Chapter 206 (1/2)
As a wizard recognized by the nine pointed star wizard tower, in addition to a badge indicating his identity, the black haired wizard also has two exquisite black wizard robes and coveralls embroidered with nine pointed star patterns - at least in Loren's eyes, these two robes are very exquisite.
But apparently Ariel and the tailor she brought didn't think so.
Standing in the dressing room, only the black haired wizard with lining pulled a corner of his mouth, forced out a smile and looked at the gentle, more like a housekeeper's ”tailor”: ”er... How many clothes are there in total?”
”There are 100 robes, 25 belts, 38 hats, 16 pairs of boots and gloves, as well as various pendants and necklaces, breeches, capes, buckles, armbands and ties...”
The middle-aged tailor pulled his collar gently with his right hand on his back and his gloved left hand. His tone was serious, as if he was introducing a museum: ”considering your identity as a wizard, we didn't prepare a walking stick for you, but if you need it, we can polish and wax your magic stick to make it look like a new one!”
”Well, well, don't say any more.” for the first time in his life, he felt a headache for one thing. The black haired wizard knew very well how embarrassed he was now. He never thought about what to wear most of the time.
Leonardo, the old knight, would certainly not have the money to buy him new clothes. In the Principality of lottel, most of the time, Loren was only wearing a wizard robe, lined with a leather armor, that's all.
Just looking at these clothes made him feel at a loss.
”An excellent wizard like Mr. ayin Rand must rarely attend all kinds of banquets?” the tailor noticed a trace of embarrassment in his expression, stood up very timely and smiled gently: ”if you don't mind, I'll choose the most suitable one for you...”
”Leave it to me.”
Ariel, who remained silent all the time, suddenly said. The delicate girl's voice was soft but with an indisputable attitude: ”please wait outside for a moment.”
The stunned tailor did not retort. After saluting the girl slightly, he turned and left the dressing room - the empty room. Once again, only Lauren and Ariel were left.
”You're from lottel, and you're a wizard. You must love black very much?” the delicate girl whispered and took off a black silver robe from the hanger: ”I heard that Lord Dalton kand of vimpar college, His Wizard robe is black.”
The black haired wizard took the robe and put it on. His vigilant eyes never left the girl: ”you seem to know lottel very well?”
”I spent some time there and left a very unforgettable memory.” took out a silver plated belt, Ariel frowned, changed another red silk, and slowly moved behind the black haired Wizard: ”remember what we discussed last time?”
”What do you mean?” Lauren smiled, his left hand pressed on the dagger in his sleeve.
”About those... Ancient gods, where have they gone?” the soft but cold little hand slipped slowly from his waist. The red ribbon tied the hem of the robe loosely, and the black haired wizard raised his waist involuntarily.
Why on earth did she mention this? Lauren hesitated, but still said softly, ”I've only known some fur. I'll disappoint you.”
Tie the silk ribbon around Loren's waist and tie a delicate bow. The girl seems very satisfied with her ”work” - there is no need for too much decoration, just the contrast of red and black is enough.
”Have you heard any stories about the devil Asriel?”
The dark haired wizard is not strong, but he can fully support his collar and shoulders. Some embarrassed girls threw away their one shoulder cloak and turned to get a silver ribbon.
The naked little feet stood on tiptoe and raised her hands to button up the collar for Loren. Almost the whole delicate body was put into Loren's arms, and the two eyes were opposite. In the quiet room where the silver needle fell clearly, Loren seemed to hear his heartbeat.
”I know you have been to his temple - the whole village broke in, and only you and your friends left there alive.”
Ariel's palm was cold and could not feel the temperature. The fingertips sliding from her neck were as ”gentle” as a dagger. The intimate girl tied a bow tie for him with that ribbon.