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Reef sighed and adopted the same sincere and earnest tone that Sheyan used when educating the young Segimli.
"Buddy, hatred doesn't come without reason or cause, and so does love. Look at your current appearance, you will not even make the cut as a cheap Tibetan idol! You are at most 'not ugly'."
Sheyan took out a mirror for a look and glanced at Prince Legolas, whose appearance could garner envy from even beautiful females. He sighed and scratched his head, and noticed a few ragged strands from the ropes used to tie the goods they delivered earlier.
Reef mercilessly continued.
"Then look at your attire."
Sheyan's current disguise was ordinary porter clothes and obviously not western suits. Excluding the stench of perspiration, the fabric of the cloth were worn out and stretched. Slapping it would cause a cloud of dust to emerge.