Hearing this, Palamedes trembled all over: "Uh! Really, do you really need to take off your pants..."
"If you don't take off your pants, how can I help you mend them?" The old lady laughed vaguely from under her veil: "Why are you shy, young man? Old lady, I am indeed old enough to be your grandmother.
In my eyes, you are all just little kids."
Palamedes was silent for a while and did not answer. The big cat was actually not as young as he looked. His current appearance was the same as when he became the Emerald Knight seven years ago. He has not aged since that day.
...for various reasons.
"However, I already have two sons, who are already eighteen years old this year." Palamedes said as he carefully took off his suit pants, trying to avoid the crack in the crotch from expanding further. Take off the pants.
From then on, the big cat, whose lower body was only wearing a pair of shorts, sandwiched his legs and covered his crotch with one hand, awkwardly sitting on a small wooden stool in another corner of the room, keeping a certain distance from the old lady.
"Really? You have such a big child at such a young age. You are living a pretty happy life, young man." The woman didn't ask any more questions. She casually took Palamedes' suit and trousers and held them in her hands.
Study carefully under the slightly dim yellow light.
She wore pure black fine cloth gloves. Due to the influence of Arab culture, even the skin of her hands was not allowed to be exposed to others. However, the old woman wearing gloves still had dexterous hands. She carefully looked at the clothes on her pants.
He pointed at the damage and said: "Huh, the running movement is really big. Not only the sutures are broken, but the fabric itself is also torn."
"Is it true that it can't be repaired?" Palamedes asked slightly disappointed.
"No, it can be fixed. It will just take a little more time. Give me ten minutes."
(It can be fixed in ten minutes?...just kidding.)
I saw the old woman taking out a slender sewing kit from her handbag, and taking out extremely fine silver needles and even thinner threads. Those almost transparent threads were only one-tenth as thick as a human hair, and were so thin that they were almost invisible.
Even as the Green Knight, Palamedes, who had extraordinary eyesight, focused his attention on looking carefully under the light, and could barely see the sporadic luster reflected by the thin lines.
"What, what is this? Are you going to use this to mend my pants?" Palamedes couldn't help but asked in surprise.
"This?" The old woman threaded the thin thread into the needle with incredible skill: "This is the silk of the very rare desert magic silkworm. Such a thin thread is enough to hang a cow. Use it to mend clothes.
It’s a bit wasteful, but whatever.”
"Such precious materials------"
"It's not precious, it's just rare." The old lady shook her head: "The silk of the desert magic silkworm has become extremely difficult to process because of its super flexibility. No garment factory has ever dared to use this kind of silk thread.
For making clothes--no one even dares to weave it into thread. For rare things, if no one dares to ask for it, its value is zero."
Palamedes frowned. From the old lady's conversation and behavior, the leopard man warrior began to realize that this person was a little unusual.
No, what really makes Big Cat feel strange is the old lady's actions when repairing her pants at this moment. She is sewing the damaged fibers of clothes one by one with extremely high speed and extremely accurate stitching, so that
The originally torn cloth was "healed" bit by bit! It was indeed cloth, a dead thing. But at this moment, using the word "healing" to describe it was not an exaggeration at all! The edges of the torn and uneven cloth were actually in that kind of shape.
The extremely thin silkworm silk threads are connected to each other again!
This is not ordinary sewing. It does not use cotton thread to sew two pieces of cloth together, but to connect the thread ends to the thread ends at the fiber level of the clothing!!
What kind of magical skill is this!
No. Palamedes had only seen a similar magical skill once in Great Britain before, which was the [Hand of God] of the Knight of the Round Table Constantine. Constantine could also use extremely fine sutures to connect the patient's blood vessels and
The nerves were sewn together accurately and quickly. And now, except that the "surgery" object is a piece of cloth (a pair of pants), this old woman's [God's Hand] properties are almost the same as Constantine's [God's Hand]
!
"Grandma, what are you..." Palamedes was about to ask.
"Don't be surprised, it's just that practice makes perfect." The mysterious woman replied: "My husband used to be a tailor. During the most difficult period of life, I supported my husband by doing sewing every day.
Over time, I got used to it. At first, I used ordinary cotton thread to sew and mend clothes, but gradually I found that I could use thinner thread to mend clothes, which made the mending better and more durable. So the more I used the thread, the finer it became, and the needle
The more I use it, the finer it gets, and finally...it looks like this."
