After inspecting the attributes of this equipment,

Zhou Huai's eyes lit up.

As expected of legendary equipment.

This item was tailor-made for his trip to Sakura Country this time.

He raised his head and looked intently at Wei Liao.

The meaning in that gaze was self-evident.

Wei Liao did not answer immediately.

He turned his head and looked inquiringly at Zhao Qingcang behind the desk.

A faint smile appeared on the fatigued face of Zhao Qingcang.

He nodded gently at Wei Liao.

"Let him try."

"This equipment would just gather dust in the treasury anyway; being able to put it to use is its true value."

Having obtained the marshal's permission, Wei Liao hesitated no longer.

He pushed the sandalwood box in his hand forward a bit, and his voice resumed the capability expected of an intelligence head.

"Just wear the badge on your chest."

"Then think of the target you want to disguise as in your heart."

Zhou Huai nodded.

He controlled Gandalf to take out the 【token of the faceless】 from the wooden box.

The badge felt icy cold in his hand, yet its touch was warm and smooth, like an ancient piece of jade polished for thousands of years.

On that blank mask, countless faces seemed to be flowing and shifting constantly.

Without hesitation, Zhou Huai pinned the badge onto the chest of Gandalf's Star-Moon Robe.

He slowly closed his eyes.

That weather-beaten yet still majestic face in his mind gradually emerged clearly.

From the grey temples to the wrinkles at the corners of the eyes, and then to those tiger-like eyes as deep as the starry sky.

Every single detail was precisely replicated.

The next second,

the badge pinned to Gandalf's chest suddenly lit up with a soft silvery-white glow.

That light was not dazzling at all; instead, it seemed to have a life of its own, turning into countless slender rays of light that rapidly spread along the texture of the robe.

The light threads intertwined into a net, completely wrapping Gandalf's entire body.

Wei Liao subconsciously held his breath, staring unblinkingly at the bizarre scene before him.

He saw that within the light, Gandalf's tall figure was undergoing visible changes to the naked eye.

His bones emitted a subtle "crackling" sound.

His originally upright body seemed to hunch slightly, yet it appeared even more steady like a mountain.

The texture of his skin rapidly changed under the circulation of the light, becoming rough, slack, and filled with the traces left by the years.

His head of black hair also shortened at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning grey and sparse.

Even the wide Star-Moon Robe on his body was distorted and deformed under the reshaping of the light, ultimately transforming into a crisp dark green military uniform with general stars on the shoulders.

The entire process took only a few short seconds.

When all the light completely receded,

after the white light passed, standing in the center of the office was no longer that mysterious and powerful Forbidden Spell Mage,

but an Old General with a slightly hunched figure, a weary gaze, but still majestic without being angry.

"Clatter!"

The sandalwood box in Wei Liao's hand dropped to the ground in response.

He was as if struck by a bolt of lightning, freezing in place with all the color draining from his face.

The eyes hidden behind the black-rimmed glasses widened completely, filled with extreme shock and disbelief.

Just because the person standing in front of him at this moment was none other than

the Great Xia Nation Marshal he had sworn allegiance to for half his life, Zhao Qingcang, sitting right behind the desk!

For a moment, two identical Marshal Zhaos unexpectedly appeared in this small office!

Whether it was their appearance, figure, or that steady aura of one who had long held a high position, they were simply identical!

If he hadn't witnessed the entire transformation process with his own eyes,

he wouldn't have been able to tell which one was real and which was fake at all!

Zhou Huai smiled.

He controlled this brand-new body and stretched his muscles and bones a little.

Then, he slowly spoke, his voice hoarse, low, and carrying an unquestionable majesty.

"How is it?"

"Can you tell if there is any difference?"

Wei Liao's Adam's apple rolled heavily, but he couldn't say a single word.

So similar!

Too similar!

Even the tone of speech had no difference whatsoever from the marshal himself!

Behind the desk, the real Zhao Qingcang was also slightly stunned upon seeing another himself.

Immediately, a satisfied look appeared on his stern face.

He slowly stood up, walked around the desk, and came in front of Zhou Huai.

The old man reached out, patted Zhou Huai's shoulder, and pinched the fabric of the military uniform.

He nodded.

"Not bad, not bad."

"It's simply identical to myself."

Wei Liao wiped the cold sweat oozing from his forehead and hurriedly bent down to pick up the wooden box on the ground.

He squeezed out a smile uglier than crying, his voice somewhat trembling.

"Th-This equipment has undergone multiple experiments by us, so naturally it is flawless; you can rest assured."

Looking at the two marshals with equally terrifying auras in front of him, he felt as if his heart was about to jump out of his throat.

"Um... You can... change back now."

"Two Marshal Zhaos appearing all at once... my pressure is a bit high."

As soon as these words were spoken, they immediately provoked the roaring laughter of the two Zhao Qingcangs.

That laughter was identical, and even the arc of their upturned lips was exact.

Wei Liao stood in place, feeling his scalp tingling.

He swallowed hard, feeling his worldview being ruthlessly trampled upon and then reshaped.

With a thought from Zhou Huai, white light flashed past.

He recovered into Gandalf's original appearance again.

Stroking the warm badge on his chest, a satisfied look appeared on Zhou Huai's face.

"With this token of the faceless, sneaking into Tokyo City this time shouldn't be much of a problem."

Wei Liao immediately poured a basin of cold water on the idea.

"Sneaking one person in indeed has no problem."

His unremarkable face was filled with solemnity.

"But the problem is, even if a spy can be successfully sneaked in, it won't play much of a big role."

"Unless..."

Speaking up to here, Wei Liao paused first himself.

He subconsciously glanced behind the desk at the real Marshal Zhao.

A seemingly absurd yet extremely bold thought uncontrollably popped up from his mind.

Unless Marshal Zhao personally takes action.

As soon as this thought appeared, Wei Liao himself was startled.

But upon careful thought, this seemingly unorthodox strategy didn't seem entirely impossible to operate.

The marshal personally goes undercover into Tokyo City.

The Sakura Country people would definitely never expect it.

Perhaps it might really have miraculous effects.

Zhao Qingcang seemed to see through his thoughts, his deep tiger-like eyes narrowing slightly.

"Don't you dare think of plotting against me."

Upon hearing this, Wei Liao hurriedly reined in his mind and squeezed out a smile uglier than crying.

"I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare."

Zhao Qingcang snorted coldly and ignored him further.

He reached out and pointed at Gandalf opposite, speaking in a deep voice to Wei Liao.

"Let me formally introduce."

"This is Gandalf, an SS-Rank Forbidden Spell Mage."

"He will carry out this infiltration mission of Sakura Country."