The brown wooden wall is covered by neatly hung formal clothes. The formal clothes are arranged according to the gradient of color. They are strictly matched with jackets, vests, shirts, and trousers. They are densely stacked. They are not worn, but they completely outline the human form. The stacking of spaces makes this small studio look crowded.
In the center of the room is a circular platform that is higher than the floor. Four vertical mirrors placed around the circular platform reflect the objects on the opposite side of each other. Matthew looked nervously, and was pushed forward by Zach. Countless Matthews walked past the mirror, causing Matthew to unconsciously move closer to the vampire. Let him make sure the vampire didn't leave him here alone and run away.
"Zach." The person sitting behind the workbench looked up at Zach, smiled and closed the newspaper open in front of him, crossed the middle with precise movements, folded it again, and passed the middle fold line. The newspaper that occupied a small half of the workbench was folded into a neat square and put aside.
The gentleman was wearing a fitted shirt and a gray vest, with a measuring tape hanging around his neck and his gray hair neatly combed back. He stood up and walked over to Zach. He was not tall, thin and small, but very tall and tall. He had a smile on his face and fine wrinkles extending from the corners of his eyes. "You haven't been here for a while." He patted Zach on the shoulder.
Zach didn't speak, pursed his lips and smiled slightly, then sat next to the workbench and held Matthew in place who wanted to follow.
"Morelin." The man, who looked to be in his fifties, smiled and led Matthew to stand on the round platform. The tape measure was pulled off his neck, and he gently raised his hand to hold Matthew's left arm and level it to the left. Push, allowing Matthew to straighten his arms. He straightened the tape measure smoothly and started measuring.
Zach smiled and looked at Matthew, who was a little nervous, and explained, "Morelin can read minds."
Morelin smiled and glanced at Matthew. "Don't worry, I won't let you get naked."
Matthew blushed.
"Is this your first time doing formal wear?" Morelin smiled and stood behind Matthew. The young wolf felt a pair of hands caressing his back, with a relaxing force.
Matthew nodded.
"Then you need a full set." Morelin's head reached out from the lower back of the cub, one hand pressed on the young wolf's lower back, and the other hand moved from top to bottom. Looking at Zach, "It won't be cheap."
Matthew's whole body stiffened and he looked at Zach helplessly. Zach waved his hand helplessly, "Benjamin likes what you said."
Morelin smiled and tilted his head, and measured the measuring tape against Matthew's leg. Matthew now dresses in the same style as Benjamin, looking like a working man. You can imagine Alpha's teasing look whenever Zach spends money on clothes.
"Relax." Morelin shook his head helplessly and patted the nervous Matthew. "Your thoughts are so loud that I can't concentrate."
Matthew had too many thoughts in his mind, such as his inferiority complex when he saw the clothes around him, such as worrying that he owed Grande a large amount of money again, and such as the fact that if the tailor's hand was a little higher, he would touch it. Shy place…
The young wolf nodded quickly, trying to calm himself down.
"How's Eli?" Zach asked.
"As bad as usual." Morelin had finished measuring, holding a board with fabrics of different colors nailed on it. Pass it to Matthew. Pointing to the cabinet next to the workbench, the rolled fabrics were neatly stacked in squares. He patted Matthew and said, "Go and choose."
Then he walked over to Zach, sat at the workbench, took out a pen and paper and started drawing, "It's been even worse since the last Mary Church incident."
Zach shook his head. He frowned and said, "Why didn't you inform me? If we hadn't discovered it accidentally. Those people, including Aili, would have really gone to hell." Keywords. Human background - choir.
"What does it matter?" Morelin's face showed no expression. "In the end, he will definitely go to hell. Crowley just brought this result forward."
"Crowley has been here?" Zach raised his eyebrows. Now that he knew where Crowley's clothes came from, he shook his head helplessly, not wanting to pay more attention to this, "Morelin, Eli is you son."
"A bad son." Morelin smiled at Zach and set up his sketch, "How about it, Matthew is very young and shouldn't be as rigid as your style."
"Don't change the subject, Morelin." Zach smiled and took out a pen and added a few strokes on the sketch, "Alec is your son, you need to teach him, otherwise, he will get into trouble in the future. "The vampire looked into the eyes of the old tailor Morelin, "Next time, he will be so lucky and just happen to run into us."
"Teaching?" Mo Ruilin looked at Zach's revised sketch, nodded, and started to redraw, "I gave up a few years ago." There was disappointment in his eyes, "He has made it very clear, He doesn’t want anything to do with me, this place, or even Rita, the ‘ordinary sister’ he calls her.” Morelin looked at Zach, “He left us.”
