Lucien was very upset that he had been rejected by three tailor shops in a row. Even though he had brought the black yarn in from the very beginning, the tailors still refused to believe him and were unwilling to identify what kind of yarn it was. They were very wary of strangers like Lucien.
The market area was very large. There were more than ten streets in total. People were coming and going. Dwarves, elves, and other races were often seen. It was very prosperous. Therefore, Lucien soon found an elegant and clean tailor shop at the end of a street.
Behind the counter was a fifteen-year-old blond boy. He smiled shyly and said, "My master is making clothes in the back. My name is Banster. What can I do for you, sir?"
"Can you help me take a look at this black yarn?" Lucien had learned his lesson. He took out the black yarn in a roundabout way and asked.
Banster thought that Lucien was going to choose a similar black yarn, so he took it without any doubt. He rubbed it with his fingers and looked at it against the sunlight. He was more and more surprised, "Sir, this is the 'Black Nightingale' of the Kingdom of Holm. Only the real nobles can afford it. Where did you get it?"
Like the other tailors, he was very cautious and worried. Lucien, who was wearing a shabby linen jacket, could definitely not afford the 'Black Nightingale'. Even many rich people could not afford it. In this case, the origin of the black yarn was very suspicious.
Seeing that everyone had the same reaction, Lucien lowered his voice, "Don't worry. It won't bring you any trouble."
"Really?" A man in his thirties with a thin face walked out from the back of the shop. He was the owner of the tailor shop, McDowell. Banster was so surprised that he did not control his voice and disturbed him. When McDowell came out to check, he happened to hear Lucien's explanation.
You didn't drive me away directly? Lucien finally had a good interaction with McDowell. He could not help but feel a bit excited, "I swear in the name of the Lord. Look, there are already holes in it. No noble lady or lady will care about it. As long as you turn it into a lace or ribbon, no one will know what it used to be."
McDowell took the black yarn from Banster's hand and looked at it carefully. After a moment of silence, he asked calmly, "How much do you want?"
Lucien was so excited that he clenched his fists so hard that he almost waved them. However, the experience of the red-eyed rats made Lucien stay calm on the surface. He looked at McDowell and smiled, "I believe that you won't let me down, sir."
McDowell stared at Lucien's eyes for a few seconds. Seeing that Lucien was not in a hurry, McDowell said in a low voice, "Forty copper Fells. It's only this big, and there are holes in it. You won't be able to use it much."
"One Nar for a gorgeous long dress. If there are black nightingales as decorations, it will be perfect for noble ladies and ladies." Lucien held back his excitement and bargained according to the principle of doubling the price.
McDowell shook his head and gave the black yarn back to Lucien, "Fifty copper Fells at most. If not, you can leave with it."
"What a pity." Lucien took the black yarn calmly and walked out of the shop. But in fact, he was very nervous. Will he ask me to stop? Will he increase the price? If I miss this shop, I won't be able to find anyone else who wants to buy this kind of goods!
One step, two steps, three steps … When Lucien was about to walk out of the shop, McDowell's voice came from behind, "Eighty copper Fells. If I didn't happen to have a long dress with black nightingales as decorations, I wouldn't pay you so much."
Well done! With his back to McDowell, Lucien waved his right fist in front of his chest in excitement. Then he turned around and smiled calmly, "As you wish."
The eighty copper coins clanked in Lucien's pocket, making it bulging and cumbersome. But Lucien felt that the coins were indescribably cute.
Before Lucien left, McDowell stopped him again, "I don't know you, and I don't want to know your name. But in the future, if you can find more of this kind of precious cloth and it won't cause you any trouble, you can consider coming to my shop."
"It would be my pleasure." Lucien was in a good mood, so he smiled and slightly bowed to McDowell.
When Lucien walked out of McDowell's shop, he found that the sky was so blue, the sun was so bright, and the air was so fresh. Everything was so beautiful.
Eighty copper Fells was not a lot, but it was not a small amount either. It brought Lucien a lot closer to five Nars, and it also proved that Lucien could make money by collecting junk. For Lucien, this was the most important thing.
… …
"Brother Lucien, you're finally back. My brother is home. Mom asked me to invite you to dinner."
When Lucien was not far away from his room, he saw Elwyn standing in front of his door. Elwyn also saw Lucien at the same time.
"John, the eldest son of aunt Alisa? The young man who has become a novice Knight squire? " Lucien recalled the things about Elwyn's brother, and then he smiled to Elwyn, "Wait a second, let me wipe my sweat." Lucien could not let Iven see the ninety-two copper coins on him. God knew if Iven would blabber about it or not. Lucien decided to wait until he had enough money to pay the tuition fee. Lucien believed that he would not be doing this forever.
Elwyn answered with a smile, "Okay, brother Lucien. By the way, my brother brought back a piece of wild beef. They got it when they were hunting in the wild during their Knight training. Sir Venn gave it to everyone fairly. "
"Finally, I can eat stewed beef with potatoes. Since my brother was taken away by Sir Venn to train in the manor, I've only eaten it less than twenty times in the past two years!"
His dirty face was full of yearning and gluttony.
Chorre was considered a good street performer. Although his income was sometimes good and sometimes bad, it was much better than those who only worked hard. In addition, Alisa had been helping the textile guild with laundry chores, so their family's income was actually close to the level of a commoner. It was only because of John's training that they were not stingy with food, which made their life very difficult. They even occasionally had to ask old Evans for help.
