This necromancer is going to seduce the beautiful girls who are already dead.

Although the boss was completely baffled, he still sold the fabric to Flora.

A piece of black cloth with a simple print was indeed not expensive; two Imperial Coins were enough to buy it.

Flora also used her good looks to secure a spot in the back workshop of the clothing store.

There are actually many clothing stores on this street, but Flora didn't go into any of them. Instead, she specifically chose this tailor shop because she knew that it would be difficult to buy suitable clothes with two Imperial Coins. The best way to get a set of clothes to give to the Abyss from this guy was to make them herself.

Of course, the boss wouldn't let Flora and Abyss go into the back workshop alone. He had one of the shop assistants watch the shop while he followed the two of them into the workshop to see what Flora was planning to do.

"You can use any of the tools here, and the cable is free," the owner said. "But please don't damage anything here, or I will still ask you to pay for it."

The boss naturally didn't trust Flora much. What kind of handicrafts could a young lady from such a privileged background do? It was already a miracle she didn't prick her own fingers.

That's why he made it clear upfront that if Flora broke his sewing tools, he would really make these two strange guests pay for it.

"I understand, I will use it carefully." Flora nodded to the boss and sat down on a stool in the workspace.

Before the shopkeeper could react, Flora suddenly pulled out a small pair of scissors from her person and snipped the black fabric she had just bought, which was worth two Imperial Coins.

Then, she stretched forward with the arm holding the scissors, grabbed a corner of the fabric with her other arm and pulled it back, and the fabric was directly separated by the sharp scissors.

Flora's hands did not tremble at all; her movements were decisive and precise. Her eyes were bright and alert, a stark contrast to her somewhat timid demeanor just moments before.

"Huh?" The boss was taken aback.

Flora's movements were very fluid. After separating the fabric, she quickly folded the fabric that had already been cut into shape in her hand, and then made a few more snips.

Most fashion designers, like the boss watching Flora sew right now, need to draw a design sketch first to make a pattern. They don't just start cutting and shoving like Flora does. Clothes made so hastily might not even fit a person.

It turned out to be just young people fooling around. The boss breathed a sigh of relief.

Once the girl realizes she has no talent for sewing, the shop owner can take the opportunity to recommend the clothes already made in the shop or promote the shop's custom clothing service. That's the real business opportunity.

But Flora's next move made the boss feel something was off.

Her hands, gentle yet firm, folded the fabric and placed it on the magic-driven sewing machine in the shop. She performed these movements with an almost unnatural ease; she could make judgments based on the feel of her fingers alone, without even looking at the fabric.

The sewing machine started up, humming as it moved the needle back and forth across the fabric, and within a few breaths, the edges of a garment appeared.

The shopkeeper's gaze grew increasingly surprised—he was an expert, and when he saw Flora halfway through sewing, he had already realized that the clothes this young lady was sewing would fit the young gentleman's figure perfectly! Moreover, the style of the garment was quite elegant, a unique design with a strong ancient style yet also incorporating trendy elements!

What... what kind of power is this?!

The boss was so surprised he couldn't speak, staring in disbelief as Flora busied herself.

In less than half an hour, Flora had used up the piece of fabric completely, with nothing wasted except for some small scraps.

At the same time, a stylish long coat appeared in everyone's sight.

“I always carry the buttons with me, and I just happened to use them.” Flora smiled and turned to Abyss, saying, “Your clothes are ready.”

The boss was completely impressed by Flora's craftsmanship. He originally thought Flora was just messing around in this workshop and would obediently go back when she realized she couldn't make the clothes. But he never expected that Flora was a master who could make a very beautiful garment without even needing a pattern, just by feeling.

Abyss put on the coat Flora handed her, and it fit her perfectly, without chafing her armpits or neck at all. It was as if a court tailor had specially made it for Abyss after taking her measurements.

"So you've already learned sewing to this level by yourself? It seems you have a real talent for handicrafts." Abyss looked at Flora with some surprise. "I originally thought you would use this fabric to make me a scarf or something."

“Because I really enjoy it, I often study it and even consult with people who are experts in this field.” Flora nodded with a smile. “How do you feel?”

“Yes, I like it very much. Its quality is already good enough to sell for twenty Imperial Coins,” Abyss nodded.

