In the Armand manor, Lind had already changed into a long robe, his burly figure elongated by the narrow style of the noble attire.
He looked like a nobleman with not a shred of martial ability.
The loose-fitting robe could give people some illusions.
As the crow landed on the window, Lind gestured with his hand for the butler to leave.
"My lord," the crow transformed into a red nun, who couldn't help but give Lind a few extra glances.
This man, who was rumored among the common folk as a "walking god," never cared much for his attire; he preferred armor over elaborate robes.
He was always adorned with various pieces of equipment, each potentially deadly.
And this style, as far as the Red Nun knew, was similar to a large number of the undead, who called it "stats over looks."
When there was nothing to do, one could dress flamboyantly for amusement, but when it came to battle, who cared about looking good? Surely, they'd wear whatever equipment had the highest attributes.