Her hands moved quickly, and she could resew every torn thread on the pants accurately. This smooth and fast movement made Paramedis dazzled for a while. The big cat began to suspect that this was
It was not his own hallucination. Maybe he fainted due to fear of heights as soon as he entered the Tianjie Restaurant, and what he saw now was just a dream?
"It's repaired." The old lady came over and handed the repaired pants back to Palamedes: "Wear them carefully this time and don't tear them again."
(And it didn’t take more than ten minutes at all. Such speed...!)
"Thank you, thank you, grandma." The Leopard Warrior was still a little confused when he took the pants, and put them on without much thought. As the mysterious grandma said, the pants had been repaired perfectly.
There is no flaw at all. Looking at the way it looks, I'm afraid even the store where I rented the clothes wouldn't be able to tell that the crotch of these pants has been torn.
"Now, you should have about seven minutes left? Hurry back and attend your dinner, young man." The old lady urged.
"Okay...Okay, then I won't be verbose and will thank you later, grandma!" Paramedes picked up his pants and walked out the door.
"No need to thank you, I'm just returning a favor to you." The old lady replied slowly: "And, I have a hunch that we will meet again soon."
The Leopard Warrior did not finish listening to the old woman's words, and his figure hastily disappeared at the end of the alley.
Less than ten seconds later, footsteps were heard outside the house. A female knight wearing light armor and black tights rushed into the house with three of her subordinates, and said in a panic: "Finally found you, Luo."
Lord Seta! It’s really worrying to be lost in an unsafe place like a slum!”
"Stop!" The old lady stretched out her hand, causing all the knights to stop: "Exit this room on the spot! Just stand in front of the door and talk to me! This is a house full of memories for my husband and I.
, you are not allowed to defile!"
"I'm sorry, Lady Rosetta." The female knights hurriedly retreated to the door, and the leading knight said: "But the man who left just now..."
"That's the guest I invited." The old lady said in a cold tone: "That young man helped me, so it's natural that he can come in------Do you have any opinions?"
"No, Lady Rosetta. But please don't run away from the guards without saying a word again! This makes it difficult for us to do our job of protecting you." The leading female knight bowed and said in a tone of voice.
Zhongliu said with a hint of blame: "Speaking of which, the scheduled dinner time is coming soon. Lady Rosetta, please prepare it as soon as possible!"
"Oh, what about that? It's not an important dinner, and it doesn't really matter whether you go or not." The old lady untied the scarf covering her upper body, "But if I don't go, the Sphinx will probably get angry."
Huhu. Let me accompany you for a while."
The "grandma" took off her hood and veil, revealing her true face.
She is not an old lady at all.
She was a woman with fair skin and a beautiful appearance. No. Even if she had been married, even if her husband had passed away, with her appearance, it would not be an exaggeration to say that she was a half-baked prostitute.
Her black hair is long and smooth, and her jet-black hair exudes a watery aura, pouring down to her chest like a waterfall. Her black pupils are large, ethereal and deep, like black gems, and like black gems.
Black pearl, in which shines the light of wisdom.
Her ears are slender and tapered at the top, which may be a little weird by human standards, but these ears silently tell the story of her nobility.
This is a dark elf. A dark elf with pure blood and noble birth.
Elves - whether they are ordinary elves (light elves) or dark elves - they all have extremely long lives, ranging from a thousand years to ten thousand years. Although this woman calls herself "grandma"
, but the years have obviously not been able to mark the traces of aging on her perfect face. Her beauty and youthfulness seem to have been fixed in her twenties and thirties. Both her figure and face are full of youthful charm.
She untied the slightly shabby robe, revealing the black luxurious evening dress hidden inside. The corseted evening dress was made of extremely fine materials, and the dark gold beads cleverly sewn on it did not look out of place on the precious fabric.
The ground weaves a low-key and elegant picture. The elastic corset effect of the evening dress makes this lady even more slender and elegant, and half-exposes her plump breasts and smooth white thighs to the public, just like the temptation of the devil.
"If possible, I would like to stay here all night." The woman stroked the table with pity, as if her husband's breath still lingered in the room: "However, business is business, and we cannot let the dead continue.
Delaying the lives of living people, am I right, dear?"
Of course, this house would not respond to her questions. No matter how warm memories it had been filled with, the house was just a cold house.
The "grandma" sighed softly, took out a small bracelet made of black jade from her handbag, carefully put it on her wrist, and then smiled confidently: "Everything is ready, let's go."
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