With the ability to shapeshift, Mulan would have far greater freedom of movement. Even in Dierjia, his identity would no longer constrain him so often, and he could leave Digo when the time was right.
Of course, beyond those long-term considerations, there was a more immediate concern: what was happening in the Silias Secret Realm.
"Knock, knock, knock."
"Young Master Mulan, a letter has arrived from Digo."
Old Buck's voice came from outside the room. Mulan opened the door and took the letter. Judging by the stamp on the envelope, it should have come from the Nobles' Council.
"Young Master Mulan, it's almost dinnertime. Remember to come downstairs soon."
"All right, Grandpa Buck. We're having rich meat soup tonight, aren't we?"
Old Buck went downstairs with a smile, while Mulan tore open the letter after closing the door behind him.
"The Black Castle Board? Never heard of it. It must have been established recently."
Mulan murmured to himself and read on. To his surprise, it was an appointment letter inviting him to become a member of the board.
According to the details, the Black Castle would become more diverse and open, while the Nobles' Council would gain a degree of oversight.
But in essence, Mulan thought it merely brought some of the great nobles' existing covert activities out into the open.
The nobles would no longer need to sneak around in certain matters, easing their mental burden considerably, while the Queen would be spared much of the effort of investigating and monitoring them.
The people truly affected would probably be the Service Department's staff and the students. The former would be divided into more departments, their pay subject to more assessments, and placed under the board's direct supervision.
The students, meanwhile, would be bound by more regulations and lose a