Seeing the Newbies appear, the two black-hearted, ruthless fellows stopped talking and headed straight over.
"What are you planning to do with that empire's strongest female general? She's no good person!"
"A fine blade. The law of the jungle is ingrained in her bones—whoever gives her war, she'll fight for them. She's very handy to use."
"Be careful the blade doesn't bite back."
"It's fine. I'm not afraid of the cold!"
The two chatted as they walked, reaching the Newbies just as their conversation ended.
The first newbie was a burly man with a crew cut. His green monk's robes looked quite convincing, though it was hard to tell whether he was a real monk or a fake one.
The second newcomer wore a white coat and gold-rimmed glasses, looking refined and scholarly. Many professionals wore white coats, but the two Dukes could tell at a glance that he worked in medicine. It couldn't be helped—they had been doctors before transmigrating, and the air about him was far too familiar.
The last newbie wore a shirt and dress pants, his face radiating the sacred solemnity of someone devoted to teaching and nurturing others. He was undeniably handsome, but his blond hair ruined the impression.
As they experienced more and more worlds, the Dukes' accumulated life experience continued to stack up, and their judgment of people became incredibly sharp. They had already figured out most of the three Newbies' identities, though they would need to merge memories first to know exactly which worlds they had transmigrated into.
The first newbie had transmigrated to a parallel Earth. The era was somewhat earlier, not yet the millennium, and he had tragically become a monk. The good news was that he had entered the monastery with his hair still intact. The original body's