Mystery: Outlander Gods of Bloodborne

Chapter 10

In the handmade suit shop, Yager was speechless.

Of course he noticed Xio across the street, and also saw the expression on her pupils shaking. It was obvious that she had spotted him.

Although he did not deliberately cover up yesterday when he robbed the rich and gave to the poor, it was a bit embarrassing to recognize him with only his eyes.

but it does not matter.

He greeted the shop owner who came out to greet him, with a dangerous arc on the corner of his mouth.

What he said before was not a lie.

Yager had indeed been watching Hugh, through his messengers.

This messenger is not that messenger.Unlike the spirit creatures native to the mystical world, his messengers are a group of creatures that resemble shrinking skeletons.As if it was his own bad taste a long time ago, these little creatures were all wearing black wide-brimmed top hats, which set off their bloodless faces and made them cute.

Couriers can shuttle in their unique invisible space and deliver messages for him.

If Xio tries to inform, the messenger he left when we met yesterday will notify him, and as a location, allow Yagel to teleport to their same location in reality.

In other words, he could appear behind Xio at any time and execute her with one blow.

Heck, that might be a little too unkind for a poor lady who got robbed at night.

In fact, the courier was not originally left for Xio, Yager just subconsciously left couriers in most of the places he passed, allowing him to teleport within the entire Backlund area.

Hugh unfortunately became a side product.

At most, he was intimidated by a crumb hunter who suddenly appeared on the way to the Holy See to report.

In the handmade shop, the boss who was introducing the products didn't know that the customer on the opposite side had completed a whole set of evil plans in his mind, and he was still selling hard: "Sir, this retro Roselle-style coat is our best-selling this season."

"Look at these exquisite cufflinks and patterns, they are definitely worth the money, don't you really think about getting one?"

In the bright little shop, Jagel, who returned to reality from his thoughts, was unmoved.

Because he saw the tag 1 minute ago, 35 pounds.

Heh, it's more expensive than renting a house.

In addition to the two vintage pieces in the window at the entrance of the long strip shop, the wooden wall panels on both sides are also hung with intricate designs, which is dazzling at first glance. Only two classic pieces are pitifully placed in the corner at the end.

White lanterns of fine quality fell down from the ceiling, giving them a divine high-gloss.

"You're right, the style of Roselle's period is actually quite different." Yagel pursed his lips.

The smile on the boss's face gradually widened.

"So what is the customization process for the black one over there?"

The smile froze.

"Today's measurement, Mr. Pickup on Sunday, are you sure?"

"Of course, trouble."

"...seven pounds, thank you for your patronage."

Yager took out nine pounds from his pocket, and besides the clothes, spent another two pounds to order a matching hat and cane, and assembled Backlund's workplace suit.

Nine pounds for shopping, one pound for rebates, and the distribution is satisfactory.

The boss sighed and took out the tape measure, and opened the door at the end of the store: "Please come in. I need to measure your data."

The boss lamented the unpredictability of people's hearts, and took Yagel into the fitting room.He swung the white measuring tape away vigorously in the air, making a 'snap' sound, then closed the wooden door casually, and began to measure his arm span and waist circumference by gesturing up and down.

There was a slight gap in the wooden door.

In the empty shop, only the gorgeous clothes are displayed alone.

As Yagel's figure disappeared behind the wooden carvings, a girl sneaked in.

Forsi pretended to be shopping, while looking around, while pretending to glance in casually.

Hugh, still too naive!
Can her out-of-control expression be concealed from Miss Forsi, who is scrutinizing every detail?
Right after the abnormality appeared, Fors kept paying attention to Xio.Sure enough, within 2 minutes Xio would start making excuses to go back to the East District and take her away from the shopping street.

And although Forsi agreed on the surface, and echoed that she would go home and write, in fact, she appeared in this store 2 minutes later.

She wanted to see what Xio was doing behind the scenes.

Compared to the superficially optimistic thoughts, Forsi actually has hidden worries.

