Transformation Mask

Fine golden tendrils abruptly extended from No. 3796's body and pierced into the skull of the man with Eastern features.

Memory read initiated. Energy consumption: 0.1 Kun per hour.

Ten seconds later, No. 3796 said directly, "Memory read complete. Begin transmission?"

Yang Feng answered decisively, "Begin transmission!"

In this unknown world, intelligence and information were of the utmost importance. Knowing nothing about this world was the most dangerous thing of all.

A red light flashed in No. 3796's eyes, and an immense stream of information was immediately transmitted into Yang Feng's mind, granting him a great deal of intelligence.

The corpse's owner was named Zhao Jiang. He was the first heir of a minor baron in the Fein Deluo Principality on the Durando Subcontinent, and his fief was Red Leaf Town, not far from here. When Zhao Ming was young, he had dreamed of becoming a legendary Warlock capable of slaughtering dragons, with his fame spreading throughout the Durando Subcontinent. Only after growing up did he learn that Warlocks were powerful and mysterious beings. For a minor noble like him, even meeting a Warlock was nearly impossible, much less becoming a noble and powerful Warlock himself.

After Zhao Jiang grew up, his dream became cultivating his Lineage's Thunder Ox Skill until he advanced to become a Knight, earning one thousand Gold Coins, and handing them over to the Fein Deluo Principality to preserve the Zhao Lineage's baronial title.

However, advancing to become a Knight was not so simple. Zhao Jiang had painstakingly cultivated the Thunder Ox Skill since childhood, yet he was still only an Intermediate Warrior. Who knew how long it would take before he could become a Knight?

A gleam flashed through Yang Feng's eyes. "This identity isn't bad! Western medieval nobles are practically local emperors within their own fiefs, able to do as they please. No. 3796, I remember there are many kinds of transformation equipment. Given our current circumstances, which one offers the best value?"

"Injecting Nano Transformation Robots requires 50 Kun of energy. The benefit is that you can freely alter your body, transforming into anyone's appearance, height, and voice. A Transformation Mask requires 1 Kun of energy and can perfectly alter the face and voice."

Yang Feng checked No. 3796's stored energy and discovered that it had only 34 Kun remaining. Once it ran out of energy, No. 3796 would have to replenish itself by absorbing solar energy from sunlight, and it would take a great deal of time to recover all its power.

Yang Feng thought for a moment. "I'm about the same height as him, so let's get a Transformation Mask."

"Yes, Master!" No. 3796 extended its right hand. A suction force surged from its palm, drawing countless tiny iron grains and various small minerals from the ground into its hand. They condensed into a mass, then twisted and transformed into a mask as thin as silkworm thread.

Yang Feng put the mask over his face. His features twisted, and within a single breath, he transformed into Zhao Jiang's appearance.

"Burn him."

After stripping Zhao Jiang's clothes and putting them on, Yang Feng glanced at Zhao Jiang's corpse and spoke indifferently.

"Yes, Master!"

No. 3796's right hand instantly transformed into a Flame Thrower, spraying out a long jet of fire that engulfed Zhao Jiang's corpse. Roaring flames flared up and swallowed the body whole.

"Zhao Jiang, I'll borrow this identity of yours for now. In exchange, if avenging you isn't too troublesome, I'll take care of it for you as well." Yang Feng watched Zhao Jiang's corpse burn in the flames and spoke calmly.

"Let's go!" After Yang Feng watched Zhao Jiang's corpse turn to ashes, he turned and headed toward Red Leaf Town with No. 3976.

Red Leaf Town was a small town filled with the style of the Western Middle Ages. Its roads were uneven tracks of rotten mud, littered everywhere with the dung of livestock such as chickens, ducks, cattle, and horses. The town's houses were all dilapidated and shabby, worse even than many of China's new rural villages.

Everyone in the town wore tattered old clothes and had sallow, gaunt faces. Most were black-haired, black-eyed Easterners, while blond-haired, blue-eyed Westerners were comparatively few.

The Durando Subcontinent was a continent dominated by white people, while black-haired, black-eyed Easterners belonged to an oppressed people at the bottom of society. After Zhao Jiang's ancestor crossed the seas to reach the Durando Subcontinent, he earned the title of Baron only after rendering countless outstanding services to the first king of the Fein Deluo Principality as a Grand Knight. He then led a large number of black-haired, black-eyed, yellow-skinned Easterners to reclaim the wilderness. After three generations of effort, they finally established the small town of Red Leaf Town. Most of Red Leaf Town's residents were Easterners as well, giving Yang Feng a strange feeling as though time and space had become muddled.

"Master, thank heavens, you've finally returned!" The moment Yang Feng entered Red Leaf Fort, an elderly man with white hair and beard, around fifty or sixty years old and dressed in a steward's uniform, hurried forward and said.

Yang Feng took off his coat, handed it to the old man, and asked, "Steward Liu, how much money does our Lineage currently have?"

Steward Liu was an old servant who had served two generations of Barons at Red Leaf Fort. No one knew Red Leaf Fort's finances better than he did.

Steward Liu thought for a moment. "Master, we currently have 456 Gold Coins."

On the Durando Subcontinent, one Gold Coin could be exchanged for twenty Silver Coins or two thousand Copper Coins. Four hundred and fifty-six Gold Coins was already a vast sum.

Yang Feng said, "Keep one hundred Gold Coins for emergencies. Use all the rest to buy iron ore immediately! Have it transported back as soon as possible. I have an important use for it."

Steward Liu was startled and said cautiously, "Master, Red Leaf Town produces no iron ore. We would have to purchase it from nearby Black Rock Town. Baron Kirov of Black Rock Town is our Lineage's mortal enemy. If he sees us buying iron ore in large quantities, he will certainly raise its price drastically. That would be very disadvantageous to us! Why not go to Giant Stone City and seek out other ore merchants to buy ore from them?"

"Baron Kirov?" Yang Feng carefully searched through Zhao Jiang's memories and quickly found the name.

Baron Kirov was one of Viscount Helu, the lord of Giant Stone City's dogs. With Viscount Helu's assistance, he had constantly used every conceivable method to encroach upon the Zhao Lineage's territory. He was the Zhao Lineage's most vicious enemy. Zhao Jiang's death was exceedingly strange, and Yang Feng guessed that Baron Kirov was definitely one of the prime suspects.

"Interesting!" Yang Feng's lips curved slightly, and an excited glint flashed through his eyes. "Baron Kirov seems to run a usury business as well. Send someone to contact him. Tell him I have taken a fancy to Miss Qian Qian of Giant Stone City and wish to redeem her. Use my territory of Red Leaf Town as collateral and borrow five thousand Gold Coins from him."

Steward Liu was horrified and hurriedly advised, "Master, Baron Kirov is a vicious wolf that eats people without blinking! His monthly interest is as high as four percent, and the interest compounds upon itself. We could never repay even the interest on those five thousand Gold Coins. When the time comes, Baron Kirov will seize the foundation of Red Leaf Town!"

Zhao Feng's face darkened. "I have my own plans. Go do it."

In an instant, Steward Liu seemed to have aged more than ten years. With a long sigh, he bowed and left the room. "Yes, Master!"