Enya stepped out from the small cubicle.
Sophia’s gaze was fixed on the window, but since it was closed, she wasn’t really looking at anything; she was simply lost in thought.
Was she thinking about something?
Enya waited a moment, only speaking after Sophia finally turned her head, her pair of emerald-blue eyes looking over at her.
“What do you think of this look?”
Sophia stared at her in a daze, then nodded her head.
At this moment, Enya was wearing a rather loose-fitting gray robe.
The gray fabric looked very fine and didn’t appear dirty at all; on the contrary, it gave Enya an air of lazy leisure.
That “Mask of a Thousand Faces” was a very special magical artifact.
It was said that in some unknown secret realm, there were many strange trees.
Their branches, leaves, and trunks were all like ordinary trees—blooming once a year and bearing fruit once a year—but each tree only bore one or two fruits at a time.
And those fruits looked almost identical to humans.
If you picked these little people and peeled their faces with a knife, then refined them through multiple complex processes, you could make such a mask.
Members of the Cult of Calamity often used these masks to disguise themselves and create disasters.
Enya had altered the mask slightly from her original appearance, making herself look a bit older. She had even
deliberately changed her silver hair to gray, and put on a pair of thin-rimmed glasses.
She looked just like a young female scholar.
If she were holding a few books, she would appear even more convincing.
Enya looked down at herself and felt this getup was pretty good—certainly much better than the random disguise she’d thrown together before.
Sophia carefully examined Enya from head to toe.
“Is this what Lady Ain originally looked like?”
“Huh?”
Enya was momentarily stunned, but quickly figured it out.
Sophia really thought her face had been injured and that this current appearance was reconstructed from memory, hence the question.
But how should Enya answer that?
If a question can’t be answered, you can simply choose not to answer.
Enya extended her hand, and a pitch-black plaque appeared in her palm, immediately drawing Sophia’s attention.
The elven Missy asked curiously.
“What’s that?”
“Before I met you all, I once pursued an assassin sent to White Stone City, and I took this token from him.”
Enya explained.
“It’s said that anyone carrying this item can enter an underground tavern and spend money there to buy information. This is an Intelligence Broker’s Pass. I thought we could try using it.”
“Intelligence Broker?”
That was what caught Sophia’s attention.
She was full of curiosity about the ways of the human world, and since they’d broached the topic, Enya went ahead and explained.
“Information is extremely valuable. Even a small secret could be worth thousands or tens of thousands of gold coins. And selling information is relatively safe, so the profession of Intelligence Broker emerged. Usually, these people are backed by local authorities, so they’re fairly trustworthy. Only… it’s pretty good if you can trust even half of what they say.” As Enya spoke, she walked toward the door.
Sophia turned her head, her eyes following Enya’s movements.
When Enya opened the door, Sophia shot up from her chair and darted to Enya’s side, clutching Enya’s arm.
The sudden contact made Enya freeze for a moment.
Sophia noticed a hint of red appear at the tip of Enya’s ear peeking through her hair, but Enya’s face showed no expression.
Sophia blinked, uncertain what emotions Enya was feeling at the moment.
Before, there had always been armor between them, so Enya had never felt the elven Missy’s softness.
Now, with the pair of soft rabbits pressing against her arm through only a layer of fabric, Enya was a bit unaccustomed to the sensation.
Fortunately, she was no longer who she used to be; after a brief moment, she suppressed those untimely feelings
and pushed them down.
“I want to go too!”
Sophia looked at Enya with a face full of anticipation.
How am I supposed to refuse that?
Enya nodded helplessly.
After opening the door, she turned back, squinting at Sophia with a playful smile, and said,
“Sophia Missy, this time you have to listen to me, understand?” “Mmm…”
A blush flashed across Sophia’s face, and she nodded in a muffled voice.
The second time they’d met, Sophia had said almost the same thing to Enya.
Now, Enya was returning it to her.
How could she remember so clearly?
Well, it had only been two or three days—of course Enya remembered it vividly.
The two left the room.
Sophia put up her hood to cover her ears, and as they walked, she said, “Um… Lady Ain, after all this is over, can you sell me that ‘Mask of a Thousand Faces’?”
“You want it? I can just give it to you.”
“Thank you!”
“It’s nothing.”
Although Enya was a little reluctant, she agreed readily.
Sophia’s beautiful eyes sparkled.
Enya could already guess what Sophia planned to do, but she didn’t intend to meddle.
She and Sophia had only known each other for three days.
White Stone City was a city built against a mountain, but where was the mountain?
Enya couldn’t see it.
Had it been dug out?
In the outer district, along a narrow street—
Enya and Sophia walked slowly.
Although they both wore robes and didn’t look wealthy, the sight of two lovely young women would inevitably attract some unwanted attention.
Among these gazes, some were just looks, but a few people wanted more and started to gather around, blocking their way.
“Hey, ladies, who called you here?”
Blocking Enya and Sophia was a coarse-looking man, a lecherous grin plastered on his face. Enya narrowed her eyes slightly.
She glanced around and saw that quite a few people were eyeing them, ready to join in.
They all seemed eager for a share of the spoils.
Of course, they were all hedging their bets, ready to back off at a moment’s notice.
Enya gave a cold smile, her body unmoving.
That man who had just been brazenly sizing her up suddenly flew backward, slamming hard into a wall and immediately losing consciousness.
Sophia looked at Enya, her eyes asking what they should do next.
Enya gave a small smile and said calmly, “Rather than going out to find them ourselves, why not let them come to us?” “Huh?”
Sophia looked confused.
Enya didn’t bother to explain further. She walked over to the unconscious man and nudged him gently with her foot.
He wasn’t dead—she had held back.
The rest of the crowd, who’d been hoping for some excitement, froze when the man went flying.
Once they came to their senses, they scattered, as if used to scenes like this.
Not long after, a raggedly dressed young man appeared, surrounded by a small group, emerging from the mouth of an alley.
When he saw Enya and Sophia standing on the back of the unconscious man, he paused, then carefully sensed their auras.
The young man spoke with caution.
“May I ask where you ladies are from, and what brings you here?”
Enya didn’t waste words. She pulled a pitch-black plaque from her pocket, and when the young man saw it, his brows furrowed.
She looked down at him and asked,
“Do you recognize this?”
“Of course… but there was no need for such methods.”
The young man glanced again at the man under their feet. He felt no pity—he just thought the scene was so amusing that he took another look.
“Honestly, you could have just asked someone directly.” “But I prefer this way. Got a problem?”
Enya tilted her chin, jumped off the man’s head, and Sophia, imitating her, jumped down as well.
Watching this made the young man’s scalp tingle. After sucking in a cold breath, he said,
“I’ll take you there.”