The next day, Fisher got up early. He cleaned up the stubble that had grown over the past few days and also used his Fluid Sword to trim his hair. This wasn't Saint Nali, and there were no professional barbers dedicated to serving people, so he had to keep things simple.
However, fortunately, Fisher's foundation was solid, and despite his awkward skills, he could still highlight his handsomeness. After tidying up his stubble and hair, he splashed some cold water on his face, washing away the fatigue from five days of engraving magic and reverted back to the decisive Nali Gentleman he used to be.
He wiped his face with the towel beside him and looked up at the mirror. He saw a middle-aged man with sparse hair, holding his hands and emotionlessly staring back at him. The man was wearing a strange robe Fisher had never seen before, similar to the Sacrificial robes he had seen among the Dragon-man Species, a tradition seemingly from the ancient era of the Dragon Court...
