Fatty Birkins stepped up the steps on the second floor with a hard pace, and followed many people, but Elena walked in front of her as if she had not seen this annoying fly, looking around at the clothes in the store as if nothing had happened, without taking the fat man's behavior at all.

But she held Noda's hand tightly and had not let go, the silent and depressing atmosphere made the two of them feel equally embarrassed.

Many of them, as the "buffer zone" between Fatty Begins and Noda, silently blocked the Big Fatty and his little lover in a conscientious manner, which also caused the Fatty to be strongly dissatisfied and his words became more and more mean.

However, in the face of the fat man's sarcastic words, many people did not even frown.

How can people who really fight with lions care about the ants' ridicule of you?

There is a big difference between the decorations on the second and first floors of Mrs. Vasaqi's tailoring shop.

After entering the second floor, the group felt that the style here changed from the bright and bright white on the first floor to the mysterious and dark tone of dark colors. The color of the wall was quiet and green. Several luxurious women's dresses were displayed on the booth. Even the frames of the booth seemed to be made of sterling silver. From a distance, it revealed a sense of nobleness and distantness, as if these beautiful dresses should not be worn on the body, but could only be placed here for viewing.

"This dress is very suitable for you, my dear!" Fatty Birkins glanced at a dark black dress that was displayed alone in a corner as if standing out from a crowd. He said with a thorn in his words: "But it seems that some people can't afford such things in their entire lives."

Many people looked at the dress from afar, but suddenly a lively and beautiful person popped out of their hearts, wearing an equally beautiful long skirt, pushing themselves down on themselves, as well as her faint warm words and her weird and handsome little face.

Sirna's clothes should have been bought here, right? Many people looked at the price and missed them in their hearts, but then continued to sigh that money is such a bastard...

Noda looked up and looked at the dresses in front of him that could be called "sky-high" for him. He tightened his tender little hands in his hand. His originally embarrassed expression suddenly calmed down, and a faint sadness flowed between the corners of his eyes.

"Noda? What's wrong with you? Are you in a bad mood?" Elena turned around and saw Noda's face changing rapidly, and her heart suddenly became tight, fearing that she had done something wrong.

Noda reached out and rubbed his eyes, but said nothing.

But Elena's woman's intuition keenly realized that there must be an unknown story in it. Seeing that Noda was reluctant to tell it, she was understanding and did not ask again. She just separated her five fingers slightly, and naturally and nervously linked her fingers to Noda. She held his big hand tightly, as if she wanted to silently encourage him in this way.

Elena seemed to have quickly adapted to the hand in her hand, which was covered in calluses because of her long-term holding of the sword. After holding it, she no longer let go, and the distance between the two was getting closer at this moment.

But the noise continued regardless of the occasion.

"Fra, go and try that one. We'll wear that one for next week's banquet! It must match your figure!" The fat rich man waved his big hand full of rings, pointed to a luxurious dress in the corner, and shouted loudly.

There were several other customers who were being selected on the same floor. They were dressed well and were elegantly dressed. It seemed that they were all distinguished guests from St. Reims. When these people saw the fat man shouting so loudly, they frowned slightly and looked at the fat body completely wrapped in money unhappily.

Fatty Birkins didn't realize that he had become a "unpopular" model. He still stood with a arrogant look on his face, and from time to time he quietly snorted Norda and Elena with contemptuous eyes, and occasionally snorted coldly from his mouth, as if he attracted Elena's attention.

After all, Fatty Birkins is just a nouveau riche. He inherited his father's quarry in Westborough. Originally, this quarry could not make much money, but later a mitsilver mine was discovered - which led to his wealthy night, who was not rich.

The Miltsil mine is a very precious resource for a country, just like strategic reserves, because both magical equipment and alchemy require Miltsil, and the results of these research largely determine the top military level of the St. Lance Empire.

Although Westbor County has always been known for its rich iron ore and several Mithril Mine were excavated, but the reserves of the mine were too small and they were quickly dug up - so the important Mithril vein of Burkins suddenly attracted people and made a fortune.

