In the handmade suit shop, Yager was speechless.
Of course he noticed Xio across the street and saw the trembling expression in her pupils. It was obvious that she had discovered him.
Although he did not deliberately cover up when he robbed the rich and gave to the poor yesterday, it would be a bit embarrassing to be able to recognize him with only his eyes exposed.
But that's okay.
He said hello to the shop owner who came out to greet him, with a dangerous curve on his lips.
What he said before was not a lie.
Yager had indeed been watching Hugh, through his messengers.
This messenger is not that messenger. Unlike the spiritual creatures native to the mysterious world, his messengers are a group of creatures similar to shrunken skeletons. It seems to be his own bad taste a long time ago. These little creatures all wear black wide-brimmed hats.
, which makes their faces without any flesh look cute.
Messengers can travel through their unique invisible space to deliver messages to him.
If Xio tries to tell the truth, the messenger he left behind during yesterday's meeting will notify him, and as a guide, Yager will be allowed to teleport to their same location in reality.
In other words, he could appear behind Xio at any time and execute her with one blow.
Well, this may be a little too unkind to a poor lady who was robbed while walking at night.
In fact, the messenger was not originally left for Xio. Yager just subconsciously left the messenger at most of the places he passed, allowing him to carry out teleportation within the entire Backlund area.
Hugh unfortunately became an add-on.
At most, I was threatened by a shaving hunter who suddenly appeared on the way to the Holy See.
In the handmade shop, the boss who was introducing the products did not know that the customer opposite had already completed a whole set of evil plans in his mind. He was still selling hard: "Sir, this set of retro Russell period-style coats is our best-selling quarter.
OK."
"Look at these exquisite cufflinks and patterns. They are absolutely worth the money. Do you really not want to consider getting one?"
In the bright little shop, Yager returned to reality from his thoughts and remained unmoved.
Because he saw the tag a minute ago, thirty-five pounds.
Oh, it’s more expensive than renting a house.
In addition to the two retro items displayed in the window at the door of the long shop, the wooden wall panels on both sides are also decorated with complex patterns. At first glance, it is dazzling, and only the corner at the end is pitifully decorated.
Got two classic pieces.
The high-quality white lanterns on the ceiling shine down, giving them a layer of sacred high light.
"You are right, the style of the Russell period actually has a unique flavor." Yager pursed his lips.
The smile on the boss's face gradually widened.
"So, what is the customization process for the black model over there?"
The smile froze.
"Measurement today, pickup on Sunday...Sir, are you sure?"
"Of course, it's troublesome."
"...Seven pounds, thank you for your patronage."
Yager took out nine pounds from his pocket, and in addition to the clothes, spent another two pounds to customize a matching hat and cane, and put together Backlund's workplace suit.
Nine pounds shopping, one pound rebate, the distribution is satisfactory.
The boss sighed and took out the measuring tape and opened the partition door at the end of the store: "Please come in. I need to measure your data."
The boss lamented that people are unpredictable, and took Yager into the fitting room. He threw the white measuring tape in the air hard, making a "pop" sound, then closed the wooden door casually, and began to make up and down measurements.
Arm span and waist circumference.
There was a slight gap left in the wooden door.
In the empty shop, only the gorgeous clothes were displayed alone.
As Yager's figure disappeared behind the wooden carvings, a girl sneaked in.
Forsi pretended to be shopping, looking around and pretending to peek in casually.
Hugh, you are still too naive!
Can her distracted expression be concealed from the observant Miss Fors?
Right after the abnormality appeared, Fors kept paying attention to Xio. As expected, within two minutes, Xio started to make excuses, saying that he wanted to go back to the East District and take her away from the shopping street.
Although Forsi agreed on the surface and said he would go home and write, he actually showed up at the store two minutes later.
She wanted to see what Xio was doing behind his back.
Compared with the superficial optimistic thoughts, Forsi actually has hidden worries.