The shopkeeper chimed in, "Sir, if this were sold to us, it would likely cost over a hundred Imperial Coins. If it were custom-made for a nobleman, using higher-grade materials, the price could increase several times over. The design is simply ingenious; did Miss really create this on a whim?"

"Yes, I made it on the spot. I rarely make clothes from a single piece of fabric; this is the first time," Flora replied.

"I underestimated your skills before. I never expected you to be such a hidden master seamstress," the shopkeeper exclaimed sincerely. "I just don't know how you knew the gentleman's measurements so clearly. You didn't even use a ruler."

“That…that’s because…” Flora suddenly blushed. She hesitated for a moment, then glanced at Abyss standing beside her, looking at himself in the mirror. She composed herself before saying, “Because he used to ride with me on horseback. I would hug him from behind, so I memorized his size…I could feel it with my arm.”

"Ah, this..." The boss suddenly felt like he had been fed a huge spoonful of dog food.

You shouldn't have asked that! You were so busy marveling at this young lady's sewing skills that you forgot they were a young couple deeply in love!

At that moment, Abyss, who was looking in the mirror, suddenly turned his head and seemed to casually smell the scent on his clothes.

Neither Flora nor the boss noticed the flicker of wariness in his eyes.

Chapter 366 Clues of Scent

“Rebecca.” Abyss’s voice rang out in the shared mind.

Rebecca was still probing with the other girls to see if the nearby vendors might be puppets of the evil god when she heard Abyss suddenly call her. She immediately asked, "What's wrong, Abyss? Have you discovered anything unusual?"

“Please investigate the town gate,” Abis said. “The town’s main products are flowers, and then wheat. I just smelled a strange odor on the fabric I was selling here. The fabric must have been imported from outside. It may have come into contact with something strange when it passed through the town gate and picked up the smell.”

"Hmm?" Rebecca asked curiously, "What do you smell?"

“The smell of the walking dead,” Abyss said. “It’s hard to explain. It’s similar to the smell of a shark, but with a completely different atmosphere. I’ve encountered some natural dead before, people whose bodies are dominated by abnormal souls and who wander aimlessly. They smell like this, except for the smell of decay.”

"Understood, we'll look into it." Rebecca chose to trust Abyss immediately.

Although Abyss's physical attributes are now similar to those of an ordinary person, his keen sense of smell has not been removed. Abyss's sense of smell is still more sensitive than that of an ordinary person.

The scent that Abyss detected on the fabric was something that would have been impossible to detect without a keen sense of smell.

That's the taste of what the Abyss called "the walking dead." In this world, besides natural undead or low-level undead controlled by second-rate necromancers, there is another kind of walking dead: the puppets of the Lord of Delusion.

Their lives have lost their meaning; they are completely controlled by their own obsessions, acting under the remote control of a delusional master. This same quality emanates from them.

Although Abyss currently has no other way to identify the puppets of the Lord of Delusion at any time except by calling on Sheila for help, he has been opposing the Lord of Delusion for so long that it's impossible for him to miss any commonalities. The smell is the only flaw in the evil god's puppets, which appear to be similar to ordinary people on the surface.

The fabric Flora used to make his clothes seemed to have been touched by such a person, and it carried a faint, almost imperceptible scent.

Because the fabrics in the clothing store were stacked in layers, the smell was fortunately preserved and was detected by Abyss's nose.

Rebecca immediately set off to the city gate to inquire about the situation—all goods entering the town had to pass through the gate, and if this piece of cloth had come into contact with the evil god's puppet, then the place of contact was very likely there.

“Let’s go.” Flora took Abyss’s arm, a triumphant smile on her face. “So, am I done with my mission?”

Abyss snapped out of his thoughts and replied with a smile, "Yes, I'm very satisfied with the garment you made, so your task is a success."

Flora and Abyss waved goodbye to the owner and left the clothing store.

"Then... can you tell me a little bit about the surprise?" Flora asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

“Of course… The surprise this time… is that I’ll trade a small thing for something very important of yours,” Abyss said.

"Something very important to me?" Flora didn't quite understand what Abyss was talking about. "Is the little thing you're going to use to trade for it also very precious?"

“No, it’s not precious at all,” Abyss shook his head.

