Embarrassment of Golden Dragon Tails

White Rock City, located on the border of Sharan, lives up to its name, with a solid city wall made of local specialty gray-white stones.This small town has more than 8000 residents and is the largest town near the random forest.In addition to the gray and white solid stone, Baishi City has another specialty: it has the most famous spice in Shalan, whether it is used for cooking or making incense.

White Rock City is about two days away from Vera's Mage Tower.The mage "decorated" Bishop Solon's gorgeous carriage, removed the emblem of Santis, and used spells to cover up all the flashy decorations, making it plain and low-key.

Tails was very dissatisfied with this. In his opinion, the mage completely destroyed the value of this carriage.However, Tails also understood that it was too conspicuous to drive a diocesan bishop's carriage stately.Therefore, he acquiesced in Vera's manipulation of his private property.But what made him even more dissatisfied was that the mage didn't want to stay in the carriage honestly, but insisted on squeezing into the narrow seat of the driver, er, to breathe fresh air.This made Tails very awkward. He always felt that he didn't know where to put his hands and feet. He couldn't help but pay attention to every move of the mage, and he often tidied up his shawl blond hair that was blown by the wind.

It was noon the next day when Vera and Tails came to White Rock City.

Looking from a distance, on the high gray and white city wall, every twenty feet or so stood a soldier holding a bow and arrow.They stood erect, staring warily at the distant horizon.

There were not many people entering and leaving the city gate, and the soldiers guarding the city looked serious, carefully checking everyone's credentials, and questioning them one by one.Seeing this scene, Tails couldn't help turning his head to look at Vera, and asked with his eyes——Whether Vera had any documents, Tails didn't know, but Long didn't have any identity certificates.

Vera raised an eyebrow at him and smiled, looking confident.Tails felt relieved—it seemed that there was no need to cast charm or mental retardation.

After the mage showed his certificate to the guards, the attitude of the guards was awe-inspiring. They respectfully returned the certificates to the mage and paid tribute to the mage.Vera questioned them, asking why White Rock was so heavily guarded.A guard with curly red hair told him with a bitter face: "Master Advisor, you know, the situation is not very good recently. Those sons of bitches in Nilu have gone crazy, and they are calling. So , we have to investigate more strictly."

Vera didn't ask any more questions, and took Tails into the city.

After making sure that the guards couldn't hear him, Tails turned his head and asked Vera: "Master Advisor? Despicable mage, when did you have this position? Which guy with ashes in his eyes actually hired you as a consultant? ?”

"My dear servant, if I remember correctly, the guy you mentioned is the city lord here." Vera patted Tails on the shoulder and said happily, "As I said, within a radius of five hundred miles here Within, there is no better mage than me."

"Even if you are despicable and shameless, as bad as a rotten green dragon fruit?" Tails sneered unceremoniously.

"That's right, Tails, you have a very deep understanding of me." Vera sincerely agreed, and then he changed the subject and said, "However, I don't think your understanding of me is comprehensive. Therefore, I Dear servant, in order for you to have a deeper and more comprehensive understanding of me, you have to write down all your knowledge of me when you go back. Use the smallest characters to fill five inches of parchment."

"Despicable mage! Your plot will not succeed! I can't write a single word!" Tails gnashed his teeth and growled in a low voice.

"We'll talk about it later." Vera blinked at Tails, gestured forward, and said happily, "It's a rare time, enjoy it."

Tails followed the eyes of the mage, and saw that the wide bluestone street was deserted, and there were hardly any pedestrians, and the only pedestrians were in a hurry.On both sides of the street, most of the shop doors are closed, only a few are half open.

A troop of soldiers came across the long street, wearing chain mail bearing the emblem of the cattail flower, and marching solemnly, holding spears, the sharp points of which gleamed coldly in the sun.

Tails turned around silently, pointed at the sparrows jumping on the long street, and looked at Vera suspiciously, "Is this what you mean by 'enjoyment'?"

Vera shrugged and said lightly: "Exactly, don't you prefer to squeeze around in the crowd? And I think we don't have to guard against thieves now."

"Well, I hope the shops selling clothes are not closed." Tails raised his head, and handed the rein to the mage reservedly, "Hold it, I don't know the way."

The mage took the reins and skillfully drove the carriage to its destination.