Zach shook his head, his face full of helplessness, "I think he must have matured a lot after these years."
Morelin shook his head, "Is he mature? I don't think he is still living in the West End dreaming of his own dreams, wanting to abuse the talents he cannot control..." Morelin stopped, with a chuckle on his face. Looking at Zach, "What's wrong with you? Why is Grande suddenly interested in other people's affairs?"
Zach pursed his lips in embarrassment, his light green eyes slowly turning red.
Morelin smiled and shook his head, "I've heard it."
The vampire sighed and his eyes returned to normal, "You know, your power scares me. This means that Eli's future will be more dangerous, and you need to help him."
Morelin put away his smile. Before the vampire came and resisted completely, he heard Zach's reason. "After Sibella left, the relationship between Gale and the aliens who lived in secret in Barton was broken. Rand didn't want these people to be controlled by Crowley, so he began to make friends with everyone sincerely... '
As for why Zach thinks so, Wandell is a hint.
After thinking for a while, Morelin looked at Zach, "You don't need to worry about me, no one can control me. As for Eli." Morelin shook his head with disdain, "He is just incompetent and arrogant. People who want to control him are causing trouble for themselves."
Zach twitched his lips, the relationship between this family was very bad.
I once asked Zach what it was about the Morelin family. Zach's answer was concise.
"The son thought that his father's career as a tailor was a waste of talent. He wanted to do something 'big', so he left home, abandoned his powerful father, and went to the West District with his sister who had no talent at all. In this way, he lost his best teacher - Dad, lived a miserable life.”
"Misery?" I asked. Mind reading is such a powerful ability. No matter how hard you think about it, Eli shouldn't be miserable.
Zach smiled and looked at me, "What would you do if you gained the ability to read minds?"
I got excited, "I can know everyone's secrets! The most secret, most personal secrets! I can do anything!" It's exciting to think about it!
Zach raised his eyebrows and shook his finger, "West End."
I thought about it and understood. It's already rare that Ai Li is still alive.
"How about it." Morelin handed Zach the drawing he drew. It was much more detailed than the sketch, and the details were marked.
"Very good." Zach glanced at it, "You made me want to do a few sets too."
"No discount." Morelin smiled and pointed to the cabinet where the fabrics were stored. He had already memorized the size of a vampire, and it was convenient to have a body shape that did not change over time.
Zach smiled and walked towards Matthew who had no idea what to choose, took the fabric sample from the young wolf's hand, and began to explain.
Alice and the others didn't wait too long. When Zach and Matthew came out, Laura was standing behind the counter, counting, "Four, five..." She was holding a piece of leather that looked like a tangled leather rope. Something, frowning, "Six?"
The girls already know what the store does.
In the city of Barton, the church often holds fundraisers, so many old clothes are collected together. Complete, clean children's clothes are sent to orphanages, and adult clothes are distributed to homeless homes. Then there are some that are damaged and inappropriate, and they will be bought in batches.
What Laura is holding is obviously an inappropriate piece of 'clothes', and it also comes with a whip... You can think about it for yourself.
But there are many good products here. Kepler, who was patrolling, saw jackets, bags, and even jewelry that were only released this year. But the shortcomings are that there are slight flaws, and the clothes are okay. Kepler is amazed by Rita's needlework skills. After repairing them, they are almost invisible. But other things are not good, the indentations on the leather bags, the cracks on the inside of the bracelets... But the people who buy things here obviously don't care about these.
"How about it, no one gets beaten." Zach smiled and leaned in front of the counter, looking at Rita.
"No." Rita smiled and threw the things in her hands, "They are somewhat useful!" Rita pushed Laura away directly, took the banknotes from the woman who paid, and stared at the vampire intently, "You guys Finished?"
"Yeah." Zach responded, "I would also like to trouble you to prepare it and send it to the Grand House."
"Of course!" Rita smiled, then turned her head and looked impatiently at Laura, who was still blushing, and Kepler, who came over and took off her ring silently, "You two don't expect me to pay you any wages!"
The girls shook their heads, Rita raised her eyebrows with satisfaction, and looked back at Zach, "I'm a little busy these days, so it might be late."
"It's okay." Zach waved to the three girls, "Take care."
Rita smiled and waved, "Don't worry."
After walking out of the store, the sun was hidden behind the building. The sunlight coming from the gaps was dim and divided the graffiti on Ogier Street into blocks.
"Hurry up!" Kepler breathed a sigh of relief and pushed Alice towards the parking spot. "My dinner!" (..)