Lucia fastened Gigue's last button, then stepped back a few paces to examine him carefully from head to toe. She sighed in admiration.
"Young Master, you look really handsome in this outfit!"
Gigue put on a pair of black boots and walked over to the full-length mirror. In the reflection, he was dressed in black from head to toe, tall and lean.
Lucia walked up behind Gigue and wrapped her arms around his waist. Gigue naturally placed his hand over hers.
After lingering together for a moment, the two of them went out. After all, they still had business to attend to.
When they saw Garling again, he too was wearing a black outfit in the same style as Gigue's. Behind him stood a burly Golden Armor Guard wearing a helmet.
The Golden Armor Guard bowed to Gigue and said respectfully,
"Saint Gigue, I am Carlos, captain of the First Guard Unit."
Incidentally, the Figarland Family had five guard units in total. The First, Third, and Fifth Units were under Garling's command, while he had assigned the Second and Fourth Units to Gurando.
The Third Unit had practically already been handed over to Gigue by Garling. Of course, there was no need for him to formally hand it over, since Lucia was the captain of the Third Unit. It was only natural for Gigue to take command of it.
Garling looked Gigue over in his changed clothes, approval appearing in his eyes.
"Not bad. Now you look like a member of the Figarland Family."
With one hand in his pocket, Gigue said,
"I thought we were supposed to wear those white, pudgy sacks with fish tanks over our heads."
"Don't talk nonsense. You don't need to wear any fish-head coverings here. Besides, I think those clothes... are fine!"
"Uncle Garling,