The last time Xio showed this expression was when he mentioned Zigrins of Sequence Six, so this time it probably won't be much different.Sequence Seven if he didn't take her away immediately?
In order to investigate the cause of his father's death, it's not surprising that Xio was targeted by a powerful Extraordinary.

She couldn't leave her friend alone to take the risk.

Fors pretended to rub the fabric of the skirt in front of her, and her peripheral vision drifted towards the crack in the door.

The thin back of a young man can be vaguely seen through the small gap.The young man had taken off his outermost windbreaker and put it on the stool. He was wearing a shirt and measuring his arms.

Yager raised his left arm so the boss could measure the distance from his elbow to his shoulder.

"Our fabrics are all imported from the Southern Continent. Even the nobles of Intis favor this upright effect, which is both beautiful and practical."

While the shop owner quickly recorded the data, he couldn't help but continue to praise his clothes.

"Yes, your clothing is considered outstanding in the entire Backlund." Yager had to politely agree.

In fact, he was somewhat absent-minded in the windowless fitting room.

It's not the boss who chats awkwardly from time to time, but just across the door, there is a lady poking her head while looking at her clothes.

His keen perception has long been aware of her presence.

I don't think there is any danger, just
Seeing the fitting room through the crack of the door, isn't it too perverted for you? !If he hadn't just taken off his coat, he would have called the police by now!

Yagel showed a distorted expression, fidgeting and cooperating with the measurement.

Boys must protect themselves when they go out!
Even tentacle monsters.

Look no further! !

Outside the door, Forsi, who was completely unaware of the youth's collapse, continued to peek.

The gap was actually not big enough to see the young man's full face clearly, so she had to switch positions from left to right to try to complete the information from multiple angles.

"Turn around a little bit," she muttered in a low voice.

In the narrow shop, two anxious people appeared at the same time.

"Okay." A few minutes later, the boss finally spit out the words that relieved Jagel, and handed him a piece of paper from his pocket, "This is the voucher. You can come to the store after Sunday and show the voucher to pick up the clothes."

"Okay, thank you very much." Yagel quickly put on the windbreaker to relieve the feeling of being peeped with chills on his back.

The door of the fitting room was pushed open by the boss.

Inside the store, stood a girl with a salty fish temperament.Although the hair and skirt are quite neat, you can still see the perfunctory effort from the simple rubber band and the details of not wearing a waist.

The girl's bright eyes turned around as they appeared, allowing Yager to see her whole face clearly.

It was the companion of the girl who was robbed across the street before.

It's not just weird perversions.

Yager breathed a sigh of relief, and silently stopped his inner growl of questioning Backlund's heart.

Compared to Yagel, who started to relax, Forsi was taken aback by the sudden observation subject, and stuttered nervously: "Well, boss. Hello, how do you sell this dress?"

She prayed silently in her heart not to be noticed.

Fortunately, after the young man bid farewell to the boss, he gave her a strange look and left the store directly. He really didn't pay much attention to her.

But what does that look mean?
Forsi became tangled in her heart.

"Miss? Miss?"

"Ah, what?" Forsi, who was finally pulled back by the voice of the boss in front of her, asked subconsciously.

"This dress is fifty pounds, do you need it?"

"Fifty?!"

The female voice's broken question echoed in the shop.
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Five minutes later, Fors staggered into the alley.

"I hate profiteers, I hate Backlund, I hate capitalists!" While looking back with lingering fear, she kicked away the stones in front of her, venting her anger on the poor brick road.

"Fifty for a dress? Fifty? I don't even earn a few fifty from a book." Fors muttered in a low voice, feeling terrified at the danger of almost losing money. "Fortunately, I didn't rub the skirt."

"Hey, who did Xio offend?"

In the dark alley, Fors suddenly stopped, motionless.

The girl's soft back felt a cold chill.

A short blade shining with silver light rested on her waist.

"Are you looking for me?"

She heard a cold male voice say.

(End of this chapter)