The adventurer at the bottom is fantasizing again.

Just as Lorraine had expected, he followed Eileen for a while and then he could no longer see the vendors pushing their food carts.

Fewer and fewer pedestrians were seen on the streets, and those who did appear were mostly well-dressed men and women, who looked either wealthy businessmen or members of the aristocracy.

Lorraine grew increasingly disheartened as he walked, until he saw the gilded oil lamp hanging in front of the shoe store, at which point his heart finally died completely.

"Where are you taking me?" he asked.

"Just follow along, stop talking nonsense."

Eileen was clearly still angry.

Lorraine believes her wallet can still be salvaged.

He watched the red-haired monk's retreating figure grow faster and faster, and cautiously probed:

"I think buying a chunky wool coat would be a good choice, don't you think?"

Eileen stopped, turned around, looked at him with disdain, and said impatiently:

"You're supposed to be a spellcaster, and you'll inevitably have to attend formal occasions in the future. Are you really going to go wearing that tattered, coarse wool coat?"

"Okay...okay..."

Lorraine knew she couldn't win against her; perhaps this was the price of teasing her.

Having had the experience of spending a lot of money on tents before, he is not particularly averse to spending money on comfort now.

The main reason I keep wearing those tattered clothes is because I'm too lazy to buy new ones.

Eileen quickly led him to a shop.

This shop looked much more unassuming than the ones around it; there wasn't even a waiter at the door trying to attract customers.

However, next to the door frame, there were many bronze plaques engraved with the family crest, with the shop's name written in cursive script on the top one.

"Felix Bespoke Clothing".

The two pushed open the door and entered.

Lorraine looked around.

The style inside the shop is almost identical to that at the entrance, with several rows of wooden shelves reaching the ceiling against the wall, neatly displaying various fabrics.

Apart from that, the store only had a few mannequins wearing ready-made clothes, and no other decorations.

An old man wearing round-framed glasses stood behind the counter. Most of his head was bald, with the remaining gray hair curled behind his ears.

He was measuring the width of a piece of dark blue fabric with a soft ruler when he heard the doorbell ring. He looked up and glanced at the two people who entered.

An expensive robe, a young woman with excellent manners, accompanied by attendants...

Big client!

Good afternoon, guests.

Felix hung the measuring tape around his neck, stepped out from behind the counter, and said slowly and deliberately to Eileen:

"Miss, what would you like to do?"

Eileen turned to the side, revealing Lorraine looking around, and said, "Make him some clothes, the kind that he can go out in public with."

Making clothes for servants?

This girl seems to be quite wealthy...

Felix was always very professional. He looked Lorraine up and down, and when he saw the line sticking out from his cuff, his eyebrows twitched almost imperceptibly.

"How should I address this gentleman?"

"Lorraine".

"Mr. Lorraine, please come this way."

Felix walked to an open space in the store, took a measuring tape from around his neck, and said, "Raise your arms to shoulder height."

Lorraine walked to his side, changing her posture as instructed without changing her expression, but in her heart she was already utterly despondent.

Damn it... He thought he was just buying a few ready-made items, but now they've all become custom-made.

"Mr. Lorraine has a great physique, broad shoulders and a narrow waist, he can pull off any style of clothing. Did he serve in the military before?"

After Felix finished measuring the last spot, he gave him a perfectly timed compliment.

"Thanks..."

Lorraine answered listlessly.

"Miss, would you like to choose the fabric, or should I recommend one?"

Eileen crossed her arms, tapped her arms lightly with her fingers, pondered for a moment, then pulled out several bolts of cloth from the wooden shelf and placed them on the counter.

"The coat should be navy blue wool, not too thick; the shirt should be smoky gray cotton, with a crisp collar; the lining should be dark red, and the cuff buttons should be pure silver..."

She recited them one by one as if they were her own treasures.

"Miss has excellent taste. These are only half a shade different from the styles currently popular in the capital. Did you live in the capital?" Felix asked in surprise.

Eileen nodded slightly, then reached out and touched another piece of dark blue woolen fabric placed high up, just about to add something.

Just then, the copper bell on the door rang again.

Lorraine turned her head to look, but before she could see anyone, an arrogant voice came from outside the door.

Felix!

The jacket I ordered last time still hasn't been altered?

That's what Father was supposed to wear to the Midwinter Festival banquet, and it still hasn't arrived. Now I have to come and get it myself?

A tall, thin young man dressed in luxurious clothes walked in, followed by a follower of similar age and two guards.

Felix's eyebrows twitched slightly, as if he was trying hard to hold back. He bowed slightly to the two people who were trying on clothes and said, "Excuse me, please wait a moment."

He then turned around, took a paper package from behind the counter, and handed it to the tall, thin young man, saying:

"Young Master Hawthorne, it has been revised according to your father's requirements, but we haven't had time to send it yet."

Hawthorne chuckled and tossed the paper package to his henchman. Just as he was about to reprimand the old man again, he saw Eileen selecting fabric.

That figure! That face! That aura!

His heart immediately stirred, and he reached out and pushed Felix aside, eagerly heading towards Eileen.

Good afternoon, beautiful lady.

Hawthorne stopped beside Eileen, gave a self-satisfied knightly salute, and adjusted his smile to its most perfect form, saying confidently:

"Please allow me to introduce myself—Hawthorne Blaine, son of Baron Blaine. May I ask your name?"

He believed that no woman could resist his extraordinary charm, and he had already begun to imagine the wonderful story that would unfold tonight.

"This dark blue fabric is quite nice, it suits him well, let's make another set of this."

Eileen held up the cloth, gestured to Lorraine who was standing there dumbfounded, and nodded in satisfaction.

Why does this guy seem to be getting more and more handsome?

Could it be that she's fallen for him...? She suddenly felt her face getting hot.

Hawthorne was taken aback when he saw that the woman in front of him had a slight blush on her face. He then followed her gaze.

A servant standing there, lost in thought.

But why was she looking at the servant?

Could it be... that I've become this handsome?

She didn't even dare to look at herself?

Hawthorne slowly curved his lips into a smile, then stepped to the side in front of Eileen and said with a bright smile:

"Miss, the fabric of this dress is indeed..."

"Get out of here."

Eileen frowned, looking rather displeased.

She was already in a bad mood today, and after realizing that she seemed to have fallen for that awful guy, she became even more furious and embarrassed.

But where did these flies come from?