58 Pain and Gain III (1/2)

Sitting on his throne Don was looking at the woman top to bottom before him.

She had an oval face, slightly lighter than ivory with a rose-colored tint to her cheeks. Her small hazel eyes were lively, warm, and sparkled with bliss when her lips slightly curved. Her smooth blonde hair with soft curls fell just past her dimpled chin. Her pink, slight, buttoned nose that was just above her delicate lips that always had a faint smile.

This was the new face of Arrora, the mask perfectly changed her face by using the bound energy just like the battle energy. Seeing Arrora's new face Don realized the items in his space rings now can be used by his subordinates using the bound energy.

As Don was studying the face changer Knight already started to train his army by using the device and Don was waiting for the first batch to complete their cultivation.

Standing before Don, Arrora couldn't guess what he was planning now.

She knew that to describe his facial expression would be like describing a blank sheet of paper. He could have been in a coma for all the life his face showed.

Arrora wanted to ask what he was thinking but before she could do that the throne hall doors opened as Knight entered the room followed by a group of elves and dwarves. Behind Knight, Elves were led by Arwen and the dwarves were led by Stodemar.

”Don now we have ten hybrids in elves ten in dwarves all of them just reached the master level”

Uncle Dior almost coughed up blood when he heard Knight and looked at the twenty people while scratching his head a bit. Just yesterday the people standing before Uncle Dior were just a Beginner or Apprentice level but it took just one cultivation session using the device to get their cultivation to reach master level. He knew if they have thirty more master level magis in their army they can go out and start conquering smaller kingdoms.

”Cat give me those”

Don asked and reached his hand out to his right as twenty Khals appeared on top of his hand.

Arrora saw the twenty Khals were floating towards the twenty people before her as each of them grabbed one.

”Arrora and Arwen you two are going to lead this mission”

Arwen and Arrora's mouths hung with lips slightly parted and Arwen's eyes were as wide as he could stretch.

”Stodemar you the backup if anything goes wrong, create a diversion so they could escape get it”

Although Stodemar seemed a little disappointed to be just a backup, Stodemar knew Arrora and Arwen have more experience working under his king than him as he bowed his head to show his agreement.

”Each of you will lead five elves and five dwarves Arwen put this on”

As he said Don took another face changer from his space ring and threw it towards Arwen. The elves and dwarves gasped mouth full of air in surprise when they saw Arwen's face changing visibly before them.

Arwen's new face was stern, even a little melancholy, in repose, which was transfigured when he smiled towards Amaryll. He now had a long-boned face, tapering to a pointed chin, black hair instead of his natural silver hair and his pointy ears transformed into human ears.

”But Don what's the mission?”

Everyone looked at Don for his answer, some of them had excited faces while others had a worried face.

”You are going to attack the slave city”

At the moment those words came out of his mouth small yelps and squeals could be heard in the hall.

Hearing Don Amaryll's eyes and her mouth were frozen wide open in a stunning shock, and although she was staring straight at Don she appeared not to notice him at all.

”Why?”

Amaryll decided to ask him, she never wanted to question Don but she couldn't find a reason why they have to attack the slave city and also making her brother lead the attack with Arrora

”Did you forget about what the dragon king said?”

Don didn't shout or raise his voice but the voice was so dominant and reverberated through the hall.

”We cannot win even a small war without having an army let alone the great war he mentioned, you think a hundred people is an army?”