Chapter 127: The Model Noble

It was clearly the Swan family, yet they were being called ducks... The Silver-edged noble had no energy left to refute. He was just gasping for air, as if he planned to suck the entire world into his lungs, but all he managed to inhale was the dust raised by horses' hooves, while his face, turning the color of purple sauce, still had to bear a sycophantic smile.

Sola crawled out of the carriage, a bit dizzy and disoriented. Even now, she didn't understand what her master intended to do. She just stared with her beautiful eyes, worryingly looking at her master, who was only wrapped in a Feral Beast fur.

Rayan looked up at the sign of the tailor's shop, not waiting for the Silver-edged noble to stand up and open the door for him, instead kicking the shop door with one foot and striding boldly inside.

Behind the counter in the hall stood a man dressed impeccably, over forty, lean with some baldness, and a measuring tape hanging around his neck. Hearing the door slam against the wall, he jumped in fright, staring at Rayan.

"Who, who is it?"

As a high-end tailor, he had seen all kinds of customers, but this was the first one to come into his shop bare-bodied.

"Peasant, hurry up and bring me a robe. It's because of your negligence in Stonerock City that this young master has to endure the stares of you fools. I've had enough!"

Rayan's arrogant tone was mixed with an accent slightly foreign – this was easy for him, having learned the language of the barbarian tribes from Sola. By adding a slight twist to his pronunciation, no one could discern which country or territory the accent came from, nor could they guess his true status.

After speaking, Rayan lazily sat down in a chair, putting on a sulky face.

The high-end tailor was still not over his shock and cautiously asked, "May I know who you are..."

Rayan glared at him, "Didn't I make myself clear? Instead of fetching me clothes, you stand there probing my identity. Do you want to embarrass me?"

The high-end tailor trembled, mouth opening and closing, standing rooted to the spot.

At that moment, the Silver-edged noble moved in, leaning on the wall. The tailor, seeing him like a savior, quickly bowed to the Silver-edged noble, "My lord, your timing is perfect, here is a..."

The Silver-edged noble didn't let him finish, instead smiling broadly at Rayan and bowing, "Your Excellency, do you find this establishment satisfactory? This tailor has served the mother of the current second prince of Stonerock City. I think, he should be fitting for your status."

"The second prince's mother?"

Rayan was puzzled, wondering why the Silver-edged noble didn't simply refer to her as "the queen," but decided to not overdo his act. If he showed disdain for a tailor who served "the second prince's mother," it might seem too arrogant and difficult to manage.

He appropriately toned down the arrogance on his face, nodding solemnly, "Since he has served the second prince's mother, he certainly matches my status."

The Silver-edged noble breathed a sigh of relief, estimating Rayan's status to be just below that of a prince, but not by much.

The high-end tailor, seeing the deferential manner of the Silver-edged noble toward Rayan, and noticing the Fourth Rank Feral Beast fur around Rayan's waist, along with the female slave Sola standing aside, suddenly understood, and his attitude shifted.

"My apologies for not recognizing your Excellency's presence, such disrespect."

Rayan impatiently waved his hand, "It's nothing, just find me some proper clothing that I can wear out right now."

"Of course, no problem!"

The high-end tailor eagerly nodded, "Your Excellency, your physique is perfect, you can wear any of the noble men's clothing here. If there's any part that doesn't fit, that's my fault, and I will adjust it for you right away."

Rayan finally put on an obliging expression, but internally, watching the Silver-edged noble and the high-end tailor fawning over him, a vagrant, made him want to burst out laughing.

The rest became the tailor's nightmare. Rayan had him running back and forth fetching clothes, changing one piece after another for nearly half an hour, wearing the tailor out and filling him with silent despair.

Actually, Rayan wasn't intentionally tormenting him. Every piece of clothing in the shop was exquisitely made, and even if the craftsmanship wasn't mentioned, just the fact that he had previously worn a simple black cloth, even changing to a clean burlap sack would have been a step up.

But Rayan had to torment him. If Rayan picked clothes with a commoner's perspective, it would have raised suspicions among the tailor, who had served many dignitaries. Thus, he'd rather have the tailor treat him like a detestable noble young master.

