bookpower Chapter 747 Rae Found Fashion
Chapter 747 Rae Found Fashion
Chapter 747 Rae Found Fashion
With Loros hard at work selling her existing stock, Karl returned to the dress shop where he had left the ladies.
There was a large mound of dresses in five different stacks, presumably one for each of them. Then, Remi came out in Naga Queen form and gave Rae a pleading look.
The shopkeeper didn't see her appear, only after she had entered, and quickly held up a hand.
"Ma'am, my apologies, but the shop is closed for the moment for a private shopping group." She announced in a firm tone.
"Oh, she's with us. Hello Remi." Rae replied, waving the Naga Queen over.
"There are some dresses here that didn't look right on us, but might on you with the extra two arms. Here, but this on. It should be your size, you're pretty slender."
Karl could practically see the cash register ringing up new sales in the woman's eyes, so he leaned in to quietly ask her the important questions as the assistants catered to Remi.
"What are they at so far?" The shop owner double-checked the stack, and then her math, before shrugging. "About seventy gold coins, but for this large of a purchase, I can offer a discount." Karl nodded. "Not as bad as I had feared."
Then he turned to Rae. "Are all these items the ones to keep?"
Rae nodded. "Yes, they're all different styles, and all exquisite. I want them all for my art."
The shopkeeper seemed to take that as Rae being a personal stylist, whose art was her outfitting of her clients. So, there was no hesitation as the shopkeeper began to carefully fold and bag the items.
Because of that success, Rae was in much better spirits as they headed to the Inn again, and she now had at least two weeks worth of designs to study and work on. It was strange for everyone in Karl's group to be somewhat anonymous in the city, as a group of Royal Rank women led by a Monarch was hardly anything out of the ordinary, and dozens of similar level groups entered the dungeons every day.
But after a lifetime in the Golden Dragon Nation, they weren't mentally prepared to live a life of anonymity in a huge city full of Demons.
They could certainly make enough to survive, even without Karl and his Runecrafting skills. But that didn't feel like enough for any of them.
Dana was keenly aware that it was a spoiled and selfish notion that they should remain as a special person when they were on another continent where everyone had some sort of power on their side if they wanted to live a life better than cattle.
It wasn't obvious here in the city, as the weakest had been driven out of the city many years ago. The slums of the Black Shade, as the locals called it, were the residence of the species that couldn't exceed Awakened Rank. In the city, even Janitors and housekeepers were normally required to be Ascended Rank or higher, unless they were children. It appeared to be normal for apprentices to follow their parents to work before they were even teenagers, and the young faces in the shops that they passed only served to remind Dana that they really were in somewhere entirely different from anything she was familiar with.
But the most notable fact about the city was its cleanliness. There were no rodents anywhere, no rot or filth in the alleys, other than around the garbage bins. Old Jared, the one - eyed sailor, waved and greeted them from a stool at the bar as they entered, looking much worse for wear than he had the other day.
He hadn't been part of the fight at the tavern, but it was obvious that he had been in one sometime today.
"Old man, are you sure that it's wise to go picking fights in the middle of the day?" Tessa joked.
The sailor laughed and ran his fingers through his shaggy hair. "Ye'r a funny one, Priestess. I was at the Dungeon today, and our healer was worse than useless. Some Gnoll Shaman, who seemed to forget that they were supposed to heal someone other than themselves."
Tessa patted him on the shoulder and cast a healing spell to remove the bruises and cuts from his body.
"Well, you'll be alright now."
Old Jared laughed, then waved to Beth, who was in the back room. "Bring my friends a drink. They've fixed my face as good as new, and that lingering cough has cleared right up."