The fat man was not fat at first, but since he lived a wealthy life, he has gradually become addicted to this rich life like all nouveau riche. His belly is getting more and more oily day by day, and women change faster than clothes - he often patted his fat breasts covered with breast hair and said: "Without me, Birkinsla, the woman who can't go to bed!"

He looks like a love saint in the world. I say no one dares to say the number one.

Of course, this is a typical symptom of nouveau riche, arrogant and arrogant.

On the other hand, Elena, the rich daughter, has no different behavior from those nobles, and can even be said to be more standardized than those nobles. The reason is that Carl's family is a business family of generations, and "Quertos Trading" is the industry of the "Saint Quertos" family. Carl's full name is Quertos Regulus Carl. This huge businessman who has been operating for nearly three centuries has now turned his business to the other side of the mainland. It can be said that people from such aristocratic families are not comparable to those of this vulgar fat man now.

Elena ignored the fat man's constant provocation and held Noda's hand as if no one else was around and asked which piece of clothing was more suitable for her.

And what about Noda? He changed his previous dull expression. He didn't know what was stimulating, but he was extremely gentlemanly in an instant. He politely asked the waiter to help Elena pick up a dress, and then asked Elena to go to the next room to change clothes, while he stood behind the door and waited conscientiously.

Many looked at Noda, and Noda nodded calmly and indicated that he had no problem, which made many wonder - Could this guy be possessed? How could he be so fast? He was as shy as a little girl just now, but now he has adapted to Elena in an instant?

But he didn't think much about it, but instead looked at the joke of the fat man next to him who had always been disgusting like a fly.

Because the fat man wanted to try the luxurious dress in the corner for the charming woman beside him, his already lustful little eyes couldn't wait to see what the hot-bodied girl in his arms would look like when wearing this much noble dress. However, unexpectedly - he was rejected by the messenger!

"What? You said you don't let this dress be tried? What the hell do you mean?" The fat man's voice was very loud. He was like a farmer quarreling on the street for a moment. His gong-like voice and vulgar words immediately made people around him look at the arrogant fat man with disgusting eyes.

The waiter who rejected him looked like a purple-haired female elf, but except that her hair and skin were like elves, she was significantly different from elves in other places - her eyes were green that elves did not have, and her ears were not long stretched backwards, but were as small and exquisite as humans.

Her figure and appearance are excellent, and her black and elegant robe makes people sigh that even a waiter has an elegant temperament that is difficult for ordinary people to reach.

Fatty Birkins questioned loudly and spitted into her face, causing her, who was originally smiling, to take a step back involuntarily. Then she frowned in disgust. She replied quietly: "This is a dress cut and made by Mrs. Vasaqi. This dress is only given to people she recognizes. No matter how high the price is, no matter how high it is, it will not be sold."

When everyone heard that this was a dress made by Mrs. Vasaqi himself, they came over to take a closer look. The maker of the clothes in Mrs. Vasaqi's tailoring shop has always been different. Except for Mrs. Vasaqi who rarely appears, there are no other tailors in the store. It is obvious that so many clothes cannot be made by Mrs. Vasaqi alone. This mysterious thing is also one of the hot topics that Carlo City has been talking about.

The black velvet dress that was favored by the fat man was restrained and noble in color, and with a faint silver as the edge, it fully reflects the aristocratic and low-key luxury feeling. It seems inconspicuous from a distance, but the closer you look, the more you look, the more surprised it is by its exquisite and beautiful detailed design. This is what this black dress without a price gives everyone.

Of course, nouveau riche Berkins is not interested in studying its details, he just thinks it looks good.

"Then call Mrs. Vasaqi! I don't believe that this dress will look good enough if my little baby wears it?"

The fat man's saliva splashed again, and the beautiful waiter took a step back again, with a look of disgust on his face without any concealment. Just as he was about to say something, he heard a voice sounding faintly in the house.

"No need to look at it, this dress is not suitable for her."

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