"Bartoli, go buy some clothes for you first!" Abel pointed to a store selling clothes. Not only Bartoli's clothes, but also himself had to prepare some new clothes for his official visit to Luo Master Bin, his original clothes have become too small due to his growing body.
The signboard of this store said customized clothes for humans, dwarves and elves. Unexpectedly, there were shops that made clothes for humans in the dwarf city. Abel took Bartoli and left Black Wind at the door of the store and walked into this store. Raphael clothing store.
When the closed store door was pushed open, a soft bell rang as the door was pushed open, and then a soft voice came: "Hello, I am Raphael, welcome to Raphael Clothing Store! "
Abel didn't believe his eyes. In front of him was a young female elf. In such a rough dwarf city, he just casually entered a store, but it was opened by an elf.
"Guest, you rarely come to dwarf cities, right?" The elf Raphael couldn't help but smile when he saw Abel's surprised expression.
"Yes, how did you know?" Abel nodded and asked.
"Because dwarves are not good at doing business, most of the shops in this city are run by humans or elves." Raphael explained with a smile.
"Please choose some suitable uniforms and dresses for me and the lady next to me. If there is no suitable one, please rush to make it for us!" Abel smiled and pointed at himself and Bartoli beside him. said.
Raphael looked Abel up and down, and then glanced at Bartoli. When he noticed the gorgeous robe Bartoli was wearing, his eyes couldn't help but light up, and he praised: "This lady's clothes are so beautiful. I don’t know which master’s handiwork it was.”
Neither Abel nor Bartoli answered her question, but just smiled slightly.
Raphael could see what the two of them meant, and quickly changed the subject: "This lady's clothes are ready-made. Regular clothes and formal dresses can be tried on now, and your clothes will probably be customized!"
Because after Abel was transformed by dragon crystal, his body's strength has been further improved, and his muscles are obviously bigger than before, so he now wears loose robes. Even this can't block his burly figure.
"Excuse me, how long will it take to get it?" Abel asked.
"Five days!" Raphael said with a smile.
"I'll pay double the price. I need it urgently. When can you make it ready for me?" Abel said generously, not wanting to wait too much for a few pieces of clothing.
"Tomorrow!" Raphael's eyes lit up and he chuckled.
"Well, you can choose clothes for this lady first!" Abel shook his head slightly. It seems that money can settle everything.
"Don't think I'm greedy for money, I can't help it!" Raphael explained while choosing clothes for Bartoli.
"Oh? What's going on?" Abel looked at Raphael strangely. This elf was very young and very beautiful. He was very capable to open a shop in such a far place alone, but it seemed from her mouth that Is there any unavoidable reason
"It's not because Master Bennett's 'cleanser' and 'moisturizer' are too expensive. I'm a young elf and don't have much wealth, so I just want to earn a lot before I get old. How happy it is to buy enough 'washing water' and 'moisturizing lotion' with gold coins!" Raphael's eyes were full of longing for the future. The news came from the city of Anjost, Ma Master La has returned to his youthful appearance due to the use of 'cleansing lotion' and 'moisturizing lotion', as has Grand Duke Edwina.
Abel did not expect that he was the culprit who made the elves greedy for money. He couldn't help but smile bitterly. Although he left the elves, he did not want to cut off the various medicines provided to the elves. These medicines could better maintain his elves. Identity, in addition, is also a considerable wealth.
When a woman chooses clothes, even a woman who has lived for more than ten thousand years is very picky about her choice of clothes. First of all, it must conform to the identity of a housekeeper. Bartoli has not forgotten her identity. Secondly, it must conform to her aesthetics. The two women discussed this point together for a long time.
Abel took out the Knight's Heritage and read it out of boredom, until Bartoli's voice came to his ears: "Master, I have already chosen!"
"You've picked it!" Abel put away the knight's inheritance and looked at Bartoli's face, which had a rare blush. She seemed to be shy about the exciting selection just now. At this time, she changed into a set of white regular clothes, and the style was different. low key.
After Abel paid the money, perhaps because of his generosity, Raphael enthusiastically sent him and Bartoli to the door. When he opened the door, Raphael was surprised.
A row of dwarf knights in golden armor were waiting outside the door. Behind these dwarf knights was an extremely gorgeous carriage.
When Abel walked out of the gate, he heard a bold voice coming from the carriage: "Dear Master Abel, Muya City Beaufort welcomes you!"
"It's the Lord of the City!" After Raphael finished speaking, he hurriedly covered his mouth, looked at Abel and then at the dwarf in gorgeous clothes who was getting off the gorgeous carriage.
"Mr. Beaufort City Lord, I am just a rootless man living outside. You are too polite!" Abel bowed and said in return. Although he was not wearing fancy clothes at this time, no one dared to look down upon him at this time. to him.
Although the road was blocked, making it very inconvenient for passers-by, when Lord Beaufort spoke the words, both dwarves and humans showed great enthusiasm.
"Master Abel, he has indeed escaped!" This was the reaction of the businessman from the human world after hearing Abel's name.
"Brewmaster, he's here!" This was the first reaction of the dwarves after hearing Abel's name.
No matter what kind of reaction, it shows one thing, that is, Abel's reputation did not decrease as he was wanted, but became famous because of this incident. Because of his departure, every magic weapon he had became a must-have. The product, especially the unique stability shown in actual use, has made countless knights crazily want to get a magic weapon produced by Master Abel.
The increase in the value of magic weapons has further boosted Abel's fame, and now his fame has far exceeded that of most veteran blacksmith masters.
"Master Abel, did you hear that the wine you brew is very popular with us dwarves!" Lord Beaufort said with a smile.
"It's a pity that my ability is limited and the output of wine is not high!" Although Lord Beaufort had a hint of asking for wine, Abel did not dare to agree to anything. He did not want to stay and make wine.
"I have the honor to taste the master wine you brewed. It is really the best wine in the world. Knowing that Master Abel is coming, I specially prepared a banquet in the house. The wine is definitely not as good as yours, but the food is the best in the city. "Chef!" Lord Beaufort invited, pointing to the gorgeous carriage waiting at the side.
"Master Abel, it's been a long time since we last met. I heard you were here and rushed here!" Just when Abel was hesitant to decline the invitation of Lord Beaufort, he heard a familiar voice. .
"Master Thorin, why are you here?" Abel couldn't help but be overjoyed. This was Master Thorin, a fellow disciple of his teacher, Master Bentham. He was very happy to meet an acquaintance here.
"I'm here to attend the Blacksmith Guild's Qina City master gathering. Didn't you receive the notice to come to the Rift Basin?" Master Thorin asked strangely.
"Master Thorin, I didn't receive the notice. I came to visit Master Robin!" Abel said, shaking his head.
"Master Abel, on behalf of the Blacksmiths Guild, I formally inform you that I invite you to attend the master gathering in Qina City!" Master Thorin bowed very formally.
"Master Thorin, I accept the invitation!" Abel bowed quickly and said in return.
"Two masters, why don't you go to my place to eat and chat first? Master Solin, we are old friends, so we have to give you this face!" Lord Beaufort was not polite to Master Solin at all. He grabbed his arm and said.
"Okay, Master Abel, let's go together. The Lord of Beaufort and Ben Sega are also good friends. They are all a family!" Master Solin smiled and exchanged arms with the Lord of Beaufort, and then turned back to Abel and said.