Wildness and Masks

It must be said, the efficiency of the Church of Dawn is indeed high.

In no time, they found Ogre some relatively fitting clothes, even including some cosmetics.

It was a standard hunter-ranger outfit for men, complete with a bow and quiver.

This was exactly to Ogre's liking.

The previous outfit was a bit too flashy, making him look like a noble lady.

This hunter attire was just right, giving off a slightly threatening appearance from a distance, which was ideal.

It wouldn't be too eye-catching, nor would it make him look like an easy target.

"Do you need me to help you change, or...?"

The young female attendant unconsciously changed her address to a more respectful one, as her gaze fell on the silver emblem Ogre had just placed on the table.

"No need, I can do it myself. You can leave now," Ogre said softly.

"Yes." The young female attendant turned to leave.

As she reached the door, Ogre's voice came through, "Wait a moment."

"Is there anything else, Cleric Geling?" The young female attendant turned her head.

"Could you please prepare a pair of gloves for me?" Ogre looked at his own beautiful hands and said.

"Alright."

The young female attendant nodded and then left the room, closing the door.

"Phew... finally, I can change back."

Ogre immediately took off the inconvenient clothes and began changing.

...

"That's basically how it went..."

Macal explained the recent events to the gray-robed priest as he walked out of the side hall.

"So that's how it is... Unfortunately, I have to stay here and can't escort you, but I can arrange some guards for you," the gray-robed priest suggested.

"No need, that would make us too conspicuous with little benefit. I just want to quickly escort Miss Geling and the items left by Great Cleric Fra," Macal declined the priest's offer, as he only needed a fast enough mount.

"Well, take this then." The gray-robed priest handed Macal a cross: "This miraculous item can temporarily cast three healing and three shield spells."

"Alright, thank you." Macal accepted the priest's help without hesitation.

At this moment, the magic-blooded horse he had requested earlier was also brought up by the young female attendant.

This magic-blooded horse was primarily pitch-black, and unlike regular demon horses, it had scales of non-equine demon beasts on its body, and its mouth revealed the fangs of a carnivorous creature—this was a demon horse with drake blood flowing through it.