Chapter 525 71 Are You Making Clothes? Bah, I'm Too Lazy to Tell You!

Chapter 525 71. Are you making clothes? Bah, I’m too lazy to say it!

The trading day of the Star Club is once every three months, and it has been more than two months since the last trading day started.

The time does not comply with the rules, but considering that the Grand Master Warlock has just died, the Association of Stars has undergone drastic changes, and the fourth impact has already entered the schedule, starting an internal event at this time can obviously effectively appease people's hearts.

However, two days later, when the main force of Team K and the young Team K entered the Star Castle, they found that this trading day was obviously not as lively as the last time.

Not only were there fewer stalls on the "hawker street" outside the castle, but even the booths reserved for mid- to high-level pioneers inside the castle were sparsely occupied.

This makes the Star Club Base, which was previously full of talents, look somewhat "deserted".

"Sure enough, people are panicked."

Catwoman, who was following Mason, curled her lips and said:

"It was like a tree fell and the hozen scattered. The fall of a warlock made everyone feel the shock, so they hid in their dark caves and looked at the outside world with horror.

What a bunch of cowards our peers are. "

"Don't be so mean, Selena."

Zha Kang grinned and retorted:

“The trading day officially opens tonight, and many people are waiting and watching. Who knows what other people’s thoughts and actions will be when the new leader has just taken office? Doing too much at this time will lead to mistakes. Keeping a low profile is the right choice.

But I believe that no one with brains would give the new leader eye drops at this time, so I guess this place will definitely become lively by night.

And it was much more lively than last time. "

"So that's why you're wearing cologne?"

Barbara looked at Zha Kang who was hugging his "little pet" Emilia with a scum-like look, pinched her nose and said:

"Are you going to find some bed partners for yourself tonight?"

"How to talk!"

Zha Kang snorted in displeasure and straightened his collar. The handsome man said seriously:

"This is a voluntary sacrifice for Team K to collect intelligence from all sides. This is a very noble sacrifice. A little girl like you won't understand.

Tsk, thanks to Mason, we are now famous people.

I don’t need any sweet words, maybe I just need to show my identity to make those lovely and capable ladies take the initiative to spread their legs in front of me. "

"You'd better be calm."

The kite man, who had not come to the fair last time and was attending this event for the first time this time, poked Zha Kang on the shoulder and whispered:

"Although I don't understand magic, I feel that the magic eyeball floating on your shoulder is not the power you have released for yourself. If you don't want to be struck by a thunderbolt from Xiao Zha again, you'd better control your little brother."

"Hey, I have a hundred ways to circumvent her surveillance."

Zha Kang made a disdainful snort from his nostrils. He spoke very well, but in the end he did not dare to reach out and brush away the eyeballs flying on his shoulders.

"Everyone is free to move around."

Mason looked at the time on his watch and said to a group of people around him:

"Remember to attend the ceremony held in the banquet hall on the third floor tonight. It is a grand event to celebrate the birth of a new batch of A-class members. We are also one of the protagonists, so we must have the proper etiquette.

Ergong, take Damian and his friends around the Star Castle, and help the Elric brothers clean up the studio they left here, and move the equipment back to Ost after the closing. Benta goes. "

"Um."

Ertong nodded.

This cold-faced handsome guy rarely wore a handsome formal suit today. Although he was very low-key, he also sprayed some men's perfume on his body. He was looking for the Amazon female warriors who "tortured" him last time in the hall.

He will not let them "humiliate" him honestly this time, he will pay back ten times the humiliation he was inflicted last time! Not only did he work hard to build muscles and fight, but he also secretly learned many tactics for dealing with women from Zha Kang and Jack. This time he would never let himself fall into a weak and humiliating situation again!

Haha, my second bucket is actually a very vindictive person!

Mason pretended not to see the weird wet expression on Er Tong's face, dismissed his teammates and let everyone play by themselves, while he got into the elevator alone and headed to the top floor to meet his direct female boss to discuss some business matters.

The Grand Master's office has always been an important area in the Star Castle, but Mason feels like he comes here as often as he goes home.

He pushed open the door of the hunter's office and saw Ciri, who always dressed in hunting attire in the past, choosing her outfit for tonight's attendance in front of the mirror.

But there is really no choice.

During internal meetings, the Grand Masters all appear in a mystical style of mask + robe, which is very consistent with the way the secret organization operates, except for the difference in the style of the cloak and robe.

However, considering that Lady Xili is also a woman, it is understandable that she should pay more attention to appearance and details than the stinky men.

"Come here and help me choose a robe."

She said something to Mason without looking back. The captain shrugged, walked slowly forward and stood behind Ciri, looked at the two people standing in the mirror and put his hands on Ciri's shoulders. superior.

He whispered:

"Are you still calm?"

"Do you expect me to be uncool? Or do you want me to give you a passionate kiss like Harley? Be serious! This is my office, not your bedroom."

The female boss snorted angrily.