For a commoner tailor, the offspring of nobility were one of the most devastating natural disasters, comparable to floods, tornadoes, or forest fires—the arrogant nobility, one of the four great disasters.

Caught in any of these disasters, all one could do was clench their teeth, try to minimize the damage, and pray for it to pass quickly.

The tailor knew this well; otherwise, he wouldn't have been in business for decades in Stonerock City, a city teeming with nobility.

After half an hour, even Rayan was tired of the torment. He casually pointed to a red and black noble robe, "Just this one. Although it's ugly, the material is poor, and the craftsmanship is rough, it at least has some similarities to my last piece."

Actually, he found the robe quite appealing, and he was very satisfied with it internally. Black, his favorite color, symbolized mystery, depth, and coolness, like the crow; while red represented the fire spirit element, embodying power, passion, and defiance. The contrasting colors together were like the Blood Crow Strike spirit transformed during battle, full of visual impact.

The tailor, who had already taken down this robe several times, was relieved that the noble young master finally made a decision. He complimented with a full face, "This robe suits Your Excellency perfectly, very imposing when worn!"

"It's still worse than my previous one."

Mentioning his previous clothes, Rayan deliberately furrowed his brows, "Hmph, that thieving bitch! If I catch her, I will definitely teach her a lesson!"

The Silver-edged noble immediately realized, "No wonder you were storming down the street naked, your clothes were stolen."

"Thief?"

Rayan, while trying on the clothes passed by the tailor, scoffed at Silver-edged noble, telling the story he had fabricated with a resentful tone, "No, a whore! A trickster! A robber! She first took off my clothes, tied me to the bed, claiming she wanted to play some Stonerock game. After tying me up, she took my clothes and shoes and threatened to make the female slave write a withdrawal note, or else she'd leave me naked like that."

"Did you write it?"

"Surrender to a whore?"

Rayan took off the red and black robe, handed it to the tailor for alterations, and lifted his proud head, speaking with a tone of righteousness, "I am a nobleman, how could I let a commoner trample upon my dignity?"

Then he pointed to the bulging bundle on Sola's body and his own exposed flesh, demonstrating his firm stance. "In the end, I defended the dignity of nobility with my actions! I let that bitch take my clothes and waited until the female slave found me."

"You truly are a model for all of us nobles!"

The Silver-edged noble, visibly excited, added, "But that whore is really hateful, daring to do such a thing to you—don't worry, this kind of matter can be handled by Trevor, the Black Armor Commander of Stonerock City, who is specifically responsible for the security here..."

Before the Silver-edged noble could finish his sentence, Rayan waved his hand, "Forget it, I'm a low-profile person. I don't want to stir up a storm in Stonerock City as soon as I arrive, making women and children all aware of it."

The Silver-edged noble chuckled, then quickly turned it into a cough to cover it up, "Indeed, those commoners would discuss this matter with the most sinister intentions. They would not notice your noble action of maintaining dignity without being threatened, but would instead talk about how you were tied up in a whore's bed—this matter really isn't suitable to report to the law enforcers. Given Trevor's temperament, he would definitely target you. Of course, since you trust me this much, I will definitely keep this a secret for you."

Yeah right! If something like this happened, Silver-edged noble wouldn't brag about it everywhere.

Rayan smiled indifferently, patting Silver-edged noble's shoulder, "Duck, I see you are a rather sensible noble with great prospects, too bad you're Silver-edged; we cannot be friends. However, I will be staying in Stonerock City for a while, and whenever I have the opportunity, I will naturally benefit you."

"Thank you, Your Excellency!"

Being supported by a Gold-edged noble was no small honor, and Silver-edged noble didn't feel being called "duck" was an insult anymore, but rather a kind of endearment. He trembled and said, "Your Excellency, you just said you've just arrived in Stonerock City. I take the liberty to guess, are you here for the Firebird family?"

Even though Rayan was usually composed, hearing Silver-edged noble's words, he jumped up from his chair, fists clenched tight.

"How did you know?"