Strange clothing store (1)

Following the woman through the threshold, a long corridor appeared in front of them. Drogo was initially surprised but then realized that it made sense for the lobby of a clothing store not to be built next to a bedroom. However, the long corridor only piqued Drogo's curiosity further. He couldn't help but look at the woman with the knife and the ample behind in front of him, wondering what kind of person could own such a peculiar place.

"I'm not a piece of clothing, stop staring at me," the woman said.

"Uh...sorry," Drogo replied, feeling a bead of sweat roll down his forehead. He was surprised at how perceptive the woman was, even able to sense his gaze. But her brazen attitude was definitely unique.

Lost in thought, they finally reached the end of the corridor. As the woman opened the door, a delightful aroma rushed into their nostrils.

"Could it be... Dream Butterfly Fragrance?" Drogo asked.

Dream Butterfly was not actually a type of butterfly but an extremely rare flower that emitted a powerful yet comforting and even joyful fragrance. It had been extinct for centuries, but extracts of its fragrance remained. Even so, it was a highly sought-after and rare commodity.

"You can smell the Dream Butterfly Fragrance? You're quite knowledgeable," the woman said.

Drogo smiled awkwardly, knowing full well that he had no knowledge of Dream Butterfly Fragrance. It was just one of the memories that he had inherited from Matthew.

"Anyway, feel free to look around. Just let me know when you've picked a style. I still have to continue cooking," the woman said as she walked away with her large knife.

Drogo finally realized that she had been cooking all along, hence the kitchen knife.

As soon as the woman left, Drogo and Elaine pounced on the clothes hanging on the wall. They had been running around naked in the forest for several days, so having something to cover themselves with was a relief, even if it was just the outer skins of poison arrows. Elaine, on the other hand, was a naturally fashionable young girl who had been wearing the same clothes for who knows how long, and couldn't resist the allure of new clothes.

The clothing stores in this world didn't have the kind of clothing racks used to display clothes, instead all the clothes for sale were simply hung on the walls for customers to select from.

This store was no exception, but unlike other places, there were only a few items displayed on the wall, clearly going for a high-end boutique feel.

"Wow, this one is so pretty."

"Wow, this one is also very pretty."

"Wow, this one is even more pretty."

"Wow..."

Watching the little girl exclaim in excitement, Drogo couldn't help but laugh. Even he wasn't quite sure why he felt happy when he saw the little girl happy.

"Could it be... love? Uh..."

Drogo shuddered at the thought that popped up in his mind, realizing that he was truly evil.

Compared to Elaine, Drogo's behavior towards the shelf was more restrained, at least he didn't use magic to speed up his selection...

Looking at one item after another, Drogo's face gradually became solemn. It was just professional habit, he couldn't help but comment on the workmanship of these clothes.

Drogo found that the workmanship of these clothes was top-notch, even comparable to some of the tailors he had encountered before. Even the skill demonstrated in some of the stitching details was enough to amaze Drogo.

Not only was the workmanship excellent, but the materials used for these clothes were also extraordinary. Just looking at the six pieces in front of him, Drogo discovered two extremely rare and precious materials: wood silk and thunder sheep wool.

"Not simple, really not simple."

Before coming here, Drogo just had the intention of finding a random piece of clothing to wear. However, he increasingly discovered the strangeness of this clothing store, and coupled with the eccentric appearance of the owner, Drogo's curiosity and anticipation grew stronger and stronger.

Now that he really sees it, Drogo feels an unexpected surprise. Seeing these clothes, he actually feels like he is appreciating the works of a famous artist.

In such a small border town, just entering a clothing store at random, he unexpectedly encounters such excellent works. Drogo cannot help but be surprised.

"The material and workmanship are impeccable, absolutely impeccable. But this style..."

Drogo shook his head. It was the same as in Matthew's memory. The fashion style in this world has remained unchanged for thousands of years, just as outdated. It's no different here, clearly the concept of innovation has not yet emerged.

"Have you made your selection?"

At the same time as the rough voice came, the formidable woman's figure appeared again on the other side of the room. Seeing that the other party no longer had a kitchen knife in her hand and had changed into a set of clothes, Drogo realized that he had only been focused on appreciating and commenting on these clothes and had not paid attention to the time.

"Um, I've made my selection. Just this one."

Drogo pointed to a standard noble short coat. There was no way, even if his original idea was to dress up as a little maid's attendant, there were simply no such clothes in this clothing store. And among these clothes, this style was the only one he still found acceptable.

The little maid on the other side had also long since made her selection of her favorite styles, holding a large pile of clothes in her hands, making Drogo stunned.

"Uh...it seems like you've made your selection too."

Wow, that was a lot. The little maid had almost taken all the clothes off the two walls, leaving only one or two lonely ones floating on top.

The little maid's face was red, and she shyly said, "I think they're all pretty, so I just..."

"If you like them, just get them all," Drogo laughed heartily, waving his big hand. Although he himself was not very satisfied, being able to bid farewell to armor had already put him in a good mood. Of course, he would fulfill the little maid's request.