The outfits in the catalog were all pre-designed styles. Since Tyler was a magical tailor, these existing designs could be crafted instantly, meaning they only needed to wait in the shop for a short while. However, custom orders required a brand-new design, which meant scheduling an appointment and allowing time for creation—it was impossible to get them right away.

Kenley had no patience for waiting in line for a custom order. He would simply buy an existing outfit—his priority was to get rid of his current peasant attire as soon as possible. Otherwise, it would be difficult for him to carry out his tasks wherever he went.

After all, this wasn't the world he once knew…

The catalog was quite thick, spanning over a hundred pages, offering a wide range of outfits for various professions and social classes. The prices, however, were far from cheap.

Fashionable clothing in the game had no attributes. The official game system categorized clothing into two types: combat outfits and fashion outfits. The garments in the tailor shop were all magical fashion outfits—by simply touching them, they would automatically be worn, overlaying the wearer's combat gear for a more personalized look.

In the game, players could switch between combat and fashion outfits with just the press of a button.

"I'll take this one," Kenley said, pointing at a specific design.

Tyler glanced at it and nodded. "No problem. And what about the little princess?"

Kenley immediately handed the catalog to Tia. She hadn't expected him to actually buy her clothing.

She hesitated. "Master, the clothes I'm wearing now are already quite good. There's no need for you to—"

Before she could finish, Kenley interrupted her, "Tia, do you remember what I told you?"

"…Alright, I'll take a look first."

Hearing the firmness in Kenley's tone, Tia felt a warmth in her heart. It seemed her new master was truly kind. The memory of Kenley stepping in to shield her from the paladin's attack was still fresh in her mind, further deepening her fondness for him.

She browsed carefully, taking her time as if she were meticulously considering every option. Midway through, she suddenly looked up.

"Master, am I making you wait too long? Perhaps you should choose for me instead?"

The thought had just crossed her mind. She was being cautious—her taste in clothing was particular, and she feared that taking too long might irritate her master.

Seeing how she was treading so carefully, afraid of upsetting him, Kenley found her utterly endearing.

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With a gentle smile, he reassured her, "There's no rush, Tia. Take your time—I have plenty of it. Choose what you like; I don't mind."

"Thank you, Master!"

For the first time, Tia smiled sweetly. Compared to the polite smiles she had given before, this one was more genuine and charming. Kenley was momentarily stunned.

She was breathtaking…

Another twenty minutes passed. Kenley patiently waited as Tia continued her careful selection. Meanwhile, Tyler had already finished crafting Kenley's chosen outfit.

Tyler was about to ask Kenley to try on the outfit, but Kenley gestured for silence because Tia was caught in a dilemma.

"What's wrong, Tia?" Kenley asked.

Tyler smiled slightly and tactfully stepped aside, waiting without interrupting.

Tia seemed troubled. Upon hearing her master's voice, she immediately looked up and inadvertently caught sight of the clock on the wall. Oh! By the Holy Mother! Had she really taken this long? How utterly impolite!

"I'm so sorry, Master! I've kept you waiting again!" Tia lowered her head, her voice filled with shame.

Kenley chuckled wryly to himself. As expected, when it came to buying clothes, girls were the same in every world, whether in his old one or this one. Having dated before, he understood this all too well—but he didn't blame Tia.

"It's fine. Just tell me, what's troubling you?" Kenley asked patiently in a gentle tone.

Tia immediately smiled sweetly, raising the clothing catalog in her hands. Her slender fingers delicately held the middle of the book, purposefully leaving two pages open.

"Master, I can't decide between the linen silver-floral gown and the linen elven-leaf gown…"

Kenley took a closer look. Both were under one gold coin—some of the cheapest dresses available. Finding something this affordable at Golden Scissors was quite rare. How had he not noticed before?

So, she was trying to save him money… Kenley felt a pang of sympathy for the girl.

But these linen dresses, if taken to a rural town, would still be considered upper-middle-class attire. After all, Golden Scissors didn't deal in common goods.

Kenley took the catalog from her hands, firmly closed those two pages, and then swiftly flipped through a large section.

"Pick anything from here to here," he said, handing the catalog back to Tia without giving her a chance to protest.

Tia glanced down and immediately trembled. Oh heavens! He was letting her choose from the three-gold-coin price range?! She was just a servant—was it really okay for him to spend so much on her?

"Master, isn't this too much…?"

On the continent of Od, an average farming family earned only 80 silver coins a year—it would take them ten years to earn eight gold coins. Though Tia was once of royal blood, she still understood this basic fact. But Kenley was a mere farmer—where did he get so much money? She cast him another glance, her curiosity about this enigmatic master growing stronger. (Note: Tia hadn't witnessed Kenley looting wealth from the slaver and the guards, nor had she considered the possibility.)

Kenley, however, was secretly amused. He had just gotten a fortune from the slaver and the guards, and right now, he had exactly 5.8 gold coins on him. Buying two outfits was nothing.

Besides, in the later stages of the game, powerful equipment and gems would cost thousands—no, tens of thousands of gold coins. Compared to that, these few coins for clothing were a mere drop in the ocean.

Most importantly, as a player, he had endless ways to make money—establishing territories, raiding dungeons, completing quests. If he was going to be stingy over a single dress, he might as well renounce his status as a player.

Kenley patted Tia's shoulder lightly and said, "Don't worry. I'm never stingy with those who follow me."

That was the truth. Back in the guild, everyone called him "Big Bro" out of respect. Whenever rare loot dropped, he often distributed it among his guildmates, earning him great popularity.

Tia's fair cheeks flushed slightly. What did he mean by "those who follow me"? Honestly, this master really had no sense of restraint…