Flora tilted her head strangely.

Is this meant to make her suffer a loss? Or is there something else they're planning?

"If it's a surprise, shouldn't you be giving me something?" Flora asked after thinking for a moment.

“That kind of surprise is nice, but I don’t think it’s meaningful enough,” Abyss laughed. “I won’t reveal any further information. Let’s keep it a little mysterious so that it will surprise you enough when the time comes.”

Flora pouted like Leona, but quickly cheered up again.

Although Flora still didn't understand what surprise Abyss had in store for her, she already felt a great sense of accomplishment from making an outfit for Abyss today.

Abyss seems to really like this outfit.

And so, Abyss continued shopping with Flora, still wearing the dress.

……

"Hello, sir, I have something I'd like to ask you."

While Abyss and Flora were shopping, Rebecca had already arrived at the town gates. There she found the town's guard captain.

It was the squad leader's break time, and he waved his hand impatiently, saying, "Sorry, it's break time now, no questions."

"These might help you get some rest." Rebecca then placed a few Imperial coins on the table next to the squad leader.

Seeing the money, the squad leader raised an eyebrow, but didn't take it. He said, "Then tell me what questions you're planning to ask—judging from your maid outfit and accent, you're not a local, are you? And a maid? What do you want to know?"

The squad leader was quite vigilant; he seemed to suspect that Rebecca might be a spy.

“I’m an artist’s maid. We’re here to travel and document the local customs,” Rebecca said, moving closer to the squad leader. “I’m not a suspicious person.”

At that moment, a strange fragrance emanating from Rebecca wafted into the squad leader's nose.

The squad leader's doubts suddenly vanished.

Rebecca didn't just walk over. She had already anticipated that casually asking the local guard captain for information might make her seem like a spy, so she had applied a special perfume to herself beforehand.

This perfume can put people at ease, which of course includes dispelling the squad leader's suspicions.

"Oh...I see." The squad leader only knew that his doubts had naturally disappeared, and he didn't feel anything else strange. "What do you want to ask? Tell me."

“I’d like to know, when all those trucks come into town every day, have you seen any strange people—like those who are particularly obsessed with something, or those who look like the living dead?” Rebecca finally asked.

“There are a lot of people like that, of course you see them every day. Why are you asking this?” The squad leader spread his hands and said, “There are so many merchants and mercenaries coming and going. You know, there are a lot of weirdos among the mercenaries.”

“I have other characteristics: a cloth merchant from the Eastern Empire, whom you questioned because of his suspicious appearance—now can you guess what kind of person he is?”

Chapter 367 The Flaw of the Evil God Puppet

Rebecca was able to provide the squad leader with these clues not because she imagined them herself.

When Abyss told Rebecca about the smell on the fabric, he also shared his visual perception with her. Rebecca easily determined that the fabric's texture and pattern were from the Eastern Empire.

This is a synthetic fabric made using magic potions by the Eastern Empire. Because the manufacturing formula is patented by merchants in the Eastern Empire, it is impossible for this fabric to be produced elsewhere.

Therefore, the people who transported this batch of cloth were very likely from the Eastern Empire.

A demon god puppet who is already a walking corpse is very likely to arouse the guards' suspicion. Although Salt Lake Town has not yet fully evolved into a large city, it is quite wealthy and there are many thieves coming and going, so the guards are also very wary of such people.

“Ah…you mean someone like that…” The squad leader seemed to have agreed to accept Rebecca’s interrogation fee. “Well, there is one. He’s an Eastern Empire man who sells cloth. He seems a bit mentally unstable, so we’ve questioned him a few times, but we haven’t found anything out of him each time.”

“Please tell me in detail,” Rebecca said.

The squad leader, smelling the perfume on Rebecca's body, couldn't help but feel a sense of security, realizing that the girl in front of him was very reliable.

So he spoke very frankly: "He has sold cloth here four or five times. At first glance, this man doesn't seem strange, but once you get close to him, you'll find that his eyes are as red as a rabbit's. When we first saw him, we thought he was some kind of monster—you know about the evil god incident in the elven kingdoms a while ago—so we questioned him, but he said he just had an eye disease. We didn't find any smuggled goods or anything like that on him, and his mercenaries' weapons were all legal."