"It's alright. I've never been one to stick to conventions," Kenley said with a smile.

Seeing his insistence, Tia didn't argue further. Instead, she gently placed her fingertips into Kenley's palm as he helped her down from the carriage.

Just then, a soft scoff came from the side. Kenley turned his head and saw a young man dressed in noble attire staring at him with a look of disdain.

"A peasant and a filthy vampire slave—what a perfect match," the noble sneered, deliberately raising his voice as if Kenley wasn't even worth his notice.

Appraise!

A glint flashed in Kenley's eyes as the young man's personal details appeared before him.

[Auber Arifin]

[Level: 8]

[Class: Scholar]

[Identity: Son of a Baron]

So, just a minor noble's son. Kenley didn't bother acknowledging him—he had no interest in wasting time on such people. Tia's identity was rather sensitive, and lingering on the street would only attract more unwanted attention.

Without responding, Kenley simply led Tia into the tailor shop. But in Auber's eyes, that look of indifference was no different from a slap to the face. A mere peasant dared to ignore him?

Fuming, Auber completely forgot whatever business had brought him here. Instead, he immediately followed Kenley inside.

Ting-a-ling!

The shop's welcome bell chimed as the door swung open, producing a crisp, pleasant sound.

"Welcome, welcome! Esteemed guests, are you here to order custom clothing or—" The tailor, Tyler, trailed off mid-sentence the moment he turned around.

What he saw left him momentarily speechless—an ordinary peasant in rough linen clothes, accompanied by an undead creature. What in the world was this?

Kenley, however, remained unfazed by Tyler's reaction and stated plainly,"Good day, Mr. Tyler. I'd like to order two sets of clothing."

Tyler was taken aback. He knows my name? For a moment, he wasn't sure how to respond. But a customer was a customer. If they dared to enter his shop, they likely had money. Keeping this in mind, he quickly restored his businesslike smile, masking the disdain in his eyes.

"Of course, dear customer. Just let me know what you need. In all of Marlen Imperial City, there's no design my golden scissors can't craft," he said with a practiced grin, smoothly pulling a measuring tape from around his neck.

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"Shall we start with your waist measurements?" he asked, eyes gleaming with a merchant's interest.

"Of course, but I'd like to see your latest designs first," Kenley said casually, as though he had visited this shop countless times before.

Hearing this, Tyler quickly pulled out a catalog from his pocket. No matter how much money the customer had brought, a true businessman should never reveal any doubt—maintaining proper etiquette was essential in his trade.

But just then, a sharp, mocking voice cut through the air.

"A country bumpkin, enjoying service in a shop that tailors for nobles? Tyler, aren't you worried about ruining your reputation?"

At these words, Tyler immediately turned to look at the speaker—it was Auber, the son of Baron Arifin. He shot a glance at Kenley, then back at Auber, and asked in confusion, "Auber, are you two together?"

Auber let out a scornful laugh. "Tyler, are you deaf? Do I look like I would associate with this lowly peasant?"

Kenley frowned. He hadn't intended to stir up trouble, yet this fool had sought it out himself. Were all the nobles in the city this lacking in manners?

Ignoring him, Kenley let Tyler take his waist measurements and responded coldly, "Tyler is renowned as the Golden Scissors of the Royal Capital, his craftsmanship unmatched. He is also one of the most devout followers of the Church of Light. Not only has he designed attire for Her Majesty the Queen, but he has also crafted the sacred cloak for the High Priest himself. When he attended the church's sacred bestowal ceremony, it was the bishop who presided over it personally. His achievements are ones you could only ever dream of reaching in your lifetime."

At those words, Tia looked at Kenley in shock, Auber's face twisted in disbelief, and Tyler was the most astonished of all. He rarely spoke about his past to outsiders—how could this young man know so much about him? Had his reputation as the Golden Scissors spread beyond the capital, reaching even the countryside?

Auber's face turned red with embarrassment. "You… you're making this up! I grew up here—I know everything about my neighbors! How could some lowly peasant know more than I do? You must be spouting nonsense!"

The moment those words left his mouth, Tyler's expression darkened with rage. This little brat dares to call my achievements fabricated? He really must not want to stay in this city any longer if he's foolish enough to insult me, the Golden Scissors.

Just as Tyler was about to speak, the doorbell suddenly chimed, announcing the arrival of a new customer.

"It seems there are still young ones who do not know the name of Golden Scissors Tyler…"

A deep, weathered voice filled the room. Though slightly hoarse, it carried a sense of solemn dignity. The moment the speaker entered, a faint floral fragrance spread through the space, refreshing and calming.

Everyone turned their gaze toward the newcomer, revealing an elderly man clad in pristine white clerical robes, holding a silver staff. His eyes were filled with wisdom, his neatly groomed white hair complemented by a brilliant red solar mantle draped naturally over his shoulders.

Despite his advanced age, time had left few wrinkles on his face. A gentle smile lingered at the corners of his lips, and his brown eyes shone with intellect. The hem of his robes trailed behind him like the flickering flames of the stars.

Sacred. Compassionate. Approachable. These were the words that came to mind as the onlookers beheld him.

He stepped through the doorway, walking toward them, and behind him followed a knight clad in gleaming silver armor. The knight was no ordinary guard—his armor, crafted from pure silver and inlaid with gold filigree, bore a golden sun emblem at the center of his breastplate. Anyone familiar with the Grand Cathedral of Light would recognize this mark—it signified a Temple Paladin with the legendary Bronze Body!

"M-Most Reverend Bishop?!" Auber stammered in shock. He had never seen the bishop visit such a small shop before. Why would he come here of all places?

Tyler, too, was startled. He hastily set aside his work and strode forward, dropping to one knee before the bishop.

"Holy Mother's blessings be upon us! Your Excellency, what brings you here today?"