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Klaus changed into a brown hunting outfit and beret.

For ease of movement, Nathan also changed into hunting attire, but this gentleman cleverly chose one with a lapel design.

Ivan was too strong.

There were simply no complicated clothes that fit his size.

As soon as he stuffed it in, he heard the sound of the thread snapping, and Uncle Bud's heart ached.

In the end, he could only wear a linen shirt and trousers and an old-fashioned sleeveless leather wallet, but Uncle Bud provided him with a belt and suspenders so he could carry his weapons.

Sita's tail troubled the picky tailor for quite some time.

However, a flash of inspiration eventually led to the optimal solution—

A long shirt that flares out like flower petals from the waist down, paired with a belt and gathered sleeves, is both sophisticated and capable, without hindering movement.

I originally intended to just give it a perfunctory answer.

But the enthusiastic Uncle Bud insisted that "a magician should look like a magician," and he managed to turn him into a walking medieval movie actor.

The short, fitted dress jacket is sleek, but its design is extremely aggressive.

The black lapel is patchwork with a subtle patterned fabric, exuding understated luxury. The inner lining is a white stand-up collar shirt, with the tightly buttoned collar conveying restraint. Paired with black high-waisted trousers, the normally gentle aura is instantly overwhelmed by a strong sense of control.

But when it was Aurora's turn, Bard was stumped.

There are no nuns in town!

He rummaged through drawers and cabinets for a while, even considering recommending the store's prized possession—the wooden mannequin.

A purple, heavy velvet tutu that could crush a person.

Amid Aurora's horrified refusal, the uncle finally pulled two drab priest's robes from his old trunk.

In that very instant.

Uncle Bard's gaze suddenly unfocused, and he stared at the robe, muttering to himself:

"Strange, when was this made? A church...is anyone living there?"

He casually took a step forward, blocking Bard's view.

Are you kidding me!

What if it triggers some bad memories, and a friendly NPC suddenly mutates on the spot?

He smiled and took Bud's hand, which was wearing a thimble. "Uncle Bud, take this one. It can be altered and used."

"Hmm!"

Bard snapped out of his daze, his confusion instantly turning into professionalism:

"That works too. Raise the waistline a bit... This simple robe suits your temperament quite well."

Before leaving.

Bud refused to accept the gold coins that Klaus had painstakingly created.

Looking at the group of bright young people, he waved his hand with a sense of accomplishment: "Wearing these old clothes on you brings my brilliant ideas to life. That's more important than money!"

[I get it! Art students are here!]

[A fashion design student sheds tears. If it weren't for a few coins... seeing a great figure wearing clothes they made themselves is a million times better than giving a client a poorly finished project!]

[The man is a decent guy with good taste.]

The store was warm and inviting.

Uncle Bud's wife had prepared dinner and invited them to join them, but Renyi politely declined.

He crouched down and waved to the chubby boy hiding behind his apron.

"What's your name? Do you like watching the circus?"

The chubby little boy ran over shyly, nodded excitedly, then shook his head.

"My name is Anna... I've never seen a circus before..."

Anna?

Is it a girl?

After a brief, careful observation, he noticed the buzz cut, overalls, and aside from the large, bright eyes and rosy lips...

But aren't all kids like that?

"Then why don't you take your mom and dad to see it tomorrow?"

He rummaged through the system's inventory for a while and magically produced a [Deactivated Nightmare Crystal].

There are plenty of these things, and they're no longer harmful.

The small piece that was taken out separately is a special heart shape, both natural and exquisite, like some kind of expensive gemstone.

"Take it."

He casually took Anna's little hand, put the stone in, and said, "This is a very special ticket. It allows you to come to Uncle's circus for free forever."

The chubby boy held the green stone carefully.

As he saw them off, Uncle Bud was still reminiscing:

"This looks very valuable... You outsiders are so generous that it makes me blush."

When they could see the church in its entirety, the group stopped in their tracks.

"...Boss, are you sure this is a church?" Ivan stared in disbelief.

"Although this number is a bit high... churches in this era did indeed have a cemetery culture."

Aurora explained.

The church in front of us is not large. The white paint has peeled off, revealing gray stone bricks. The grass on both sides is withered and covered with tombstones, even in front of the gate.

However, they were all neat and tidy.

To have a place to rest in peace like this... is probably already very fortunate. I casually stepped over the collapsed wall, avoiding a stone tablet inscribed with the words "Eternal Rest":

"Let's go... Aurora, let's go see your 'office'."

"..."

Aurora had a hard time keeping a straight face.

The slight tension I had felt earlier had completely vanished.

The church's heavy wooden door was ajar, and a dim candlelight shone through the crack—

There's someone here?

"squeak--"

He knocked politely on the door and then pushed it open.

The harsh, grating sound of the wooden axle rubbing together sounded eerie and jarring in the empty room.

It wasn't as scary as I'd imagined, but it was quite dilapidated.

The benches were covered in dust, and the air smelled of cheap candle smoke. Under the cross directly in front of them, a dark figure stood with his back to them, seemingly busy with something.

It was a man wearing a black robe.

His hair and beard were a mess, like a ball of yarn that had been fought over by several cats.

Upon closer inspection, it was clear that the person was haphazardly wiping the statue with a rag so dirty that its original color was indistinguishable.

The man then slowly turned his head as if he had suddenly noticed them.

His eyes were not friendly; they were dull and impatient. After looking him up and down a few times, he stretched out his hands.

Are they going to make a move so soon?

Ivan instinctively took half a step forward, his eyes fixed on the man's hand.

As a result, the man quickly made a series of impatient gestures towards them.

"Whether you want to pray to God or court death, get out of here!"

"..." Ivan was completely bewildered.

"Boss, is he swearing?"

Walk forward at will.

He took out a black robe he had taken from the tailor shop and handed it over.

"Good evening, Father."

Amidst everyone's astonished and uncertain gazes, he gestured fluently and naturally.

"The tailor asked us to deliver your newly made clothes."

"It's getting late, could we stay here?"

Aurora and Sita looked at each other, completely bewildered.

The disheveled priest stared at the brand-new robe in Renyi's hand, remaining motionless for a long time.

Finally, he snatched the robe away menacingly, tilted his chin to the right, and then walked to the side door on the left and slammed the door shut.

"Bang!"

After a long silence, Sita asked curiously:

"Boss, what did you just say to him?"

I said,

He walked arbitrarily to the small door the priest had pointed out, wiped away a centimeter-thick layer of dust with a finger, and mumbled incoherently:

"I am your long-lost Holy Son."