Pigeon Feather Tailor Shop.
An ordinary tailor shop located on Fool's Gold Street in Newm City.
The shop was not large, nowhere near comparable to the neighboring Stone Hearth Bakery.
The interior decoration had nothing particularly striking about it either. In fact, because the shelves were packed with all kinds of fabrics, it even seemed a little cramped.
Business, however, was unexpectedly good.
The shop owner had most likely done detailed market research before opening.
Just like the shop's plain, unadorned style of decoration, the goods inside were basically all cheap, sturdy, and durable.
They suited Fool's Gold Street's position as a residential district for ordinary workers' families quite well.
Add to that its rather shrewd choice of location—the nearest competitor was three streets away.
All things considered, even though it had not been open for long, it had already gained plenty of returning customers.
If nothing unexpected happened, then judging by the current booming trend in the shop's business, it would not take too many years to earn back the initial investment and begin making a proper profit.
This was almost exactly the retirement life Jeff had dreamed of.
Thinking back to a few months ago, during what had seemed like an ordinary delivery job, he had lost his left leg, and had felt only that his future had gone completely dark.
At the time, lying all alone in Kalanfu'er's Sun God Church, he had even wondered whether he should simply end his remaining days then and there, if only to avoid becoming a burden to his children.
Fortunately, the kindly priest in the Church had comforted him then and helped him pull himself together.
He realized that the fact he had not died that night at the hands of that undead creature, but had instead been saved by