Changing Clothes

Yor Clothing Store.

This place is located in the wealthy district. It is a famous store, not just in the Black Cave Settlement, but throughout the entire Holy Kingdom, where clothes and accessories easily cost hundreds or even thousands.

Because it is a large chain store, the owner behind the scenes is said to have significant influence. Coupled with the fact that The Church is located in the wealthy district, even the gangs of the settlement rarely appear around here.

At this moment, a man and a woman walked out of this bright and glamorous clothing store, immediately attracting the gazes of many passersby.

The young man was wearing a brand-new tan suit. In fact, the quality of a garment can be seen just from its external lines.

Now, under the suit, the young man not only appeared broader-shouldered and sturdier, but it also accentuated his tall and well-proportioned physique. The small vest underneath made his slightly thin chest look full and solid, and the elegant wing collar was full of high-class sophistication.

This is the design power of high-end clothing, which further highlights the wearer's charm.

However, compared to the young man, his female companion was actually the main attraction.

The girl's outfit did not look complicated; on the contrary, it was very simple: a form-fitting little black dress.

The dress, clinging to her skin, outlined the vibrant figure unique to a young girl. The curve extending from the armhole to the waist left enough room for her chest while making her waist look even slimmer. The well-placed slit design of the skirt allowed her legs to appear and disappear, making them look both slender and adding a touch of mystery.

Finally, the slightly serious black color, combined with a pair of red-soled high heels, neutralized the youthful greenness of the girl. While it wasn't quite "mature," the overall look gave off a playful vibe.

The surrounding passersby, after a glance, quickly lowered their heads, not daring to look any longer. At most, they sighed inwardly, wondering which young lady from some place this was.

For the Black Cave Settlement, outsiders are actually quite common, especially during the craze for the Relic Cave, when one could see unfamiliar faces in gorgeous clothes every few days, spending money in various ways within the settlement. Of course, now that the craze has faded, there are far fewer.

It is worth mentioning that because they are used to seeing people from many major factions, passersby who often pass through the wealthy district can easily distinguish whether someone wearing expensive clothes is a nouveau riche or a truly important figure.

The method is also simple: even a nouveau riche can grit their teeth and buy expensive clothes, but that aura—especially the girl in front of the clothing store—could be seen at a glance as someone who had never experienced wind or rain. The supple, fair skin that could only be maintained with excellent care was, in the eyes of the passersby, more representative of the girl's "wealthy young lady" status than any expensive or flashy clothing.

However.

I'm afraid the passersby were mistaken this time.

It was fortunate that they were far away; otherwise, if they had been a little closer, they would have heard this "wealthy young lady" from a big city, whom they assumed to be highly cultured, actually saying:

"Just these few pieces of ** rags? The fabric doesn't even add up to half of my previous coat! They actually dare to sell them for thousands? Who gave them the guts! The Emperor?"

"And these broken shoes, over five hundred! Can you believe these uncomfortable, clunky, broken shoes actually cost over five hundred!!? I... what the...—what a black-hearted, scamming shop, ptooey!"

"Spendthrift! Sucker! Old lecher! It makes me so mad! It makes me so mad!!"

Irin stomped her feet in anger, but halfway through, she seemed to realize that the "broken shoes" on her feet were worth five hundred after all, so she quickly eased up, feeling the pinch.

If the heels were this thin, what would happen if she broke them? Those five hundred would be money down the drain!

Seeing the girl's performance, the young man beside her looked clearly helpless, while simultaneously feeling that it was a very wise decision to have sealed Irin's mouth with a "contract" while they were in the store.

"Miss Irin, I'll accept the previous ones, but what was that 'old lecher' at the end?"

"Hmph, look at those female sales clerks in the store hovering around you! Their skirts were so short they could barely cover their butts! And just because you bought a few pieces of clothing, they immediately started shoving their business cards at you, batting their eyes, wishing they could just stick to you. These money-grubbing, flirtatious women—ugh, disgusting, disgusting!!"

Irin stuck out her little tongue vividly and made a vomiting gesture to match.

Liao Ji glanced at the dramatic girl beside him and suggested directly:

"If you dislike it that much, I'll return this set for you. It's not like we've gone very far yet."

Afterward, as expected.

Irin's voice, which had just been full of disgust and aversion, stopped abruptly and instantly became a bit flustered.

"That's... that's not necessary. These clothes may have little fabric, but the quality is decent. Besides, a black-hearted shop like this, once sold, definitely won't let you return it. And, and..."

Clearly, although the girl kept complaining about the clothes, she actually liked this black dress quite a bit in her heart. For Irin, the most intuitive feeling was the fabric. Having been used to coarse hemp that pricked her skin, she couldn't refuse the soft, smooth, and incredibly comfortable touch of this one.

Moreover, even if the girl didn't want to admit it, those damn designers of high-end clothing really knew how to capture people's hearts. She had always thought that as long as you had clothes to wear, it was enough, and that women who spent money on clothes were fools—until she put them on herself today.

Irin would not forget how she looked at herself in the store's fitting mirror, unable to even recognize herself. She had never imagined that clothes could change a person so much.

Men and games, women and clothes.

This saying seems to apply in every world.

The girl's voice became a little flustered as she racked her brains for a reason to stop the young man, until she saw the young man's smiling face and realized that Liao Ji had done it on purpose.

"Hmph! Anyway, that money swindled from the gang, you wouldn't give it to me even if you returned it, so why shouldn't I enjoy it!"

Irin tossed her head. One could see that the ponytail she had tied up with a knot for convenience when she was a scavenger had been undone by Liao Ji in the store under the pretext of changing clothes. This allowed the girl's coffee-colored long hair, just like her mother's, to be "unsealed." Perhaps due to natural genetics, the ends of her hair even had a wavy curl.

Perhaps because she wasn't used to long hair, Irin's toss caused her hair to sway along with it. The girl had no choice but to make the unfamiliar gesture of tucking her long hair behind her ears. It must be said, it did have a certain charm.

This made Liao Ji once again lament the strength of Irin's mother's genes.

And regret that such a good seedling had to have such a mouth.

With her skin cleansed by Holy Healing, her expensive and beautiful black dress and high heels, plus a completely different hairstyle, the current Irin had undergone a total transformation. Even the girl herself could barely recognize herself, let alone the gang.

They headed openly toward the southwest side of the settlement, where the black clinic where Irin's mother was located stood. It was sandwiched between the wealthy district and the territory controlled by the gang, known to the people in the settlement as the Gray Zone.

If one had to be exploited by the gang just to enter the gates of the settlement, then this Gray Zone went without saying.

But likewise, as a girl with "great ability," Irin naturally had a special passage to easily enter the Gray Zone.

And this time, the passage looked relatively reliable.

It was through the back door of a bar.

Haisha Bar.