Valtara Warrior (1)
Artis’s solution was to disguise Han-bin as a Valtara warrior.
Han-bin had to stop wearing his original clothes and switch them for a fur belt, shorts, and boots to execute it.
Ryu Han-bin shook his head as he looked over his own body.
“I’m not a tribal person… Do I really have to wear this?”
“What’s the problem? You won’t feel cold since it’s summer anyway.”
“No, it’s not about the temperature.”
Everyone was dressed well, but Artis wanted him to go out with his entire upper body and legs completely exposed.
“It looks weird no matter how I look at it…”
Unlike Han-bin, who was becoming more and more uncomfortable, Artis was calm.
“Don’t worry about it. Trust me.”
Han-bin did as he was told.
The solution’s results were too good for him to refuse.
It didn’t just solve their problem with the measuring stone.
“Han-bin, you can’t use other magic tools anyway.”
Due to his low level, Ryu Han-bin wasn’t capable of using Latna’s magic tools.
However, high-level hunters often carried one or two magic tools.
There would certainly be cases when people would naturally recommend using the items when they’re together.
“You can’t always tell the hunters that your level is low. They’ll find out who you are.”
Valtara warriors regarded the use of magic tools as soul corruption.
It was indeed the perfect excuse.
“I agree with your plan. I just feel uncomfortable.”
There was a reason why Ryu Han-bin felt that way.
He lived wearing a similar primitive outfit for 22 years in the past.
“Now that I could finally live like an actual human being, I can’t believe I’m forced to wear this again…”
“You just have to dress like that in front of others. Hang in there.”
Artis continued to soothe and compliment him.
“Your appearance resembles the image of a real Valtara warrior. No one will doubt you.”
He had a huge body, large muscles, and power that transcended humans.
All of those were the hallmark of Valtara warriors.
“When I first saw you, I thought you were a Valtara warrior for a moment. Of course, seeing you wearing armor, I realized you weren’t.”
“What about my race?”
“That won’t be a problem either.”
The Valtara Clan, living in the continent’s southern archipelago, were close to the Southeast Asian race on Earth.
They didn’t have the same features as Ryu Han-bin, but their appearances were still close.
Artis spoke while looking up and down at Han-bin.
“It will take a while to get copper skin.”
His skin needed to be tanned.
They had to be prepared in case they run into someone who knew ‘Eric Garoon.’
He had to change his looks as much as possible.
People would have a more difficult time identifying him if he changed the color of his skin.
Ryu Han-bin shrugged.
“I need to get a tan, then. Are there tanning drugs in this world?”
It existed.
It wasn’t for beauty like on Earth but rather was used by criminals to disguise themselves.
He drank his medicine and stayed on the roof for three days to roast himself in the sun.
There was some problem on the way.
“Ease up your strength, Han-bin. Your skin won’t burn because your defense is too high.
“I just can’t understand how my defense works. Why won’t my skin burn when I strain it?”
“How would I know? I’m not an alien.”
His skin soon became copper-colored reminiscent of a bronze statue.
After changing his appearance, the next step was to change his behavior.
“I have to act and talk like a barbarian.”
“What is barbarian-like behavior? Kaarrrh! Felard’s strong muscles will make you cry! Should I do that?”
“I don’t know where you got that nonsense from. Just follow the behavior of existing Valtara warriors.”
Despite not knowing a Valtara warrior personally, Artis knew quite a lot about the Valtara clan’s customs.
In fact, it seemed that everyone in the Latna Continent knew a lot about them.
Han-bin, who was oblivious to their existence, naturally had a lot of questions.
“Valtara warriors are extremely rare, and there are only a few of them in the entire continent. How does everyone know a lot about them?”
Artis grinned.
“Because there’s an extremely famous Valtara warrior. A legendary barbarian that made his name known throughout the continent.”
He was famous enough to have dozens of books dedicated to his life and his feats.
Artis also got most of his information from him.
“Han-bin, the name should be familiar to you.”
“I doubt it. I’ve never heard of any Valtara Warrior before.”
But he was someone he knew.
The warrior was one of the strongest four.
He was the strongest swordsman on the continent who fought against the Great Earth 33 years ago.
“Baotolt the Sword King, he is the strongest Valtara Warrior of that time.”
* * *
Artis taught Ryu Han-bin the custom and behavior of Valtara warriors as well as he could.
As soon as they entered the Guild, he asked him to destroy the measuring stone first.
“Didn’t you say those stones are expensive? Should I really do that?”
“Don’t worry about it. I still have enough money saved to afford one.”
Artis’s savings had already run out, but he still had the additional profit he gained from selling the Lich’s gold and gems.
“I don’t think we need to waste money, though.”
He wondered if he could just refuse to use the measurement stone.
Artis explained to Han-bin, who was in doubt.
“The first impression you make needs to be intense.”
The stronger the first impression of being a Valtara warrior he left, the less suspicion he would get.
Even if Ryu Han-bin exhibited strange behavior in the future, he could just attribute it to being a Valtara warrior.
“A Valtara member who’s pursuing the path of a true warrior doesn’t care much about common sense.”
“… You phrased it so well, but you simply want me to act ignorant and arrogant.”
Han-bin continued with his inquiries with a wry look.
“Should I smash every magic tool I see then?”
It seemed he didn’t need to.
“It’s just to make a strong first impression. After becoming accustomed to the customs of the continent, real Valtara warriors just look at magic tools as if they’re garbage.”
Another question suddenly came up.
“What if I meet a real Valtara warrior?”
He didn’t know where other Valtara warriors could be.
There was no law that he would never encounter other Valtara warriors.
After pondering for a moment, Artis answered.
“I think we can get over that somehow.”
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