The next morning, after breakfast, Keya led me to a room at the very back.
Since arriving here, besides the group I led out daily to hunt for food, the rest of the people remained in the cave, working day and night to build shelters.
The small room Keya brought me into was just like that. Though not large, it was sufficient to be damp-proof and windproof.
The room was filled with many things, packed tightly. The moment I entered, a mask among them immediately caught my eye.
The mask had an ancient texture, neither gold nor wood, as if carved from some kind of stone.
It was palm-sized, only enough to cover the upper half of a face, and carved with a black bird, along with a few faint scratches.
Keya walked forward a few steps and picked the mask up from a pile of杂物, gently dusting it off. Her expression was somewhat complex.
"Master, what do you think of this mask?"
I took the mask from Keya’s hand. The moment I held it, I felt a cool touch.
This thing is extraordinary!
I gently ran my fingers over the patterns and looked at it from the back.
Whether it was my imagination or not, after I held the mask, my previously somewhat dull mind suddenly felt invigorated, and my heart calmed down.
"Keya, is there anything special about this mask?"
Keya blinked her charming large eyes, a hint of a smile flashing within them.
"Master, this mask is now considered one of the few treasures in the tribe."
"It is said that a long time ago, the great shaman entrusted a craftsman favored by the spirits to meticulously craft it. It is also said to possess strange abilities."
"The great shaman also taught me how to use a special ointment to alter a person's appearance. If you wear this mask with it, Master, you will surely be able to infiltrate the Duan Tribe!"
I listened to Keya's explanation while continuously examining the mask in my hand.
The Kasa Tribe, worthy of being a wild tribe that had existed for thousands of years, still retained many treasures even at the brink of annihilation.
Not only the mask in my hand, but more importantly, the ointment that Keya mentioned could alter a person's face.
If this thing possessed even 1% of the efficacy Keya claimed, it would cause a frenzy outside!
Achieving a few small goals would be as easy as pie.
"Keya, how do I look with it on?"
I gently placed the mask on my face, covering the upper half. My naturally imposing aura was now imbued with a touch of mystery.
"Master, it’s perfect!"
After I put on the mask, Keya stared intently at my face as if her soul had been captivated.
It wasn't until I called her name that she snapped back to reality, her cheeks flushing as she turned back to rummage through the杂物 for something.
Seeing Keya searching, I casually took out a mirror from my pocket to look at myself. I was immediately struck by my own handsomeness.
Beneath the mask, which already had a mysterious aura, shone a pair of bright, spirited eyes. It was as if a special magic emanated from them, drawing one in.
Damn, I'm too handsome!
I suddenly thought of the ancient Prince Lanling. Legend has it that Prince Lanling, Gao Changgong, was so beautiful that when he became a military commander, his generals did not obey him.
In desperation, he wore a specially made iron mask in every battle to conceal his appearance.
My situation now was the exact opposite. I was originally as plain as Gu Tianle, but now, if I had a tail, I could cosplay as Daji and bring ruin to the nation!
"Master, I'll disguise you now, don't move!"
Keya finally pulled out a clay pot from the杂物. Upon opening it, it contained lumps of dull gray solid.
Keya gently removed the mask from my face and began applying the dull gray solids to my face.
I closed my eyes and let Keya work on my face. After a while, I heard Keya declare her task complete.
When I opened my eyes again and looked in the mirror, the person reflected had a completely different face!
I originally had a standard oval face, but I don't know how Keya managed it; it had transformed into a square face, with several scars near the eyes. It looked intimidating at first glance.
I looked at the clay pot in Keya's hand, and a sense of longing suddenly arose within me.
If this could be obtained and taken outside, I would truly become rich!
This thought flashed through my mind, and then I cautiously touched my cheek. Apart from feeling slightly sticky, there was no other discomfort.
"Keya, how long does this stuff last?"
My heart filled with excitement. Now, the seemingly fantastical plan of infiltrating the Duan Tribe was actually step by step coming to fruition!