The last time Xio showed this kind of expression was when he mentioned Sieglins from Sequence Six, so this time it might not be much different. If he didn't take her to escape immediately...Sequence Seven?
In order to investigate the cause of his father's death, it is not surprising that Xio was targeted by a powerful extraordinary person.
She couldn't let her friend bear the danger alone.
Forsi pretended to rub the fabric of the skirt in front of her, and her peripheral vision drifted toward the crack in the door.
The thin back of a young man could be vaguely seen through the small gap. The young man had taken off his outermost trench coat and placed it on the stool. He was wearing his shirt and measuring his arms.
Yager raised his left arm so that his boss could measure the distance from his elbow to his shoulder.
"Our fabrics are all imported from the Southern Continent. Even the nobles of Intis favor this tall and straight effect, which is both beautiful and practical."
While the store owner quickly recorded the data, he couldn't help but continue to praise his clothes.
"Yes, your clothing is outstanding in the whole of Backlund." Yager had to agree politely.
In fact, he was a little distracted in the windowless fitting room.
It's not the boss who chats awkwardly from time to time, but a lady just outside the door is looking at the clothes while poking her head.
His keen senses had long detected her presence.
It's not that I think there's any danger, it's just...
Looking at the fitting room through the crack in the door, are you too perverted?! If he hadn't just taken off his coat, he would have called the police in minutes!
Yager showed a distorted expression and fidgeted while cooperating with the measurement.
Boys should protect themselves when going out!
Even the tentacle monster is.
Look no further!!
Outside the door, Forsi, who was unaware of the young man's collapse, continued to peek.
The gap was actually not big enough to see the young man's entire face clearly, so she had to change positions from left to right to try to complete the information from multiple angles.
"You should turn around a little bit..." she muttered in a low voice.
In the narrow shop, two anxious people appeared at the same time.
"That's it." After a few minutes, the boss finally uttered words that made Yager feel relieved, and handed him a piece of paper from his pocket, "Here is the voucher. You can come to the store after Sunday and show the voucher to pick up the clothes."
"Okay, thank you very much." Yager quickly put on his windbreaker to relieve the chill on his spine from the feeling of being peeped.
The door to the fitting room was pushed open by the boss.
Inside the store, stood a girl with a salty temperament. Although her hair and skirt were quite neat, the details of the simple rubber band and lack of a corset could still be seen from the details of the care taken.
The girl's bright eyes turned as they appeared, allowing Yager to see her entire face clearly.
He is the companion of the girl who was robbed across the street.
Just don't be a weird pervert.
Yager breathed a sigh of relief and silently stopped his inner roar questioning Backlund's unfaithfulness.
Compared to Yager, who started to relax, Forsi was startled by the sudden appearance of the observation object, and almost stuttered nervously: "Well, boss... hello, what do you do with this dress?"
Sell?"
She prayed silently in her heart not to be noticed.
Fortunately, after the young man said goodbye to the boss, he looked at her strangely and left the store without paying much attention to her.
But what does that look mean?
Forsi became entangled in her heart.
"Miss? Miss?"
"Ah, what?" Forsi, who was finally brought back to his senses by the boss's voice in front of him, asked subconsciously.
"This dress costs fifty pounds. Do you need it?"
"Fifty?!"
The female voice's broken question echoed in the shop.
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Five minutes later, Forsi staggered into the alley.
"Disgusting profiteers, disgusting Backlund, disgusting capitalists!" She looked back with lingering fear, kicked away the stones in front of her, and vented her anger on the pitiful masonry road.
"Fifty for a skirt? Fifty? My profit from a book is not even a few fifty." Forsi muttered in a low voice, feeling scared that he almost lost money. "Fortunately, I didn't ruin the skirt.
"
"Oh, who did Xio offend?"
In the dark alley, Forsi suddenly stopped and remained motionless.
The girl's soft back felt the cold chill.
A short blade shining with silver light was pressed against her waist.
"Are you looking for me?"
She heard a cold male voice say.
This chapter has been completed!