The Needle and Spool ready-to-wear shop is on another, relatively wide street.The mage and his servant stopped the carriage at the door of the tailor shop and knocked on the door of the tailor shop.The owner of the clothing store is about fifty years old, with a slightly hunched back, thick calluses on his fingers, and age marks on his brown face.His clothes are simple and elegant, which cleverly conceals the defects of his back.The tailor squinted his brown eyes habitually, looking up and down at Vera and Tails.

Immediately afterwards, he recognized Vera.So, he showed a flattering smile, and graciously welcomed the mage and Tails in.

According to Vera, Mr. Howson is the best tailor in Baishi City, and the lord of Baishi City often makes clothes here.The shop is not too spacious, and the four rows of shelves are full of all kinds of clothes.Tails maintained his superficial reserve, pretending not to be interested in all this.However, his curious eyes gave him away—Tals hadn't visited any serious tailors except for the sleazy tailor in Don't Kill Me.He was dazzled now, and it was the first time he knew that there could be so many different styles of clothes in one store.However, Tails was disappointed: he didn't see any clothes as glittering as Bishop Solon.

If the sorcerer can't come up with a golden dress of equal value, then he must pay the price when he goes back!Tails secretly made up his mind.

Between the two rows of shelves, Vera was talking to Howson about the style he needed, and seemed to sense Tails' resentment. Vera turned her head, waved to Tails lazily, and greeted him: "Stay in a daze What are you doing? Take a look at these clothes and choose some that you like."

Tails turned over these clothes one by one, row after row, and he became more and more disappointed: there was no such thing as Vera said, the kind of clothes embroidered with gold and silver threads, not a single one of them. !

It seems that the mage must be compensated.At least half a year, no, a year of roasted deer legs with velvet leaves!That smell... that aroma... damn mage!Thanks to him, I haven't tasted it yet!

Tails clenched his fists, grinding his teeth together.

At this moment, Vera's sweet voice sounded behind him: "My dear servant, have you chosen yet? Come here and show me this dress."

Tullhold turned around, and asked Vera in a low voice through gritted teeth: "Despicable mage, where are they? Where are the clothes embroidered with gold and silver threads you mentioned? What if..."

He couldn't go on, and Vera stood in front of him, wearing a close-fitting beige long jacket and black trousers, revealing the collar and cuffs of a white ruffled shirt. The wide shirt cuffs covered half of the back of his hands, making his fingers stand out even more. slender.The waist of this jacket is very narrow, and the wide hem hangs above the knees. Tails' eyes moved down the clothes, and unconsciously fixed on the mage's narrow waist.

Tails felt his cheeks start to get hot again. He swallowed the words he hadn't said yet, coughed, and made a reserved evaluation: "It's not bad, but it's not as suitable as the one you threw away."

The mage kept smiling, watching him.Seeing the danger in those slender black eyes, Tails thought for a moment, then said, "I mean, at least it doesn't look like you're going to a funeral... Well, it suits you very well."

Vera stared deeply into Tails's eyes. After a while, he nodded and said with satisfaction: "My dear servant, you are very discerning."

Immediately afterwards, he walked around Tails, shuttled between the shelves, skillfully selected a few simple and elegant clothes, handed them to Tails, and ordered: "Tales, try these. Although there is no gold and silver thread, But they're easy to wear, and you don't have to worry about breaking them. Besides, I asked Mr. Howson just now, and he happens to have a vest here that's all embroidered with filigree. You can keep it, I think. My dear. Servant, good things are made for collection, not for wearing and ruining them, are they not?"

The mage's words sound reasonable, Tails nodded in satisfaction, took the clothes in the mage's hand, and followed the mage's guidance to the fitting room.

Watching Tails enter the fitting room, Vera said to the tailor easily: "Hey, Mr. Howson, now, give me the vest that the Santo ordered. There is still time, and you can make another one for him. I thought, just need to rush to work at night?"

Following his words, Mr. Howson's eyes became loose. He nodded blankly, and walked into the side door to get the vest made by the city lord.

When Tails finished trying on all the clothes, the mage gave him a satisfied smile and handed him a vest.On this light blue vest, gold and silver threads are intertwined and intertwined, skillfully embroidering golden roses and silver moon orchids.

Tails' eyes straightened.He grabbed the vest and rubbed it obsessively.

The mage patted him on the shoulder and whispered in his ear: "My dear servant, let's go, time is limited, and there are still many things to buy." After speaking, he picked up a few other clothes and walked out.

Tails hugged the vest tightly, followed the mage out of the tailor shop, and even forgot to say goodbye to Mr. Howson.