"What trick?"
"Don't move for now."
Catalina was still confused when she saw a bright rainbow light projected from the red-eyed spider's gaze. The light and shadow changed, like a flashlight when taking a photo, and it was projected on her body.
Obviously she didn't notice any feeling of being wrapped or changed, but her body shape did change at this moment——
Height, body shape, eye color, hair color, and even details as subtle as knuckle thickness are included. Ed must have used this method to look like himself.
However, this disguise is not perfect - if you observe carefully in a brightly lit place, you can find that her fingers sparkle with a distorted graininess, as if she is a character who has stepped out of a film.
The less easily noticeable the part is, the more obvious the distortion will be.
"Could this... be taught to you by Your Excellency the Keeper of Secrets?" Catalina, who was still in surprise, asked, stroking her cheeks with both hands.
"Is... this?!" Ed's surprised voice came from the red-eyed spider, "How did you know?"
"Don't worry." Catalina smiled, "I just happen to know some facts and I'm just making random guesses."
"As expected of Lady Catalina, she guessed it right away." Ed praised, "I have never mentioned this to anyone, and please don't tell others."
"Don't worry, I know what's going on." Catalina nodded and promised sincerely.
Since the Keeper of Secrets can teach him the offensive deep-level spell "Secret Binding Blade" out of thin air, it is natural to teach Ed some auxiliary deep-level spells.
As for the specific "veil" secret text, most of the "veil" secret text affects the user himself. I have never heard of a deep spell that can change the appearance and characteristics of others.
It seems that the Keeper of Secrets is also training Ed to be a capable assistant. He is really far-sighted...
"Time is urgent. Start taking action when you are ready, Lady Catalina." Ed reminded.
"I see."
Catalina took a deep breath and put the waitress' mask on her face.
"bring it on……"
…
Boom, boom, boom.
Tommy used a kitchen knife to cut a small onion that was only the size of his fist. The separated skin shone with a crystal clear wisteria color.
Boom, boom, boom.
The young man with the collar around his neck banged his head on the floor. He was twisting and struggling on the ground in a useless attempt - he was today's food.
Fortunately, Tommy didn't get the big new collar. The chef rejected the management's proposal on the grounds that it affected kitchen hygiene, which made Tommy very happy.
There were only three of them (or rather two) in the kitchen at the moment, and a large banquet for dozens of people was being held outside. If it were an ordinary person, even with two extra arms, they might not be able to keep busy.
Hiss, he suddenly held back tears and sniffed sharply.
"Are you crying, Tommy?" came the master's voice.
"No, I was just... onions..."
Tommy sniffed again. He wanted to take off his mask and wipe his nose and tears, but he didn't dare to do so.
The unique pungent juice of onions does stimulate tears, but the reason for his crying is more out of fear——
Because the man cooking in front of him has six arms.
I saw two pairs of appendages with insect-like structures hanging from the armpits and shoulders of the chef's chef's apron, rapidly processing ingredients on the chopping board and stove.
"It will be better if you dip the blade in water before cutting."
The master answered his question very attentively, but Tommy's mind was not on the onions at all. He couldn't help but look at the two pairs of terrifying appendages, and he couldn't help but shed tears out of fear.
"I'm sorry, I really can't do it well..."
Tommy didn't know what to do. He wanted to kill himself with a kitchen knife - if he really had the courage to do so.
"I really can't cut it as neatly as you can."
He looked at the onion segments of different thicknesses in his hand, knowing that if such things were served, customers would definitely complain.
"It doesn't matter, you will inevitably make mistakes the first time."
The master stopped what he was doing and came over to comfort him. But this did not calm Tommy down, but made him tremble with fear.
He closed his eyes and suspected that he would be killed with a knife in the next second, and then cooked into a dish and served, just like the previous chef.
However, what he was waiting for was not a kitchen knife, but six palms folded on his thin shoulders:
"Every novice will make mistakes. If we stop moving forward because we are worried about making mistakes, then novices will never become veterans. Just leave the onion there, and I will deal with it myself later."
"Thank you," Tommy said gratefully. To be fair, the chef nicknamed 'Master' was indeed generous enough towards himself.
If the business here was not such a terrifying one, he might have sincerely followed this teacher to learn his craft for the rest of his life.
He regretted why he didn't listen to Ed and go to a missionary school, regretted why he didn't continue running errands and delivering letters to Miss Catalina, and regretted not believing in pie-in-the-sky pie, but it was already too late.
Some mistakes can be corrected, while others are not. There's no way I'm going to get out alive, he thought desperately.
"You can rest for a while, there will be more important work for you to do soon."
"I...?" Tommy asked timidly.
"Yes, leave it to you."
The master took out a butcher's knife with a blade of 20 centimeters from the knife rest. The white blade shone with an ominous cold light.
"You use this butcher knife to slit his throat and bleed."
He stretched out one-sixth of his arm and pointed at the young man lying on the ground.
