The Shepherd Alone on the Hill is a Genius Wizard-Chapter 99: Now I Have This (1)

As soon as Asiz finished his explanation, Turan immediately brought the mask to his face.

At first it felt cold and hard, but when he infused magic power it quickly changed into something lukewarm and gelatinous that clung tightly to his face.

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As he had heard, he could feel a constant drain of magic power, but it was manageable with his natural recovery rate.

"How is it?"

"You’ve aged terribly in an instant. It’s perfect."

When he spoke to Asiz, a much rougher voice came out than his original one, like metal being scraped, a deep bass.

Looking in the mirror beside him, he saw a middle-aged man with sun-darkened brown skin and impressive bushy black beard.

However, looking closely, it felt somewhat awkward since below the neck was still Turan’s relatively pale skin.

’Well, come to think of it, they did say the scars remained too...’

Of course, if it could change the body’s form too, even Solif wouldn’t have noticed anything strange.

With that level of functionality, they wouldn’t have just let it circulate for impersonating mere pirates.

At that moment, Asiz who had been quietly watching asked Turan:

"I didn’t know a beard would grow too. That’s not real, right?"

"Of course not."

Just in case, he tried pulling out a strand and the beard came out painlessly before crumbling away.

Other than that, even when running his hand over it, there was no sense of discomfort in the texture - it was truly perfect.

"Whatever its matching item might be, this alone is plenty useful."

As he was saying this, Turan felt a strange vibration resonating in his chest.

The source of that vibration was the item he always wore as a necklace - the Mimic holy relic.

"Why is this..."

"Could that be its matching item?"

Thinking about it, they did have similarities.

Starting with how the holy relic’s owner’s bloodline was called Mimic and its function was absorbing others’ magic power to recreate bloodline abilities, while the mask was also something that imitated others’ faces.

But if it was paired with an item from a god who fell asleep in the sea thousands of years ago, that would mean the mask was also a holy relic, yet its contained magic power and functions seemed too inadequate for that.

To begin with, if it was such an item, why would House Baraha be carelessly circulating it outside?

"Aren’t they too mismatched in tier?"

"Completely mismatched. The difference is like between your Guardian magic device and the magic lamp attached to it."

Before appraising the magic devices, Turan had first asked for an appraisal of the Mimic holy relic.

Until now, rather than properly understanding this item’s functions, he had been using it through trial and error experimentation.

However, after attempting the appraisal, Asiz said he absolutely could not examine this item with his skill level.

Saying that at this level, it was clearly among the highest grade of holy relics?

To properly examine it, they would probably need to ask Asiz’s mother or brother.

"That aside, if they’re a pair, what should we do? Just put them together?"

Turan tried taking off the mask and bringing it in contact with the holy relic just in case, but far from any special reaction occurring, even the earlier vibration disappeared.

It seemed to be because they weren’t being used together.

"No particular reaction."

"How about trying to inject magic power while they’re touching?"

Following Asiz’s suggestion, the moment he injected magic power into both items while they were in contact, they immediately began vibrating with a deep resonating sound.

A clear signal that anyone could understand indicated some relationship between the two.

Turan exclaimed as he felt an enormous amount of magic power draining from his fingertips.

"Yeah, this seems to be the right method."

The two vibrating items consumed Turan’s magic power with remarkable greed.

At first he thought it would stop soon, but as one minute became five, then ten, then twenty minutes, he started feeling his magic power becoming strained.

But if he stopped the magic power injection here and something went wrong with the items, wouldn’t that be too wasteful?

In the end, they even called Solif who had been playing in his room, and the three nobles together injected magic power into the resonating items.

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The sudden magic power absorption phenomenon ended only after the three of them had exhausted their magic power almost to their limits.

Turan, Solif, and Asiz all collapsed onto the large bed without any particular order.

"I’m dying of dizziness."

"Hey, if you were going to do something like this, you should have called me earlier. I was in the middle of practicing levitation magic..."

"Like I knew this would happen."

It took almost an hour for the three people lying there overcome with exhaustion and dizziness to recover their strength.

Asiz, who had his magic power drained relatively less since he joined last, put his finger to the mask and said to Turan:

"This mask... I can’t appraise it anymore. Like your necklace."

Meaning its grade as a magic device had risen tremendously.

Turan painfully got up and immediately picked up the two transformed items to observe them carefully.

The first thing that caught his eye was the change in appearance.

The translucent mask now had wave patterns engraved on it, while the holy relic had the face of a person wearing a hat with bells.

After putting on the mask while wearing the holy relic as a necklace and activating it, he could tell that not just the appearance but the functions had changed as well.

The flow of magic power wrapping around the bodies of the two nobles before him.

It was drawing some small symbols inside.

’For Asiz, a white anvil and black hammer, for Solif... white glowing hands with a fireball contained within?’

Weren’t these symbols representing their bloodlines?

Looking into his own inner self right away, Turan could tell his guess was correct.

A white cloud containing lightning surrounded by darkness, and within that darkness a single eye staring intently.

These were clearly symbols representing Arabion and Zahar.

At that moment, Asiz pointed at Turan’s face and said:

"Hey, aren’t you wearing the mask right now? Your face hasn’t changed?"

Hearing that and looking in the mirror again, he could see that despite clearly wearing the mask, there was no change to his face.

Could it be that it gained the ability to detect others’ bloodlines but lost the transformation ability?

Just as he was surprised, Turan suddenly had a realization and imagined his face changing while looking in the mirror.

Then before long, his face freely changed from Cobinus whom he had seen earlier to Asiz and Solif, and even to women like Meisa and Rida.

Asiz and Solif watching from the side widened their eyes in shock.

"Could it be...?"

"You can change it however you want now?"

Turan continued testing how much more this item could do.

Height could be adjusted five to ten centimeters, bone structure and finger proportions could be modified slightly, and skin color and voice could be changed almost freely according to imagination.

Though magic power was consumed for each of these changes, at this level it was clearly a top-tier holy relic worthy of legends.

"It seems this item was indeed a holy relic too. Our magic power was probably like a catalyst for growth or power awakening..."

Just in case, when he took off the mask, he indeed could no longer detect others’ bloodlines like before.