188: Chapter 104 Gift_4 188: Chapter 104 Gift_4 But to mistake Olivia, a girl of such delicate features, for a boy…
Would probably require disfigurement, otherwise, even if Olivia’s hair were shaved off, no one would take her for a male.
Leon sat on the swaying horseback, stroking his chin in thought.
Could magic conceal a girl’s identity from others?
…This question would have to wait until the next visit to the Mage Tower to ask Miss Lora.
However, after some thought, Leon clapped his hands, suddenly struck with an idea.
If Miss Lora possessed a spell to disrupt recognition, that would be optimal, but if not, perhaps it might not be so complicated.
If there were a way to change Olivia’s eye color, and given that she and Kovis had the same hair color, should unavoidable encounters arise, they could simply deceive others by claiming Olivia to be a distant relative of the Villanian Royal Family.
Shares the royal blood, what, is only the Orland Royal Family special?
Ha, blond hair and golden eyes, that’s a classic Villanian combination, so authentic!
Using a captivating and unique identity to mask a more sensitive one might also be a method…
After riding for a while and walking the rest, stopping and chatting, the two soon arrived at Farolis City.
Entering town, the two led their horses on foot, following the lively crowd entering the city.
Suddenly, Olivia said to Leon, “Before going to the castle, I’d like to visit the market to the east first.
Could you wait for me?”
“Are you going to buy something at the market?
I’ll come with you to help carry things,” Leon replied.
I can go alone, just buying some little things, I’ll be back quickly,” Olivia hurriedly waved her hands.
Leon didn’t mind much, his offer had just been a polite gesture.
This was not like strolling with the delicate ladies of past lifetimes.
Despite her delicate appearance, this girl was quite capable; if there was something she couldn’t carry, Leon would be of no help either.
Following the young girl as they squeezed through narrow paths, amid the noisy chatter of the pedestrians, they made several twists and turns, arriving at a considerably cleaner street.
The residents here wore neatly dressed clothes, the shops and hawkers along the road were more orderly, and there were two yawning guards in red cloaks standing against the wall at the street corner.
Across the street, the faint clanging sound of metal forging could be heard, perhaps a blacksmith’s workshop nearby.
Calling it a market, however, it clearly wasn’t the unmanaged, chaotic marketplace Leon had seen before.
“Remember to wait for me~”
Olivia waved at her companion and then quickly led her horse down a street.
Leon could only obediently wait in place.
With nothing to do, he looked around.
Those entering the shops on the street side clearly belonged to a wealthier class of citizens than those living on the western side of the town.
High-end tailor shops, jewelry stores, and furniture stores, which ordinary lower-class residents definitely couldn’t afford.
This place indeed reminded Leon of the bustling streets of Dragon Throat City.
Reflecting on the past, Leon’s gaze swept over a young couple emerging from a nearby tailor shop.
The woman, wearing a new dress, was beaming with joy, hardly walking straight, twirling around in front of her husband every two steps, which doubled the time it took to traverse a short street, but her husband only looked at her indulgently, and the two joyously strolled past Leon.
Looking back at the happy couple, Leon was struck by a thought.
He did indeed remember wanting to buy souvenirs for his friend back in Dragon Throat City, but at that time, being short on cash, he didn’t dare to spend recklessly.
He patted the pocket beneath his robe on the right side of his waist.
It contained the gold coins that needed to be exchanged at the city’s merchant guild, this was “public fund.”
And in another smaller cloth pouch, lay his personal allowance, conscientiously separated.
As if possessed, Leon headed towards the tailor shop.
Tying his horse at the door, he removed his hood and entered.
The respectable old tailor, hearing the sound, looked up from his table where he was measuring fabric.
Seeing the clean-cut young man enter, his face exuding a comfortable warmth and vigor, and wearing a magnificent noble’s sword, the old tailor immediately brightened and hurried over.
“Ah~ blessings of the gods, welcome~!
Esteemed sir,” the old tailor bowed, supporting his chest.
Whether it’s formal wear, casual attire, nightwear, or robes, gentleman’s or lady’s, Mr.
Salto Sr.’s shop has it all~!”
Eyeing the old tailor’s enthusiasm, Leon glanced at the readymade garments hanging around, which all seemed of fine quality, though he was unsure of the prices.
He tentatively asked the tailor, “I’d like to customize a simple ladies’ dress, possibly with a special design; I’m not sure whether you would be able to make it.”
“Ha, listen to what you’re saying.
Salto has been making clothes all his life, even a ceremonial gown for the queen – I can make that too,” the tailor boasted with fluctuating enthusiasm.
“Alright, do you have paper and a pen?
I can draw it out for you,” Leon asked, considering the dress he wanted wasn’t complex, although its style was significantly different from ordinary attire in this world.
we only have high-quality paper for drawing here, which really isn’t cheap, you see…”
“Don’t worry, I’ll pay you,” Leon waved his hand, adding, “Also, do you have any hair bands or accessories for sale?
“Any color you need, or even if we don’t have it, Mr.
Salto can make it for you, guaranteed to make the lady you adore fall for you~,” the old tailor chuckled, clapping his hands.
Hearing this, Leon scratched his face awkwardly, “Don’t spread rumors, it’s just a gift for a friend.”
The old tailor closed his mouth, not arguing further, nodding repeatedly…
hair bands as gifts, yet still just friends?