old dream

Chapter 297 Dresses, Spies and Clubs

In an elegantly decorated clothing store, there is even an old piano in a corner of the room.

But that was more than just decoration, as it was clearly marked with recent use.

Boyd Elvis doesn't seem to be very interested in clothes, at least not on any of which her eyes are visibly lingering on.Colin rubbed his chin, seemingly hesitating to choose, but his eyes always looked out of the window, at the entrance of another building across the street.

According to the records in the dossier, that is one of the places where the target is often active.

Because there is still more time, he is not in a hurry.

The only clerk was busy dealing with another customer.The large storefront is a little deserted, and I don't know how to maintain it.After all, this is already Danaro's embassy area, and the rent is probably a lot of money.

After about half an hour, the owner of the clothing store arrived late.

The clerk was obviously being lazy, but the owner didn't seem to notice anything. Instead, he smiled and expressed condolences to the clerk, and sent the clerk pastries in a delicate basket.The owner is wearing a chiffon skirt with intricate patterns, the kind worn by upper-class women when they receive afternoon tea. He doesn't look like a businessman at all.

After greeting the clerk, the owner saw Boyd Elvis not far away.

At this time, the puppet was holding Colin by the corner of his clothes in a slightly timid manner. The shopkeeper's eyes lit up obviously due to his pitiful appearance.She walked up behind Colin and called twice:

"Sir, sir?"

There was no cautiousness in the voice of service personnel, but it was like a hostess in a mansion entertaining guests.

Colin looked back across the street, the shopkeeper briefly greeted him, and then continued:
"If you don't mind, maybe I can choose for her?" She put her right hand on her chest, recommending herself to the guests.After saying this, the owner bowed his head and gave the doll a friendly smile.

"Oh, that's an honor..."

It's not impossible, they are also worrying.Colin thought about it, hesitated and said:
"Why don't I trouble you..."

Because the shopkeeper's eyes seemed to be shining faintly, Colin couldn't help feeling a little worried.But at least Bod Ives didn't resist, indicating that she didn't perceive malice or other strange desires.

So he let go of his mind and walked to the seat beside him.

The clerk who was carrying the pastry leaned his back against the display window, looking at it with a lack of interest, thinking that the inexperienced hostess might be working in vain again this time.After all, those two didn't look like they could afford these clothes either.

Or she just doesn't care if she can sell the clothes.

The clerk was eating the refreshing and fine cream on the cake spoon by spoon, thinking with a little reluctance.

For myself, it is a livelihood that cares about every ounce, but for others, it is just an interest to pass the boring time.

The owner of the shop showed a look of anticipation. She was thinking about it seriously, and shuttled up and down the shop like a bird that only wanted to build a nest, bringing pieces of clothing that she thought were suitable in small steps.

The pile of clothes piled up in Boyd Elvis' hands, almost covering his face, and finally he could only hug him with both arms.

While choosing clothes, the owner chatted about trivial matters.She said she came back from Yago.

"Yes, it is the lost capital of the world that people say."

Most tailors and clothing store owners in the Principality of Edmond would say this sentence, but Colin felt that this time it should be true.

There she studied with masters, and although she was not talented enough to be a designer, she dreamed of returning to Danaro to open her own shop.

But now this dream has been realized, so it is changed to help the passing beauties match the best clothes.

It's like living in another world in this increasingly turbulent city.

Even with the lower half of Bold Elvis's face hidden under a thick scarf, the owner's maternal instincts are overflowing with her appearance, and now all she wants is to make her look good and clean.

But when the shopkeeper reached out to take off the men's scarf, Boyd Elvis suddenly cupped his cheeks with both hands.

The puppet raised its eyes towards the shopkeeper, and the depths of its jewel-like red pupils revealed a hint of hostility.

"I forgot to say." Colin explained, "This kid doesn't want to be seen."

It seems a bit troublesome to try to confuse this question.The next moment, there was a trace of sadness in his eyes, and his voice became low:
"She has always wanted to be strong, but she was injured when she was a child... There is a deep scar there."

So never take off the scarf.

"Oh, what a pity..."

The shopkeeper covered his mouth regretfully, and looked at Boyd Ives even more lovingly.

The puppet entered the locker room, and Ke Lin was temporarily relieved, and continued to observe the people entering and exiting at the opposite door from the corner of his eye.

After a while, he saw the "target" appear at [-]:[-] in the afternoon, and his action habits were exactly the same as those recorded in the file.

"Speaking of which, the proprietor's wife."

After the target entered the door, Colin asked curiously:
"What's the place on the opposite side?" He asked, "Why didn't there be a signboard, but so many people went in?"

And mostly women.

The shopkeeper who was fiddling with clothes turned around and took a look:
"Oh, that's Mrs. Tovarna's club," she explained:
"Because it's a private membership system, we won't hang out the signboard."

Tuwana is the target's name.The full name of this Otu woman has more than 30 syllables, and most people just call her "Mrs. Tuwana".

"Have you visited the club, too?" asked Colin.

"Yes." The shopkeeper held his hands in front of his chest and said with a reassuring expression:

"There are so many memories there."

Lucky coincidence?Or is it that there are already quite a few members of the Tuwana Club.

Colin originally guessed that the shop owner should be the wife of a high-ranking official in Danaro, or depending on his age and appearance, he might also be a mistress.

To gain further insight into the nature of that club, the identity of the owner had to be asked offensively.

"This store doesn't seem to be in good condition." Colin looked around and said, and now there are only two customers left:
"It will be difficult to maintain."

"It's okay, because I don't depend on this store for my life." The owner said, his always bright eyes seemed to dim a bit.She whispered:
"I'm working in the palace."

At this moment, the curtain of the dressing room was opened, and although it took a lot of time, Boyd Ives was still dressed crookedly all over, but this did not raise suspicion, because the clothes were too complicated, petticoats, corsets , blouses, dresses, coats, from the inside out.The shopkeeper came forward to help her tidy up full of compassion.

I always felt that the shopkeeper was a little too hard, because Colin found that he couldn't take his eyes off.On the doll's chest is a thin lace blouse and stockings that are as delicate as the white mist in a winter morning.

The lambskin shoes on his feet were not tied properly and were impatiently kicked aside.

"Cough, cough, cough." Colin coughed in a disguised way:

"Aren't there still a few sets?" He asked:
"Why don't you try them all."

(End of this chapter)