Chapter 188 Christian Studio

Due to the materials, formal wear in this world is actually very expensive. Cotton shirts, woolen coats, silk hats, and cowhide shoes are all expensive. The original owner of the body left the set that was the cheapest street stall. The total cost of a suit is about ten pounds, and a slightly higher-end one can easily cost thirty or forty pounds.

In Lynch's opinion, this was already a sky-high price. Even if he received the blackmail proceeds sent by the two detectives, he now had a huge sum of sixty pounds, and a set of clothes would still make him feel miserable.

No wonder being able to wear high-end formalwear is a status symbol in itself.

But he still plans to buy a set. After all, the money has to be spent, no matter how expensive it is.

It was certainly a good thing that someone suddenly wanted to help pay, but Lynch felt a little unhappy.

There is always a feeling of eating soft rice.

Business is business, and friendship is friendship. If you have no money, you can make money by yourself, cheat and extort, but you haven't reduced yourself to the point of being supported by others. I, Lynch, also have a backbone. Even if I run naked without any clothes, even if I am so poor that I jump from the Tower of Justice and fall to my death, I will not eat soft rice. No matter what you say, I will not let you buy me clothes.

"No offense, Mr. Lynch." Seeing that Lynch had a strange expression, Miss Valente said softly, "The clothes you usually wear should be bought from a clothing store. That's right, no wonder I see There’s no mystery about your clothing.”

"Huh? Clothes can also have mysterious properties?"

"Of course there are no ordinary clothes. Only top tailor masters have the ability to give characteristics to the clothes they sew by themselves. It's not a powerful characteristic. Most of them are just small characteristics such as adding a little more defense and making the body lighter. The effect is very common, and it is very troublesome to grant, so powerful soul-shifters are not interested in it. Usually only nobles or rich people will prepare one or two pieces of self-defense."

It was said very euphemistically, but Lin Qi immediately heard it. I am afraid that this thing is quite expensive, so it is only circulated in a small area.

"This is one of the reasons why I brought you here today. You are not a spirit shifter who fights with your body, and you often fight against the mysterious. I think you need some real 'clothes' to protect yourself. You are Valente Friends of the family, we sincerely hope that every one of our friends can be safe and never be eroded by the mystery. So, please accept this gift and let your friends feel at ease when you are fighting against the mystery, okay?”

"this……"

"In addition, Mr. Lynch, you need to know that this trip is based on the premise that someone will maliciously push you to the front. Every flaw in your clothing may become a breakthrough for them to ridicule and ridicule. It is impossible to avoid details of ready-made clothing. It is not enough, it must be made by hand, and it must be made by top tailors. These professional masters are very busy and only accept orders from old customers. Most people cannot buy their services even with Rand pounds. The Lunt family happens to have a master they are familiar with, but he is only willing to serve the Valent family, so please understand the family's difficulties and be patient. I will prepare the clothes for you this time. I'm really sorry. "

Why do you say that I look like a pretentious bastard? Do nobles speak in such a terrible way?

Lin Qi was speechless. He stayed silent for a long time before muttering: "I have a bad stomach recently and can't eat food that is too hard."

"ah?"

"Nothing, I mean, it's my pleasure, thank you."

"Pfft, I used it right this time."

Miss Valente covered her mouth and laughed so hard that Lynch's eyes widened. Then she took a step back in panic, blushed and lowered her head, and led Lynch out of the carriage.

Only then did Lin Qi notice that he was brought to a very strange environment by this girl.

From the tall buildings in the distance, the gorgeous temple, and the tallest building that cannot be ignored, the Tower of Justice, it can be seen that this place should not be far from Crown Square. But this was the first time Lynch knew that as the center of the Rhineland, the Crown District, where land is at a premium, actually had such a neighborhood.

There are a whole street here with more than a dozen residential buildings. The buildings are very exquisite, beautiful and spacious, but they are all low-slung one-story buildings, which are particularly conspicuous among the surrounding three- and four-story high-rise buildings.