She broke away from Mason's hand and picked up two robes and capes that were almost identical in style from the nearby wardrobe, except for the slightly different patterns and shoulder embellishments. She put them in her hands and made gestures in the mirror.

"Which one is better?"

she asked.

Mason took a look and shook his head. He pulled out a chair and sat next to him. He took out a slightly damaged black robe from the closet, and took out his tailoring tools to start making the outfit for his female boss to attend tonight.

His fingers unraveled the wool of the robe, and selected the silver-gray magic thread. While making it with care like a craftsman, he asked:

"It's been almost a week since old Shazam took over the position of Grand Instructor. Have you discussed how to manage the Star Club in the future?"

"This kind of thing doesn't need to be discussed at all."

Shirley waved her hand, and a cup of hot coffee flew into her hand. She leaned on the table in front of the mirror, admiring Mason's posture while doing "handicraft work" and said like a complaint:

"None of the three of us are the confidants of Lord Destiny. Unless we change our attitudes and actively move closer, we are destined to be just three rubber stamps.

Now that he can move around using projection, it means that he has his own ideas about the future planning of the Star Club.

Maybe the three of us are just too much.

Actually, I have a feeling.

He is waiting. "

The hunter took a sip of coffee and said to his closest subordinate:

"Your Excellency Destiny is waiting for the results of the fourth impact. He is also waiting for the methods you will come up with in this crisis. He is well aware of the main contradictions and core issues.

If you are unable to turn the tide when this shock occurs, perhaps his attitude toward you will change as well. "

"He's going to view me as a loser who's not worthy of attention."

Mason carefully threaded the needle and thread, and embroidered an artistic silver wolf head pattern on the black cloak with insanely elegant techniques.

He concentrated on counting while keeping his brain running at a high speed while moving, and analyzed to Shirley:

"And now I doubt whether Lao Mo has already met Lao A. Maybe his agreement with Lao A on the impact solution has been known to him.

That cunning devil knows I'm not his problem.

At least until the feud between Old A and me is over, he doesn't need to spend too much time targeting me.

At present, the primary issue troubling Lord Destiny is still to complete its ongoing 'detachment' under the increasingly severe impact, which is the strategy it has been executing for the past seventeen years.

It is a very planned and organized life, and we should believe in its persistence in this regard. "

"so what?"

Xili nodded and asked again:

"Do you think Lord Destiny is not our trouble for the time being?"

"No, it's not my problem."

Mason raised his head, glanced at Shirley, and said softly:

“But you have to be careful.

Although Lao Mo doesn't care about the loyalty of his subordinates, he won't tolerate blatant betrayal. You have to learn from the Ghost Knights on this point.

Loyal, but only outwardly loyal.

Keeping this rebel game to the level of conspiracy will be more to the devil's liking and make them willing to take the time to play tricks on you.

Rather than reckless direct confrontation.

I am here to remind you, the swordsman and the wizard to behave well during this period and not to actively provoke it.

To put it simply, continue what you did before, temporarily forget about the actions of Team K, and use all your energy to deal with the fourth impact.

Of course, you can’t be a puppet in advance. "

The master tailor stood up, picked up the cloak he had repaired, and gestured to Xili to stand up straight and raise her arms like a professional tailor. He traced the cloak on her shoulders and waist, then picked up the tailor's ruler and squatted down. The lower body was measured next to Xili's long legs and the size that needed to be modified was measured.

"Take off your boots. Your shoes don't match this mystic-style robe. I'll pick out a pair of high heels for you later."

He ordered like this, with a slightly commanding tone that did not give Lord Hunter a chance to refute. Ciri blushed slightly and took off her boots, then stood barefoot on the ground, letting Mason measure her like a model.

Mason, who was in working mode, didn't pay much attention to the changes in the atmosphere outside. He said casually:

"Now that Old A has not officially fallen out with me, I will continue to ask him to allocate more transfer gates and other resources as reserves in the name of dealing with the impact.

There are not many parallel worlds left in existence.

Although it is not yet time to completely solve the problem, from our standpoint, we can save one more person if we can.

It just so happens that we can take this opportunity to reset the majesty of the three great mentors in the Star Club, just like what we do in the pirate world. This kind of large-scale collective action can always unite people.

After the fall of the warlock, the forces belonging to him were scattered. Now is the time when fish and dragons are mixed together, and the 'fish pond' needs to be cleared out.

The obedient and rescued fish were fished into new ponds, and the hopeless ones could be ‘released’

Don't move, let's take measurements! "

Shirley twisted her waist uncomfortably because Mason took off her hunting vest and was measuring her waist. The contact between her fingers and skin made her a little embarrassed.

But as soon as he moved, he was scolded by the little tailor and had to maintain his posture.

She felt a little hot, her cheeks turned redder, and she changed the subject and said:

"You mean, take advantage of the opportunity to clean up those pioneer teams that don't conform to our style? Send them into a high-risk world."

