<h4>Chapter 371 A Crappy Wee</h4>


    Two hours before reaching the entrance, In used Subtle Terrain Dominance to gather the moisture in the air and extract heat from it, causing it to form ayer of ice on a tree stem, bing a reflective surface.


    He stared at his appearance andmented, "This will cause some problems."


    "What will?" Wittral asked, oblivious.


    "My hair." In said and pointed at the dense strands of hair that cascaded from his head, "This is top tier in the Brimgan Empire''s beauty standard. As long as I have it, many people will pursue me."


    "Are you nning to cut it?" Wittral asked, casual in his tone.


    "No," In stared at the mirror and heaved a long breath. Whether it was his male or female mind, none wanted this. But to avoid unnecessary problems, it was best to nip the causes in the bud, "I''m going bald."


    Ignoring Wittral''s excitement in response to his statement, In activated Mystic Mist Art in full swing, causing his qualities as a Cooter nsman to take effect. With regret, he watched the beautiful locks of hair on his head fall down, strand after strand, causing him pangs of pain.


    The prettiest part of his female form was his hair, which was honestly something countless women would seethe in envy for. And now, that was no more as he stared at a shiny head that resembled an egg, desperately holding back his tears.


    Following suit were his eyshes and nose hair. That was followed by hair in his pubic regions, making him feel as if he was a pig that had been skinned to be cooked, "I dislike this feeling."


    "I…love it!" Wittral roared in excitement, his face beet red, "You''re gorgeous, now! Amita!"


    ''This fucking egg head…!'' In controlled the string of curses that almost exploded out of his mouth and heaved in deep breaths. He patted his clothes, using Subtle Terrain Domination to remove the fallen hair from the fabric.


    "Let me clean it for you." Wittral offered help, extremely happy as he gathered all the hair into a bundle and raised the temperate in it until it caught ame, happy to get rid of it. He stared at In andmented, "Now, that''s what I call an Empyrean Beauty!"


    "Screw off!" In grumbled as he kicked a tree in anger, winced in pain, and walked away. For a moment, he paused and stared at his reflection in the mirror, regretting the decision immediately. Shattering the mirror, he ran away.


    "Wait! Paint me a picture of yourself!" Wittral shouted as he chased after In, excited. From a detestable Free Human to a loveable Free Human to a Cooter nsman to a bald Cooter nsman, Wittral loved Amita Brimgan''s evolution.


    As for the Cooter n? He already ced it in the back of his mind and pursued what he wanted with a wide grin.


    Soon, the duo arrived at the Brimgan Empire''s entrance.


    Standing guard was a 2-Life Stage cultivator, donning an extravagantly useless armour. Concealed within it was his actual, practical-use armour, simple in appearance but robust in its function.


    The extravagant armour sported horns all over the ce to make it as imposing as possible. Decks of rectangr scales covered it, creating a lotus-shaped skirt that reached his knee. Held in his hand was a three-metre-long spear, golden, with intricate patterns of silver and a bunch of other colours.


    Embedded at the joint between the de and the shaft was a precious-looking gem. The design screamed wealth from top to bottom. Of course, it was useless in a battle and would shatter in a matter of seconds.


    "Stop!" The guard shouted and released his Prana, sensing the strength of the duo before him. He observed their style of clothes andmented in disdain, "Refugees from Rumtara?"


    "Y-Yes," Since Wittral sucked at acting, In took charge of ying the role. "We fled from the Rumtara Kingdom."


    "Fuck, you''re a woman?" The guard made a face of disgust upon hearing In''s voice, staring at In''s bald head as if he had seen the ugliest existence in his life.


    "Yes, I am." In nodded, taking a step forward to appear before Wittral so that the guard wouldn''t see Wittral''s fuming expression. "We havee to seek refuge here."


    "Every trash wants a spot in paradise, huh?" The guard snorted as he pointed to the side, "Go there and prove your worth. If we find you useful, you''ll be granted entry."


    "Thank you, your grace." In bowed in response and dragged Wittral with him to a simple mansion at the side. It was where the refugees disyed their worth and were judged whether they were worthy or not to be granted asylum in the Brimgan Empire.


    There were strict identification measures present in the Brimgan Empire, with the database maintained across different institutions in the Empire. Without it, one wouldn''t be deemed a citizen.


    Only citizens can purchase anything of worth in the Brimgan Empire, fromnd to even simple items like carriages.


    Through Fhoong Brimgan''s memories, In was capable of creating a fake ID, but it wouldn''t work, since that information wouldn''t be registered in the Brimgan Empire''s database. And when he purchases something, a verification would be conducted, which would prove his forgery.


    There were hundreds of information centres. It would take In decades to add his fake ID to their records, not to mention the various risks it posed. Instead of that, it was better to prove himself as a refugee and obtain a Refugee ID.


    At least through that, he had a working chance. Eventually, he could contribute enough to the Empire and get epted as a legal citizen, gaining full rights as a Brimgan Empire citizen. From that point on, he would be able to buy properties in the Empire.


    To have an easier time reaching the Attribute, he had to purchase a certain house in Fentan City. Therefore, it was best to make his way in legally.


    "Your name?" A grumpy middle-aged man sat in the mansion. The interior of the mansion was merely arge hall filled with a bunch of items, ranging from simple merchandise such as food grains to expensive Spirit Weapons.


    "Amita," In said.


    "Is your mouth sealed shut or something?" The grumpy middle-aged man stared at Wittral with a mocking gaze, "Name?"


    "…Wittral," Wittral said through clenched teeth.


    "Such ego for a pathetic refugee." The grumpy middle-aged man snorted and noted down the details. He then pointed at the wares, "Go ahead, show me what you can do. If it''scking, I''m kicking you out."


    ''Tch!'' Wittral had never been disrespected like this by a mere Free Human. Even with his pitiful Prana, he had the confidence to wipe the floor with the middle-aged man. However, upon being red at by In, he controlled himself and arrived before a set of grains.


    He used a pestle to crush them and prepared them. Thirty minutester, he created a simple beverage.


    "Hmm…" The grumpy middle-aged man tasted it and made a note, "A brewer. That vocation is a bit rare here. Fine, you pass."


    He then stared at In and scowled, "Go ahead."


    It was taxing on his eyes to stare at a bald woman. Ignoring his expression, In painted the scene of the Lotus Range he had just witnessed and presented it.


    "Good! Despite your ugly appearances, you are both talented." The grumpy middle-aged man caused two marble ques to hover before him as he inscribed a bunch of details in it, treating it simr to the Mammoth n''s Bone Slip.


    But the information in it could never be altered once created. Such was the Skill employed by the middle-aged man. He threw the Refugee IDs to In and Wittral andmented casually, "Do your best to assimte with our culture."


    "Wee to the Brimgan Empire."