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The Strongest Necromancer in a World of Magic

After an accident, Drogo found himself in the magical world and inherited the legacy of a necromancer. Was it destiny or a coincidence? "Underworld general! My bodyguards!" "Princess! Come over here and massage my shoulders!" How did he grow into a world-renowned necromancer? A legend is about to unfold.

MoonTreeBA · Fantasie
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64 Chs

Strange clothing store (2)

Taking off the piece he had chosen, Drogo approached the female shop owner amidst the pile of clothes in the little girl's hands. He felt a bit strange as this clothing store was not small, yet there was not even a clerk present. The only shop owner did not even come forward to offer any help, they were completely on their own.

"Have you made your choice? One men's clothing and twelve women's, a total of 1,300 gold coins. Pay up and get out!"

Pay up and get out? Drogo was once again stunned by this fierce woman. Others in the business would go to great lengths to please their customers, but this woman was fierce to the point of chasing them away. He couldn't believe there were people doing business like this...

Moreover, 1,300 gold coins for thirteen pieces of clothing averaged out to 100 gold coins per piece. One gold coin was enough to cover the expenses of an average family for half a year, and now the two of them had selected several pieces of clothing, which was equivalent to over 700 years of living expenses for a family... This was simply robbing people blind.

The woman's eyes narrowed, her thick eyebrows and big eyes turning into a seam as she stared at Drogo and the little girl, clearly saying, "Can't afford to pay?"

1,300 gold coins was indeed a lot of money, even ordinary nobles would not be willing to take out so much at once. When Drogo first arrived in the King's Forest, he couldn't afford it either, but now it was different. There was a small mountain of gold coins in Drogo's ring, and 1,300 was just a drop in the bucket.

Drogo grinned at the woman's gaze, his hand flipping over to land on the counter. When he raised it again, a small pile of gold coins had already appeared in his palm.

"1,300, check it out, boss."

A glint flashed in the woman's eyes, and she didn't even bother to count. She was already sure that the small pile of gold coins was indeed 1,300, not one more or one less.

"Very well, the door is over there, you can leave on your own."

Most people would be stunned at the sight of thirteen hundred gold coins, but the woman just glanced at them without any reaction. It seemed like she wasn't surprised at all that Drogo and his group had so much money, and that these gold coins held no attraction for her, much like garbage.

"What a strange woman," Drogo thought to himself, but he didn't move to leave as she had suggested.

With a joyful yet questioning look from Elaine, Drogo smiled and asked, "Do you only sell coats here, boss?"

The woman was briefly taken aback by Drogo's question, but then burst into a rough and hearty laugh. The little girl next to her was also taken aback, and her face turned red in an instant.

She understood what Drogo was asking for - one can't just wear a coat and nothing else underneath. Of course, one had to wear at least two pieces of undergarments. And the way Drogo asked for it, the little girl knew it was for her, which made her feel embarrassed.

"Haha, we do have them. Go pick them out yourselves over there. But they cost money too, 100 gold coins for each piece."

"Damn!" Drogo rolled his eyes. Even undergarments cost 100 gold coins each at this shop. They might as well call it the Hundred Gold Coins Shop. No, it should be called the Worship of Money Shop - it was truly a gold-digging place.

This time, Elaine was very quick. Before Drogo could even see what cute little intimate clothes the little girl had picked out, the woman had already firmly held this new addition in her arms.

But there was a corner that the little arm couldn't cover, and it caught Drogo's eye. "Oh! It's pink!"

"Drogo..." The little girl's head hung low, almost buried in her chest. She was so embarrassed that she didn't know what to do, but the woman's booming voice rescued her.

"Add six more, six hundred gold coins."

"Uh..." Drogo obediently took out six hundred gold coins. He thought to himself that even the smallest little girl was still a woman, as she had just bought three sets of undergarments without hesitation.

"Put it in here and welcome back again."

Just as Drogo was about to put the large bundle of clothes he had exchanged for 1,900 gold coins into his ring, the woman finally spoke a normal sentence and pulled out a leather suitcase.

The suitcase was also exquisite, and on its own, it would be valuable. However, compared to 1,900 gold coins, it was nothing. Drogo, of course, did not refuse and reached out to take it.

"Boss, do you have a clothing alteration service?"

In this world, clothing stores are usually run by tailors, and in general, customers pick out the clothes that fit them best. However, there are always some customers with special body shapes or special requirements who need the tailors to make adjustments.

Unexpectedly, the woman shook her head decisively and said, "No."

"Um, can you be any weirder?"

Drogo said this in his mind. Since the other party said there was none, he couldn't force it.

Seeing that the other party had taken the money and had no intention of continuing to provide service, Drogo also didn't want to be rude. From the beginning, he had a strange feeling about coming here, and he couldn't wait to leave.

After politely saying goodbye to the fierce woman, Drogo and Elaine quickly left the clothing store. This time, they left through the front door, which was the real entrance, unlike the back door pointed out by the old man earlier.

Just as the two were walking out of the clothing store, another group of people was walking in. The two groups brushed shoulders.

"Stop!"

Drogo frowned, the voice was not only rude, but also full of murderous intent!