"Well, that's what I mean."

The tailor took down the measurements, returned to the chair and took out the leather to start making accessories for Ciri and repair the boots. He said:

"Just like you used to send out those who disobeyed to be cannon fodder, this time it's going to be bigger but more disciplined.

It's best to talk to old Shazam in advance.

It wouldn't be a bad thing if the old wizard could be persuaded to select some innocent ronin to take this opportunity to join the Stars.

Although we are not all on the same journey yet, the more potential collaborators, the better. "

"Speak slowly and I'll take note of it."

Shirley, who was barefoot, walked to her desk, picked up her notebook and wrote down what Mason had just said, and then looked back at her "external brain" hoping to hear more useful suggestions.

Mason thought for a while and then said:

"If you have time recently, go to Night City in the world of Mikoshi and find a prosthetic doctor named 'Fire Stealer' in Little Chinatown in Watson District, and ask him to help you back up your consciousness data."

"ah?"

Shirley looked at Mason in surprise and said:

"That thing is of no use to me. The power of Lord Destiny has penetrated into my soul, making me unable to be analyzed through data transcoding."

"Go if you are told."

Mason waved his hand, and Lord Hunter curled his lips and said:

"Okay, I will make time to go there. Is there anything else?"

"Yes, come here and try on some clothes."

The captain stood up and opened the modified robe and cloak in his hand.

The pure black cloak is made of fine wool and hangs low to the ground. It has a pattern of silver wolf heads on the shoulders. Mason also made an elf-style cloak button for it, and used it from the waist of the cloak to the tailstock area. Golden silk threads embroidered admonitions in Elvish language.

It looks mysterious, chic and beautiful. It’s hard to imagine that just ten minutes ago this was a damaged piece of clothing that needed to be thrown away.

"My craftsmanship is pretty good, right?"

Mason smiled proudly at Ciri, who nodded and was about to put the cloak on his hunting suit, but was stopped by Mason.

He looked at Shiri critically and said:

"You're just going to wear this underneath? I modified the robe for you according to your personal measurements! You can disrespect my strength, but you can't disrespect my craftsmanship."

"you mean"

Shirley looked at Mason, and her heart beat irregularly.

Under the serious gaze of the captain, like a craftsman, she bit her lip and took off her hunting jacket, leaving only her close-fitting body armor.

"Take it off."

Mason shook his head and said in a very professional tone:

"Otherwise, the unsightly outline will be highlighted on the outside of the cloak and affect the overall appearance. The clothes I made for ladies cannot be wasted like this."

"Don't go too far!"

The Lord Hunter was a little embarrassed, but under Mason's silent gaze, she finally took on the tight-fitting vest, and then allowed Mason to put the cloak on her body, which was only wearing underwear.

The waist highlights the elegant silhouette, making this cape more like a black dress.

"Look, how beautiful it is."

Mason stood behind Shirley, looking at her in the mirror as he untied her long silver hair and spread it over her shoulders, then put his hand on the outline of her waist.

Ms. Shiri's face in the mirror was already flushed. Although she was still wearing close-fitting clothing so as not to be exposed, for a demon hunter, this situation without external armor protection was no different from being naked.

She looked at herself in the mirror, watching Mason's hands linger on her waist and then slide upwards, as if he was a skilled tailor checking his excellent work at the end.

Her breathing quickened.

Finally, he turned his head and raised his swan-like slender neck under Mason's smiling gaze. The little tailor lowered his head and touched the cold but soft lips again.

She felt like a female animal caught in a hunting net, sinking bit by bit in the ever-tightening mesh of the evil-minded hunter.

There was silence in the office.

The extremely clean marble floor was littered with pieces of hunting armor that had been removed. The barefoot, silver-haired lady was held in her arms. She closed her eyes and felt her own heartbeat in panic and enjoyed this rare peace.

"Snapped"

The door was suddenly pushed open, and there was a loud noise, which made Shirley instinctively want to pull away, but Mason's hand firmly wrapped around her waist, making her unable to break away.

Or are you unwilling to break free?

"Are you ready? Old Shazam asked us to go over and talk to him about tonight. Uh, what are you doing?"

A swordsman wearing a black robe and a mask broke into the office and saw the scene in front of her. She froze on the spot with her eyes wide open, and then showed a happy expression.

Grinning and saying:

"Hey, I'm sorry. I should have knocked on the door first. You continue, I won't interrupt. I'm leaving first. Obviously I came at the wrong time."

"No, you came just in time."

Mason let go of Ciri.

The hunter's heartbeat has reached a limit that makes people wonder whether her heart will burst in the next moment. The tailor picked up the tool in his hand, looked back at the stunned swordsman, and said in a critical tone:

"You plan to wear this to the ceremony tonight? Why don't you wear a piece of rag like a homeless person? I'm not saying anything bad about you, but you're a girl after all, can't you be more elegant?

Come here, I'll help you fix your robe."