After seeing the attributes of this equipment, Zhou Huai's eyes lit up.

As expected of a legendary equipment.

This thing was practically tailor-made for his trip to Sakura Country.

He raised his head, his gaze intensely fixed on Wei Liao.

The meaning in his eyes was self-evident.

Wei Liao did not answer immediately.

He turned his head, looking inquiringly at Marshal Zhao behind the desk.

A faint smile appeared on Marshal Zhao's fatigued face.

He nodded gently at Wei Liao.

"Let him try it."

"This equipment is just gathering dust in the treasury; its true value lies in being put to use."

With Marshal Zhao's permission, Wei Liao no longer hesitated.

He pushed the rosewood box in his hand forward, his voice regaining the capable tone befitting an intelligence chief.

"Just wear the token on your chest."

"Then, just think of the target you want to impersonate in your mind."

Zhou Huai nodded.

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

The token felt cool in his hand, with a smooth texture, like an ancient jade polished for a thousand years.

On the blank mask, countless faces seemed to flow and change unpredictably.

Zhou Huai did not hesitate, placing the token on the chest of Gandalf's magic robe.

He slowly closed his eyes.

The ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) weathered yet majestic face in his mind gradually became clear.

From the greying temples to the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and then to those deep, starry tiger eyes.

Every detail was precisely replicated.

The next second.

The token worn on Gandalf's chest suddenly lit up with a soft, silvery-white glow.

The light was not dazzling; instead, it seemed alive, transforming into countless fine strands of light that quickly spread along the robe's patterns.

The light strands wove into a net, completely enveloping Gandalf's entire body.

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

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

Bones made faint "cracking" sounds.

His originally tall stature seemed to stoop slightly, yet it appeared even more steady and mountain-like.

The skin's texture rapidly changed under the flowing light, becoming rougher, looser, full of the marks left by time.

His black hair also shortened at a visible speed, becoming grey and sparse.

Even the loose star moon magic robe on his body twisted and deformed under the light's reshaping, finally transforming into a neat, dark green military uniform with general's stars on the shoulders.

The entire process took only a few seconds.

When all the light receded.

After the white light, standing in the center of the office was no longer the mysterious and powerful Forbidden Spell Mage.

Instead, it was an Old General with a slightly stooped figure, tired eyes, yet still exuding unyielding authority.

"Clatter!"

The rosewood box in Wei Liao's hand fell to the floor with a thud.

He stood frozen as if struck by lightning, his face drained of color.

His eyes, hidden behind black-rimmed glasses, were wide and filled with extreme shock and disbelief.

Because the person standing before him was none other than...

Marshal Marshal Zhao, the Marshal of Great Xia Country, whom he had served for half his life, currently behind the desk!

For a moment, in this small office, there appeared two identical Marshal Zhaos! 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

Whether it was their appearance, stature, or the steady aura of one long in a high position, they were all exactly alike!

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

He wouldn't have been able to distinguish which was real and which was fake!

Zhou Huai smiled.

He controlled this brand-new body, stretching his limbs.

Then, he slowly spoke, his voice hoarse, deep, and carrying an undeniable authority.

"How is it?"

"Can you tell any difference?"

Wei Liao's Adam's apple bobbed violently, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Similar!

Too similar!

Even the tone of voice was no different from the Marshal himself!

Behind the desk, the real Marshal Zhao was also slightly stunned at seeing another version of himself.

Immediately, a look of satisfaction appeared on his serious face.

He slowly stood up, walked around the desk, and approached Zhou Huai.

The Old General reached out, patted Zhou Huai's shoulder, and then felt the fabric of the military uniform.

He nodded.

"Not bad, not bad."

"It's exactly like me."

Wei Liao wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and quickly bent down to pick up the wooden box from the floor.

He forced a smile that was uglier than crying, his voice trembling slightly.

"This... this equipment, we've experimented with it many times, it's naturally flawless, rest assured."

Looking at the two Marshals with equally terrifying auras before him, he felt as if his heart was about to leap out of his throat.

"Um... you can... change back now."

"Having two Marshal Zhaos at once, I... I feel a bit too much pressure."

As soon as these words were spoken, they immediately drew hearty laughter from both Marshal Zhaos.

Their laughter was identical, even the curve of their lips was precisely the same.

Wei Liao stood rooted to the spot, feeling his scalp tingle.

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

With a thought from Zhou Huai, a flash of white light appeared.

He reverted to Gandalf's original appearance.

Rubbing the warm token on his chest, Zhou Huai's face showed satisfaction.

"With this token of the faceless, infiltrating Tokyo City should not be a problem this time."

Wei Liao immediately poured cold water on his enthusiasm.

"Getting one person in is indeed no problem."

His ordinary face was etched with solemnity.

"But the problem is, even if a spy successfully infiltrates, it won't have much of an effect."

"Unless..."

At this point, Wei Liao paused himself.

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

A seemingly absurd, yet incredibly bold thought, uncontrollably popped into his mind.

Unless Marshal Zhao personally took action.

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

But upon closer consideration, this seemingly unconventional strategy didn't seem entirely unfeasible.

The Marshal personally going undercover into Tokyo City.

The Sakura Country people would never expect it.

Perhaps, it could truly have a miraculous effect.

Marshal Zhao seemed to have read his mind, his deep tiger eyes narrowing slightly.

"Don't even think about trying to get me involved."

Upon hearing this, Wei Liao quickly composed himself, forcing a smile that was uglier than crying.

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

Marshal Zhao snorted coldly, no longer paying him attention.

He pointed at Gandalf opposite him and spoke in a deep voice to Wei Liao.

"Let me officially introduce him."

"This is Gandalf, an SS-Class Forbidden Spell Master."

"He will undertake this infiltration mission into Sakura Country."