"When my grandfather came to the Rhine when he was a child, there was still a large settlement of craft masters. Unfortunately, just over fifty years ago, everything has changed, and only a few masters are still here. Especially in recent years, All that's left are the products of cold machines. They seem to be the same in appearance, but the artistic conception is so different. Oh, maybe times have really changed."

This is the inevitable outcome of industrialization, girl. It’s like a steam locomotive with enough coal. Once it starts running, it will crash into everything in the way. No one can stop it.

Approaching an unmarked house, Miss Valente pushed the door open without knocking.

The scene inside was completely different from the scene in Lin Qian's fantasy. There were no neatly arranged shelves, no mountains of fabric, and no startling mannequins.

This place is like a spacious Victorian-style living room, with bright windows, incense floating in the living room, and melodious tunes coming from the gramophone, but it adds a bit of tranquility to the room.

Two young girls were fishing in a corner of the room. As soon as they saw Miss Valente coming in, one turned around and ran towards the back. The other quickly came up to meet them. Without saying a word, she took them to the sofa with a smile. He stood up and offered steaming black tea, then lifted up his skirt and bowed slightly, then retreated to the corner again.

"Is it always so quiet here?" Lynch lowered his voice involuntarily due to the atmosphere.

"Well, Master Christian prefers quietness when he creates."

"Well? Christian, a lady?"

Miss Valente nodded with a smile on her face: "Yes, it's just that the hobby is a bit special. You may need to get used to it for a while."

"Little sloth, you are saying bad things about me again."

Puff, the elegant and low voice almost made the tea in Lynch's mouth flow back. This girl's slow temperament is really like a sloth, but looking at the folding fan that was about to move, Lynch did not dare to laugh at all. He quickly looked at the place where the sound came from with a straight face, and then whistled in his heart.

A very beautiful woman.

She was wearing a long red dress, tall, slender and well-proportioned, with a charming look between her eyebrows and eyes, and every move was full of femininity. Except for the heavy makeup, there was no flaw.

More importantly, as soon as he saw her, Lynch felt a sharp pain in his brow and a throbbing in his heart.

Soul-distracting, intermediate level.

Lynch subconsciously looked at Miss Valente, and was relieved when he saw the noble lady nodded to him imperceptibly.

"Is this the young man? This is the first time you bring a friend here, little sloth. Want one tomorrow? It's not a big problem. He has a standard figure and can be assembled with ready-made accessories."

As she spoke, the tall lady in a fancy dress stepped on high heels and walked gracefully to Lynch, looking him up and down. Being stared at by a beautiful woman like this, Lynch's face turned red soon and he didn't know where to put his hands.

"The boy is handsome, but too thin. He's not my type. I like muscular, strong and handsome men. What a pity."

Christian in the red dress hooked her finger at Lynch:

"Get up, let me see."

It's okay, it's nothing. It's just that the old lady took advantage of me. What's the big deal? Anyway, she is the one who suffered, not me.

Take a deep breath, Lynch gritted his teeth and stood up, opening his arms to let Christian's soft hands carefully explore his chest and back.

"Well, not bad, sleeves, No. 39, collar, No. 8, lapel, No. 23..."

The beautiful lady Christian stroked Lynch's body with her fingers, and reported the parts and numbers one by one. The two girls behind him wrote and drew on the notebook as usual, recording them one by one.

Lynch was poked by fingers, and the more he poked, the more it itched he felt. The fingers were poking him lower and lower, making his face flushed and restless. Christian refused to stay still and kept swaying in front of Lynch, so close that Lynch didn't know where to put his eyes. No matter which direction he looked, he could see Christian's shadow.

Long blond hair, plump figure, beautiful face, protruding Adam's apple, bright red dress, and slender high heels.

Wait, what did I see?

This is a man touching me all over?

The effect of the cat's favor broke out instantly. Lynch jumped up with a roar, rushed behind the sofa, and glared at Christian and Miss Valente. Miss Valente blinked and looked away, looking extremely innocent.

"Hehe, I've been discovered. What a pity, what a pity, but fortunately I've already measured it."

Christian flirted with her and snapped his fingers with a smile:

"It's working time now."

Swish, the whole room changed in an instant.