Chris lifted the tent flap and went inside with Mia. The Player inside rushed out impatiently, like a husky let out for a run.
"Ah, Your Highness, he's inside. I'll head back to the fortress first."
Chris shook his head as he watched Little Knife leave.
Turning back, Chris found a chair in the tent and sat down. After having Mia and Aisha stand to one side, he began studying the middle-aged man standing before him in a yellow, belted robe.
Honestly, when Chris first saw that yellow robe, he instinctively mistook it for a Taoist robe. Only on his second look did he realize it was probably an ancient Greek robe.
A toga, in other words. However, robes of that style were generally white and made of linen. A yellow silk robe like the one this middle-aged man wore was relatively rare, and very expensive.
According to Chris's memories, this continent produced no silk. All silk was imported from overseas, and its price was outrageous.
He needed look no further than the silk robe on this middle-aged man. Its thin fabric was embroidered with grain, fruit, and flowers, with the colors of the patterns perfectly complementing the robe's yellow background.
A delicate gold trim edged the collar and cuffs, undulating like waves. A matching silk sash was tied around the waist, embroidered with simple grain and flower patterns that unified the robe's overall style and gave it a more tailored look.
The man's entire outfit was clearly the work of a master and worth a fortune. Judging by the memories of his body's former owner, Chris estimated that even selling these things secondhand would bring in enough money to equip twenty Foot Knights.
In other words, the Player who had escorted this fellow was from the twenty-fifth century and