Chapter 41 - Chapter 41: Chapter 40 Margaret (1/2)

Chapter 41: Chapter 40 Margaret

Leaving Mr. Gold’s villa, Byrne didn’t head back immediately but instead strolled through the bustling center of Fein City. People around him hurried by, always with many things to do, seeming far busier than the folks in Nasir.

He could fully sense the vibrancy and vitality of the city, yet he also faintly perceived that overly rapid development wasn’t necessarily a good thing.

And those dirty piles of garbage scattered everywhere brought back memories of the plague he had experienced in his childhood, triggering many terrifying recollections in his mind.

“Sooner or later, the development planning of Fein City must be thoroughly intervened by the city hall, otherwise, it will definitely lead to chaos.”

Suddenly, as Byrne walked along the street, he was drawn to a tailor’s shop.

Displayed in the tailor’s shop were clothes of considerable quality, evidently made with fine craftsmanship suited for high-status individuals, which held his gaze for a long time, unable to turn away.

Byrne lowered his head to glance at the clothes he was wearing. Although they were fine garments, the details were not meticulous enough, making it easy to identify the wearer as someone from a lesser-known place.

He remembered Lucius saying that clothes make the man and that people are more willing to listen to someone who looks good, so investing in a more respectable outfit was indeed worth it.

Byrne then entered the tailor’s shop and quickly saw a tall, thin old man with prominent cheekbones and a stern expression, who walked towards him with precise steps.

The old man, dressed all in black and wearing a monocle, sized up Byrne and after a moment shook his head firmly and said,

“Sir, forgive me for being blunt, but your temperament and your clothes completely mismatch. I can tell you have talent, but that outfit is nothing but trash.”

Byrne was stunned by the other’s straightforwardness but smiled and asked, “Then what kind of clothes do you think would suit me?”

“You are a noble, or at least a knight, and the high society of Cyart these days is wearing tailcoats that come from the Lorne Empire.”

The old man’s voice was serious, professional, and left no room for doubt as he bowed and continued,

“Our shop will provide the East Coast’s most professional clothing recommendations and tailoring. We will not disappoint you.”

“What you need is a suit of Lorne-style navy blue tailcoat, not the Seven Stars style. All the clothes in our shop are made to measure, so please allow me to take down your measurements.”

Byrne grew more interested, but before getting measured, he prudently asked about the price and then was shocked by the quote of thirty silver coins. Nevertheless, after some hesitation, he decided to go ahead with it.

Just after his measurements were taken, he suddenly heard a woman’s voice from outside the door that had just been pushed open.

“Shopkeeper Hawley, how is my brother’s outfit coming along? He is soon to attend Viscount Bast’s banquet and must not fall behind others in appearance.”

The woman who entered the tailor’s shop was dressed lavishly, with light golden curls flowing down her smooth forehead, her eyes sparkling with youthful vivacity.

Seeing Byrne, who was putting on his coat, she paused for a moment and then greeted him with a smile, “Hello, sir, my name is Margaret, of the Hoffman family.”

Byrne nodded to her with composure and politeness, a slight smile on his lips as he said, “Good day, Madam Margaret, I am Byrne of the Fischer family.”

Margaret made a mental note of the name, Byrne, Fischer family.

But she lacked the courage to initiate further conversation. Shopkeeper Hawley finished jotting down Byrne’s measurements, then calmly stated,

“Madam Margaret, please come again tomorrow. The clothing for Baron Hoffman is not yet fully ready, as you know, perfect craftsmanship always takes time to show.”

“All right.”

Margaret nodded indifferently, stealing glances at the young and handsome man, silent for a long while, and after Byrne had left, she immediately asked Shopkeeper Hawley about the tailor’s store.