"Bartoli, let's go buy some clothes for you first!" Abel said as he pointed at a clothing store. Not only Bartoli's clothes, but he also needed to buy some new clothes for himself in preparation for his official visit to Master Robin. His original clothes were already too small due to his body's constant growth.
The signboard of this store said that it was custom-made clothes for humans, dwarves, and elves. Abel didn't expect there to be a store that made clothes for humans in a dwarven city. He left Black Wind at the entrance with Bartoli and walked into Raphael's clothing store.
When they pushed open the closed door of the store, a crisp bell sounded, followed by a gentle voice, "Hello, I am Raphael. Welcome to Raphael's clothing store!"
Abel couldn't believe his eyes. The person in front of him was a young female elf. She just walked into a random store in a dwarven city, and it was opened by an elf.
"Dear customer, you don't come to dwarven cities often, right?" Raphael said with a smile when she saw Abel's surprised expression.
"Yes, how did you know?" Abel nodded and asked.
"Dwarves are not good at business, so most of the shops in this city are run by humans or elves," Raphael explained with a smile.
"Please choose a few suitable casual clothes and formal dresses for me and this lady beside me. If you don't have anything suitable, please make it for us!" Abel said with a smile as he pointed at himself and Bartoli.
Raphael scanned Bartoli from head to toe. When he saw the luxurious robe Bartoli was wearing, his eyes couldn't help but light up. He exclaimed, "This lady's robe is so beautiful. I wonder which master made it."
Both Abel and Bartoli didn't answer her question. Instead, they just smiled.
Raphael knew what the two were thinking. She quickly changed the topic, "This lady's clothes are ready. You can try them on now, but I'm afraid your clothes will have to be custom-made!"
Since Abel's body had been modified by the dragon core, his body had become even stronger. His muscles were much bigger than before, so he had to wear a long robe. Even so, it couldn't hide his burly body.
"Sorry to trouble you, but how long will it take?" Abel asked.
"Five days!" Raphael said with a smile.
"I'll pay double the price. I need it urgently. When can you make it for me?" Abel said with a rich tone. He didn't want to wait too long for a few pieces of clothing.
"Tomorrow!" Raphael's eyes lit up, and she chuckled.
"Well, you can choose the clothes for this lady first!" Abel shook his head slightly. It seemed that money could settle everything.
"Don't think I'm greedy," Raphael explained as she picked out the clothes for Bartoli.
"Oh? Then what's going on? " Abel looked at Raphael strangely. This elf was very young and beautiful. She must be very capable to open a shop in such a faraway place, but it seemed like she had a reason.
"It's all because Master Bennett's lotion and conditioner are too expensive, and I'm a young elf. I don't have much money, so I just want to earn as much as I can before I get old. That's why I want to buy enough lotion and conditioner before I get old. How happy would that be!" Raphael's eyes were filled with longing for the future. The news from Angstrom City was that Master Mara had returned to her youthful appearance after using her 'lotion' and 'conditioner.' Grand Duke Edwina was the same.
Abel didn't expect himself to be the cause of the elves' greed. He couldn't help but smile bitterly. Although he had left the elves, he didn't want to stop providing potions for the elves. These potions could better maintain his identity as an elf, and it was also a decent amount of wealth.
Even if a woman had lived for more than ten thousand years, she was still very picky when it came to choosing clothes. First of all, it had to be in line with her identity as a housekeeper. Bartoli didn't forget her identity. Secondly, it had to be in line with her aesthetic standards. This point made the two women discuss for a long time.
Abel took out the Knight's inheritance out of boredom. Suddenly, he heard Bartoli's voice, "Master, I'm done!"
"I'm done!" Abel put away the Knight's inheritance. He saw Bartoli's face blushing, which was rare for her. It seemed like she was shy from the excitement just now. She had changed into a set of white casual clothes. The style was not flashy.
After Abel paid, Raphael enthusiastically sent him and Bartoli to the gate. Raphael was shocked when she opened the gate.
A row of dwarf Knights in golden armor was waiting outside. Behind these dwarf Knights was a luxurious carriage.
As soon as Abel walked out of the gate, he heard a forthright voice from the carriage, "Respected Master Abel, Miah City Poffo welcomes you!"
"It's the city leader!" Raphael quickly covered her mouth. She looked at Abel and then at the dwarves in luxurious clothes who were getting off the luxurious carriage.
"Lord Poffo, I'm just a homeless person. You're too kind!" Abel bowed back. Although he was not wearing luxurious clothes, no one dared to look down on him.
Although the road was blocked, which made it very inconvenient for people to pass by, both dwarves and humans showed great enthusiasm when they heard Poffo's words.
"Master Abel, he really escaped!" This was the reaction of the merchants from the human world when they heard Abel's name.
"Master Brewer, he's here!" This was the first reaction of the dwarves when they heard Abel's name.
No matter what the reaction was, one thing was clear: Abel's fame did not decrease after he became a wanted man. Instead, it increased because of this incident. Because of his escape, every single one of his magic weapons became the best. Especially the unique stability they showed in practical use, which made countless Knights crave to get their hands on a magic weapon made by Master Abel.
The rise in the value of magic weapons further increased Abel's fame. He was now more famous than most old master blacksmiths.
"Master Abel, did you hear that? Your wine is very popular among us dwarves!" Poffo laughed.
"Too bad my ability is limited, so I can't make a lot of it!" Although Poffo seemed to be asking for some wine, Abel did not dare to say yes. He did not want to stay and make more wine.
"I've had the pleasure of tasting your wine before. It's the best wine in the world. When I heard Master Abel was coming, I prepared a feast in my manor. The wine is not as good as yours, but the dishes are prepared by the best chef in the city!" Poffo pointed at the luxurious carriage and invited Abel.
"Master Abel, how long has it been? I heard you were here, so I hurried over!" Abel heard a familiar voice when he was hesitating if he should decline Poffo's invitation.
"Master Thorin, why are you here?" Abel was overjoyed. It was Master Thorin, the same master as his teacher Bentham. He was very happy to see someone he knew here.
"I'm here to attend the Blacksmith's Guild's gathering in Chiner City. Didn't you receive a notice to come to the Earth Dividing Basin?" Master Thorin asked curiously.
"Master Thorin, I didn't receive any notice. I'm here to visit Master Robin!" Abel shook his head.
"Master Abel, I'm here to officially invite you on behalf of the Blacksmith's Guild. You are invited to the gathering in Chiner City!" Master Thorin said with a bow.
"Master Thorin, I accept the invitation!" Abel quickly bowed back.
Poffo grabbed Master Thorin's arm and said, "Masters, why don't you come to my place and have a meal first? Master Thorin, we are old friends. You should at least give me some face!"
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