Chapter 2629 Acting

This painful memory is still fresh in my mind like an ax and a chisel. It will never be forgotten for a long time. Every time I think of it, I feel heartbroken.

Back to business.

When the master tailor saw Old Patch coming, he looked at him, then at me, and asked doubtfully: "You two know each other?"

"More than acquaintance." Old Patch smiled and patted me on the back: "This guy is my niece-in-law."

The master tailor nodded with an ugly expression, and after a while, he said in a deep voice: "Even if I are your niece-in-law, I can't tolerate this kind of insult!"

As he spoke, he pushed the open bundle in front of old Patch, who had just sat on the high chair, and said angrily: "Look at the good things your niece-in-law has done! A pile of rubbish! Trash! He actually held a Pile useless scraps and ask me, a master tailor, to sew handicrafts!"

The master tailor's thin body continued to tremble with violent breathing, and he was really pissed off.

Unexpectedly, Old Patch didn't change his expression and even laughed out loud.

Just when the master tailor was furious and was about to say something dirty, Old Patch waved his hand and said leisurely: "Peace and don't be impatient, calm and don't be impatient."

The master tailor's expression was gloomy, his half-open mouth trembled, then he closed it tightly, and then let out a heavy breath.

Old Patch glanced at me, shook his head with a smile, and said: "Do you think he insulted you by bringing this pile of scrap fabrics to you to sew something? No, no, you don't know, this kid I once held a piece of scrap iron bar as a tachi and asked me to repair it. My reaction at that time was much more intense than yours, and I almost got sick from anger."

He took a deep breath and added: "But slowly, through contact, I roughly understood that this guy didn't have any malicious intentions. He just didn't understand the glory of us craftsmen, or in other words, in his opinion, Chiri, our abilities are ten times and a hundred times stronger than what we actually have."

As he said that, Old Patch picked up a piece of snake skin the size of a palm and murmured: "I didn't have the ability to repair a handful of scrap metal pieces to look like new again. I just don't know if you have made this bag of scraps into a work of art. Ability, or is it the same as me back then?"

The master tailor's face turned red. He snorted, took out a piece of snake skin that was also the size of a palm from his bag, rubbed it for a while, and said proudly: "Of course I can do it!"

I quickly borrowed Poxia's donkey, pushed the baggage forward, and said with a smile, "Then I'll leave it to you, master. Don't worry, the price is easy to negotiate."

As I said that, I took out a list from my pocket. The handwriting on it was rather scrawled: "What is written on this is the shopping list I ordered from you. As for the remaining snake skins, you can do whatever you want with them." Let’s buy some handicrafts, and I’ll buy them all by then.”

After taking the list, the master tailor looked at it carefully for a moment and said solemnly: "Forget the money, I want the dragon skin."

".As big as a slap?"

"Do you think my sewing skills are only worth a palm-sized piece of dragon skin?"

"Those two slaps?"

"At least one meter long and wide!"

The master tailor said without any doubt.

I thought about it, got up with a dejected look, walked to the counter, and silently packed my bags.

"Xiaoyi, what do you mean?"

Old Patch asked first before the tailor master could say anything.

"Pack your things and find another home," I said in a low tone.

"Looking for another shop? Why?" Old Patch asked doubtfully, "This is the best tailor shop in Moonlight City!"

"That's not worth the value of a meter square dragon skin!" I said helplessly: "Besides, is the dragon skin so easy to get? Not only did it take me a lot of effort to slay the dragon, but also I had to convince the dragon to let me kill it. It also took me a lot of effort to take away the dragon's body, and I had to bear the risk of being regarded as an enemy by the dragon. There are a thousand words to say, 'The baby is feeling miserable, but the baby just doesn't say it out'."

While making up a story with great emotion, he squeezed out a few tears and rubbed his eyes, deliberately creating the illusion that he had just cried.

Fortunately, my acting skills were excellent, and I deliberately made a grief-stricken and miserable look that could not bear to look back, which instantly aroused the sympathy of old Patch.

Old Patch wiped the corners of his eyes, sighed, and said, "It's hard for other people's children, so can't you lower your standards and give them some benefits?"

Then, he pointed to the dragon skin gloves on his head and said, "When my kid gave you the dragon skin to make these gloves, he didn't give you a penny, right?"

The old master tailor's face turned red, he coughed a few times in embarrassment, and said, "That's okay, just think of it as returning the favor. I helped him with this favor."

Old Patch came over quickly and pulled me back.

Putting the baggage back on the counter, the master tailor rummaged through the broken elite horned snake skin. He was silent for a long time and said: "Two palm-sized dragon skins cannot be missing. This is the bottom line."

"This" Old Patch glanced at the master tailor reproachfully, then turned his head and glanced at me with some worry.

I looked embarrassed, remained silent for a few seconds, and finally nodded slightly.

This business was finally done.

On the way back, Old Patch said, "I thought you wouldn't agree. After all, dragon skin is so precious."

"Preciousness is true, but what I said before about the risk of the Dragon Clan being hostile to me is false." Wiping the tears from the corners of my eyes, I raised the corners of my mouth and said with a smile: "The Dragon Clan and I have no relationship with anyone other than the King of the Dragon Clan. Except for skins, I can get any skin if I really want it."

"Huh? How dare you lie to me?" Old Patch became angry: "Thankfully I spoke for you just now."

I shook my head and said, "Uncle, don't worry, please listen to my explanation."

Old Patch frowned and said, "Explain it."

"yes."

Then I told him the reason for my pretense.

In fact, this is what I think. No matter humans, beasts, dwarves, goblins, elves, or elves, they actually all have greed and selfishness.

Among them, the goblins are more honest and never hide their greed.

They will ask for what they want, and strive for what they desire. This seems to be a manifestation of greed overcoming reason, but in fact it is true temperament.

Because of this, I have a more sincere friendship with the goblin clan, which has a very poor reputation from the outside world.

This kind of sincere friendship is also reflected in the straightforward dwarves.

Other races, especially merchants, make me feel less favorably.

They don't think about how to fight for it, but how to extract it, use means, and use conditions to get what they want.

Although the result of this behavior seems to be consistent with the result of hard work, the foreseeable future is completely different.

After working hard, they will feel the full happiness and be able to stop it, because they know very well that when needed in the future, they can still get it again through hard work, just like they did before.