Shapeshifter among Psychic Sorcerers, he excelled at manipulating his own physical body.
Even transforming into a Giant Bear or Flying Dragon was within his reach, so subtle adjustnts were effortless.
Previously, he hadn’t employed this technique as there was no necessity.
The Felen Continent had a strong immigration culture, and most regions, apart from certain distinctive races and areas, were not very xenophobic, including the Laiserman Kingdom, so it posed no issues here.
On the other hand, as Gaven’s strength developed, his soul consciousness subtly influenced his physical body.
It’s uncertain whether due to the unique Shapeshifter profession or because of the extraordinary power of Gaven’s current soul consciousness.
This phenonon, where looks erge from the heart, was increasingly evident in him.
At so point, his appearance began resembling his past life more closely, even his hair color showing subtle changes.
Even Gaven himself wasn’t sure whether his appearance would continue to change.
Thus, he took advantage of the excuse to forge relations with the Soaring Dragon People and utilized spell abilities for further adjustnts; even if acquaintances noticed discrepancies, he could easily brush it off.
Another reason was the relatively xenophobic and close-knit nature of these Soaring Dragon People, having similar faces would more easily earn their goodwill.
Sure enough, those who discerned Gaven’s appearance had eyes filled with curiosity and speculation, seemingly guessing his identity and origin.
Gaven did not feel the need to explain proactively; denying the Soaring Dragon bloodline would negate the purpose of altering his appearance.
But claiming to have Soaring Dragon bloodline would be outright deception, inevitably exposed soday.
Keeping the mystery allowed these Soaring Dragon People to conjure their own speculations, especially since after the Golden Road opened, trade persisted between the Felen Continent and Kartu Continent.
Soaring Dragon immigrants rooted in Felen were neither scarce nor plentiful, with the furthest having reached West Gate City, ho to a community of several hundred Soaring Dragon People.
Gaven nodded to those Soaring Dragon People arriving gradually, speaking in a Soaring Dragon official language imbued with an exotic accent: “Allow to introduce myself, I am the commander of the Lake Asen ambush battle, recomnded by all the Lord Witches of Haslan, Gaven.
I have requested from the Lord Witches your possession rights, from this mont, you are no longer prisoners, nor slaves, but free people, free to co and go, whether you wish to live elsewhere or return to the Soaring Dragon Empire, I will certainly not obstruct you.”
These words startled everyone present slightly, instinctively exchanging glances, inwardly cursing as sly fox.
Your promise is basically like saying nothing at all.
They were Soaring Dragon people, their holand thousands of kiloters away; even if they regained freedom, without weapons, equipnt, or food supplies, they couldn’t return.
Especially during warti, with Tukan people everywhere, they might be caught again as slaves before crossing a few kiloters, or beco so monster’s dinner in the wilderness.
As for living elsewhere in Felen, it was even more absurd; unfamiliar with the land and rampant with Tukan armies outside, they couldn’t get far either.
Yet, this favor couldn’t be ignored, after all, he had extended a promise, it was rely their failure to utilize it.
After weighing his words a bit, the Soaring Dragon officer nad Hu Bianguan spoke: “Thank you, General, for your kindness, but as slaves driven by the Tukan people for over a year, we have had no opportunity to accumulate wealth.
The outside is cold and frozen, lacking clothing and food, we fear we couldn’t even manage dozens of miles without freezing to death.
Please, General, extend your goodwill to the end, seek a way out for us.
We may lack possessions, but we have strength; if provided with so rudintary equipnt, we can certainly fight in battle.
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