Barlow City (2)

The only indication that this was a clothing shop was the universal symbol of Dominic's clothing shop, a pair of scissors, hanging on the wall next to it, rusted and worn.

Could he find suitable clothes in such a place? Drogo felt he had no hope. But since he had come all this way, he didn't want to disappoint Elaine after all the trouble she had gone through to get him there.

Drogo carefully pushed open the door, afraid that he might push the two old wooden doors too hard and break them. Then, he stepped inside.

"Huh?" Drogo exclaimed, and Elaine's eyes widened in disbelief.

In front of them, the scene of low-quality fabrics haphazardly piled up and rough clothing casually placed, which they imagined, did not appear. Instead, they saw a magnificent hall.

The hall was simply furnished with only a table and a vase on it. But whether it was the table, the vase, or the few paintings on the wall, none of them were ordinary goods...

One moment they saw a low and dilapidated house, but stepping in felt like entering a luxurious palace. The contrast was so great that both Drogo and Elaine were stunned.

"This... is so strange!"

There were even more peculiar things that Drogo discovered in this room. He found that various magical elements were arranged in a very special and orderly way, while normally, without the guidance of a wizard, magical elements would be in a gentle but disordered state.

Not just Drogo, as a novice wizard, but Elaine by his side also felt something different. Although not as meticulous as Drogo, she could still make a rough judgment.

"Was this room constructed with magic?"

"It should be! It's clearly a small house, but now it's so big. Only spatial magic can explain it. I really don't know who built this place and how they were able to use spatial magic to such an extent."

Drogo couldn't help but be surprised. The ability to expand a small room by several times was really terrifying. If he could learn it and bring it back to his original place, he could use this skill to solve the housing difficulties of the vast population. He could even become the world's richest person or have a reputation that surpasses history. It was not impossible.

Of course, Drogo was just thinking about it. Not to mention that he didn't have such a magical ability yet, he had no clue how to get back to where he came from. Right now, the most important thing for Drogo was to find out who the owner of this shop was. Also, since this was a clothing store, why hadn't he seen a single piece of clothing?

As the two of them looked around, trying to see if they could find the owner, they heard a loud rumbling sound that shook the empty room and made their ears ring.

"Where did you two come from?" came a loud voice and the sound of footsteps, even before the person arrived. Drogo felt his eardrums ache from the noise.

"We are--" Drogo started to say, but the words got stuck in his throat. He had already been scared enough in the past few days and thought he had developed a certain level of resilience. But he was shocked to find that he couldn't even speak properly as soon as he entered the city.

A door on the other side of the room opened before them, and the person who had been speaking stepped out. The way she walked and the aura she exuded were nothing short of awe-inspiring.

The woman was about two meters tall, a head and a half taller than Drogo. It wasn't unusual for a strong person to be tall, but her waist was almost as wide as-- well, quite wide.

And most importantly, this was a middle-aged woman, holding a giant pig-killing knife in her hand...

With great strides, she reached Drogo and Elaine even before she finished speaking. The giant knife in her hand and the spittle flying from her mouth went up into the air together.

Drogo had not immediately summoned his skeleton warrior when he saw this scene, so he was already doing pretty well mentally.

"Uh, we are just passing through Barlow City, and an old man directed us here," Drogo said.

The middle-aged woman finally put down the knife in her hand, but her eyes were still wide open. "Old man? What does he look like?" she asked.

Drogo thought to himself, if she could give him directions to this remote little path, then she must be very familiar with the old man. Either he was her husband or her father. Why would she ask what he looked like?

But he still answered honestly. However, before he could finish, the middle-aged woman flew into a rage.

"Damn that old ghost! Did he really have nothing better to do than disturb my peace...!"

Drogo guessed right. The middle-aged woman obviously knew the old man. But following her tirade, she almost cursed him to the ends of the earth and beyond.

After the woman finished her rant, she looked up and saw that Drogo and Elaine had stepped back three or four steps.

"Why did you run so far? By the way, what brings you here? You better explain!" she demanded.

Drogo thought to himself, with all the spitting and shouting, he and Elaine might as well take a bath if they didn't want to be close to her.

"Well, we heard that you have a clothing store here, and we came to buy clothes," Drogo said.

Finally getting back on topic, Drogo hoped they could just buy their clothes and be done with this woman. But when she heard his intention, her eyes widened again.

"Buy clothes? If you came to buy clothes, why didn't you use the front door? What are you doing in my bedroom?"

"Not through the front door... so that was the back door... bedroom... bedroom?"

No matter how hard Drogo tried to widen his eyes, the woman's words still made his face stiffen. He never expected that he and Elaine would end up in this fierce woman's bedroom, under the old man's guidance. And it didn't even look like a bedroom, with no bed in sight.

But in a flash, Drogo figured it out; given the woman's size and weight, it would be tough to find a suitable bed other than the floor...

"Uh, sorry about that. We had no idea that this was your, uh, bedroom. But when we asked for directions earlier, we really were looking for a place to buy clothes."

"Hmph, forget it. I don't feel like arguing about it. If you want to buy clothes, then follow me."

The woman snorted, showing no sign of pursuing the matter, and turned to walk back in the direction they came from.

Drogo and Elaine exchanged a glance, with Elaine showing innocent surprise while Drogo was full of frustration and embarrassment. They had gone to buy clothes at a clothing store, only to end up in a woman's bedroom, encountering such a fierce character.

She was a unique oddity among women, a battle machine among oddities... and this whole situation was just too shameful...

Drogo's mind was still in a mess, but he and Elaine followed the woman from behind. In that moment, as they crossed the threshold, Drogo thought to himself: "They say the best artists are also the most typical oddballs. I wonder what kind of works this typical oddball will have..."