When John was successfully selected by Sir Venn, the two of them did not have to worry about him anymore. Alisa began to plan for Elwyn's future life, but the result was that the food he ate was much worse than before.
Regarding this point, Lucien, who did not know much about this world, did not find it strange. Instead, he thought that it was very good for a poor family to be able to eat beef once a month.
After hiding the copper ferrule and casually wiping his sweat, Lucien followed Elwyn to Aunt Alisa's house.
Outside Aunt Alisa's house, there was a group of neighbors that Lucien was very familiar with. They were enthusiastically discussing:
"I heard that little John has become an official Knight's attendant of Sir Venn?"
"Alisa said it herself. She wouldn't lie!"
"An official Knight's attendant who is not even nineteen years old. Little John might really be able to awaken his bloodline power, obtain God's grace, and become a real Knight."
"Tsk, when that time comes, he won't be called little John anymore. He will have to call him Master John, or Lord John."
"He can't just call him that now. An official Knight's attendant is qualified to be an officer of the City Guard!"
"Chorre and Alisa are really lucky. They will have a good life in the future!"
Lucien looked at Elwyn doubtfully. Elwyn nodded heavily with a look of glory.
After entering the house, Lucien saw a young man with blonde hair and brown eyes stand up from the chair. John, who had inherited Chorre's appearance when he was young, was tall and handsome. However, the most direct impression he gave to Lucien was his calm and reserved temperament.
"I heard that something happened to you. I was very worried, but it seems that there is no big problem. Well, I'm relieved." John smiled and patted Lucien's shoulder. "Don't worry too much. It was just an accident. Just treat it as a test from God."
Dressed in a gray Knight's uniform, his figure was very slender. He treated Lucien like a mature brother, although he was only one or two years older.
Lucien smiled and replied, "It's not a serious illness. It's just that Aunt Alisa was too worried and a little nervous."
Elwyn echoed, "Yes, yes, mom doesn't believe me at all."
John smiled and patted Elwyn's head. "Go wash your face and get ready for dinner."
After Elwyn left, John smiled gently and gestured Lucien to sit down. "What's wrong? We haven't seen each other for a long time. Have we become unfamiliar? Lucien, we're good friends who grew up together. "
"I'm not used to it. Well, I didn't expect you to change so much." Lucien casually found an excuse.
John nodded seriously. "Knight's training is not only physical training, but also behavioral and spiritual training. It's very difficult, but also very rewarding."
After chatting for a while about John's training in Wayne's Knight's manor, Alisa invited Lucien to dinner.
There were only stewed beef with potatoes and grilled fish on the table, but Lucien, who had been eating black bread all day, felt that it was so delicious that he almost ate his own tongue. Chorre, because John had become an official Knight's squire, received Alisa's permission to eat beef and drink ale with satisfaction.
During the whole dinner, Alisa chattered happily. Chorre, Lucien, and Elwyn, who only cared about the delicious food and wine, only responded to her occasionally, which made her very satisfied. John, on the other hand, followed the Knight's Code and remained silent during dinner.
"Burp …" Elwyn's long burp ended the dinner.
John shook his head with a smile. "Elwyn, eating too much is bad for your body. Don't do this in the future."
Then he turned to Lucien and asked, "Lucien, have you thought about what you want to do in the future?"
Regarding this question, both Chorre and Alisa looked at Lucien solemnly.
Lucien answered cautiously, "I haven't decided on my goal yet, but I don't want to be like this anymore."
"Very good. Dissatisfaction with life is the power to move forward." John nodded with satisfaction. "The bakery and brewery in Lord Wayne's manor are short of manpower recently. They want to recruit a few apprentices, but for the next ten years, they will have to live in the manor. Lucien, think about it. When I come back on Monday, tell me your answer."
After becoming an official Knight's squire, John had the ability to change the lives of his family and friends. Although it was a little bit, it was very important.
In this world, there was also a myth of seven days of creation, so every seven days, a week of worship.
"Okay, John." Lucien had just earned his first bucket of gold in his life. He had a long-term and beautiful plan for the future. He didn't want to sell himself for ten years, but it was too strange to refuse directly. It was not in line with his current state of life, so he planned to refuse in a few days or next week.
John stood up, "Well, Lucien, since you're fine, I have to go back to Lord Wayne's manor before the city gate closes." Then he hugged Chorre, Alisa, Elwyn, and finally gave Lucien a big hug, "It's a pity that you can't read, Lucien. Otherwise, butler Downey just needs a clerk to help him deal with the village court. This is a well-paid and respectable job."
"I want to learn how to read." Lucien took the opportunity to say.
After a brief daze, John smiled. "Our Lucien is quite ambitious. Well, I'll help you figure out a way and see if I can find an opportunity. But the chances may not be high, and it may take a long time. You have to be prepared."
"Thank you, John." Lucien didn't pin his hope on John. He had his own path.
… …
After three days, Lucien still didn't find anything as valuable as the Black Nightingale. But now, he had one silver Nar and sixty-four copper Fells in his bank account. So he walked out of the city gate with great enthusiasm.
André looked at Lucien's back and said to Mago, "Why does this guy go out of the city every morning?"
"André, what are you talking about?" A kind voice came from André's back.
André's face suddenly became serious, and he quickly turned around, "Good morning, brother Jackson."
Leodos? Jackson, the leader of the Aaron Gang, had a very ordinary face. He looked friendly and modest, but if anyone was deceived by his appearance, then the end would be very miserable. Whether it was insidious and cunning, or sharp and ruthless, he was one of the best in the Aaron Gang.
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