After several rounds of teleportation, Jia Xiu's group finally arrived at the checkpoint on the northwestern border of the Iris Kingdom.
To conceal their identities, everyone had undergone transformations and disguises, and with the headmaster's help, all their paperwork used false names.
After all, during the Five-School Tournament, Jia Xiu had been targeted by Devils.
Though they had no idea what had become of Belial, the King of Lies, after his spectacularly failed operation—whether he had retraced the Devil path of ascension or was off somewhere making a fortune—it never hurt to be cautious.
So Jia Xiu's public name was now Matthew.
Jia Xiu was still too rare a name, but with a slight adjustment, it became a name as commonplace as Tom or Jack.
His conspicuous black hair and black eyes had also been changed, replaced with a flamboyant head of golden hair and light brown eyes.
His assigned persona was that of a foolish rich noble student from a prestigious academy: money with nowhere to spend it, craving excitement, and thus undertaking the grand project of heading into Devil Race territory.
The Iris Kingdom's royal family all had golden hair.
Anyone with golden hair could claim their family had some blood connection to the royal line. Whether it was true or not was another matter; plenty of nobles said the same.
The others' appearances had also been carefully designed.
Mia had turned herself into a tall drow—a dark Elf race that had fallen out with most Elves in history.
After becoming a drow, Mia's first feeling was, So this is what the view is like from this height!
It was not hard to tell that although she had never said so, she truly cared about her height.
She also cared deeply about her thin Elf bloodline, so faint