"Young lady, why are you here? Shouldn't you be at your study?" The shopkeeper asked in concern, his voice filled with confusion.

He was ignored right after by her.

"Why did Dad put my masterpiece here? Yeah, I know it's good and all, and allowing people to see and appreciate it is good, but there's no way I'm selling it." She mocked, "As if anyone is stupid enough to pay so much for that."

Once Zixin heard the last sentence, he spoke with a new goal in mind. He didn't fully understand why but he spoke plainly, "I'll buy it."

His voice sounded plain like usual but one could feel that he accepted the girl's challenge.

"Huh? Are you challenging me? Hey, this is my home ground, you know? You can't buy it because I said it." She spoke in annoyance.

"And? Sigh. Shopkeeper, I'll buy it." He spoke plainly.

"Marshall. Pay for it." He ordered.

"As you wish." He then handed the payment to the shopkeeper, and the shopkeeper immediately put the bread inside the paper bag.

Zixin took a piece of the bread out and ate it. He commented plainly, "Sweet. Good."

He then walked off and left the shop. Marshall followed close behind him and the assigned servant did so as well.

The shopkeeper and the girl were in shock at his blatant disrespect for them. The girl was furious, was the shopkeeper was scared.

Outside the shop, the assigned servant was trying to lighten up the mood, "Our next destination won't be far, let us walk there, shall we?"

Zixin simply nodded and followed behind. As they walked, the common folks couldn't seem to not have a look at him. He was simply too stunning.

Their first thought when they saw him was his gender; wasn't it obvious that it was a woman? But that doesn't make sense, right? If he is wearing such clothes then it has to be a man. And so, they believed his gender to be a man, but some still had hopes of him being a woman.

He was simply too stunning not to look at; even the most beautiful lady and handsome lords of the country couldn't match his looks.

"Here we are." The assigned servant said.

"A shop?" Marshall asked while Zixin read a book he brought with him.

"This is the most well-renowned, most famous, and best clothing shop. The owner is a noble lady who wishes for everyone to have comfortable clothes. So, the clothes specifically made for common folks to wear are very cheap." He added, "As for the quality of said clothes, it is well made, it makes one feel comfortable to an extent where you unconsciously grow to like said clothes. If one wishes to have specially tailored clothes made for him or her, it will be well made, whether it was of high price or low price."

Zixin simply nodded in understanding, and they entered the shop.

Zixin walked inside, inspecting the clothes and observing their quality. He wasn't a person who was picky about clothes, so he had little interest compared to the shop that came before it; after all, what did he usually wear at home? Correct, a robe.

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"Hmm? Isn't this a wedding dress?" Zixin asked in confirmation.

"Yes, it seems like it. Someone must be getting married soon. I hope they have a good life." The assigned servant said with genuine feelings.

"So they usually display wedding dresses whenever someone is getting married?" Zixin asked and tried to make a confirmation about the guess he had just made.

"Correct, but there are some things you weren't able to guess. This is the bride's dress, and it's a tradition for this shop to show the dress of the bride. Yes, this isn't a tradition of this nation." The assigned servant explained.

Zixin simply nodded, his little interest dissipating into nothingness. He continued to walk inside the shop and saw many different clothes. There were, of course, other people inside and some who had an interest in buying a few clothes. As for him, no, why need more than the simplest of robes?

After leaving the shop, the carriage from before drove them to their next stop.

As the carriage drove them, Zixin observed the outside. Finding children playing around and adults eating in restaurants.

When the carriage stopped, they exited the carriage; Zixin saw a strange shop sign and name. It was metallic looking and it had gears turning all the time.

"Mechanics. Bad name." Zixin lightly commented, fully expecting a response.

"It is, that's what made it more popular than ever." The assigned servant explained.

They entered the shop and saw many different inventions, but the most eye-catching of them all was the gun at the very back of the shop. It hung on the wall with the name of it.

Zixin walked and observed the surroundings with absolutely no interest in whatever he saw.

This time, he didn't see anything worth taking note of, unlike the previous shops, which had a Valentine's special and a wedding dress.

"Huh? Who's this pretty girl? Hey, this isn't a place for you noble lady." A man scolded. He had a normal physique, his black hair messy, his eyes black with visible eye bags, and his skin pale. He wore a messy black jacket and black pants, with brown shoes. He was very mean-looking.

"No..." The assigned servant was just about to speak when Zixin cut him off.

"I'm a man," Zixin spoke plainly.

"Huh? What, are you gonna say you took some drugs to look like a woman?" He mocked.

"Close enough," Zixin spoke.

"Huh? Who the hell are you?" He madly asked.

"Sir this is an important representative for us, so please don't make a bad impression." The assigned servant said.

"As if I could change the past." He sneered.

"So, why is he here for?" He asked in annoyance and curiosity.

The assigned servant explained, "I'm giving him a tour of our capital city."

"Why? It's not like he's never been here before, right?" He mocked.

"Correct," Zixin replied plainly.

"Really? A strange kid. So, if you don't have anything important to say or you won't buy, just leave already." He said plainly.

Zixin cast him a side glance and spoke, "Then, I shall go."

The rest of the day continued but the sour end of the mechanical shop didn't disappear that quickly.

After their tour, Zixin and Marshall were sent back to their room.

Zixin closed the book which he just finished reading. The book was a dictionary; it, like any other dictionary, translated the words for Zixin, who couldn't understand it all.

As for the speech patterns, he has heard similar languages and so, he understood most of what others spoke of. For the letters and words of said language, he used the dictionary to find and learn said language. He, of course, wasn't able to learn it all in such a short period of time; that is simply impossible and unrealistic for him to be able to do.

"Lord, would you like to sleep now? We have already eaten our dinner, so do you wish to sleep now?" Marshall asked politely.

"No, he didn't show us to the other part of the capital. The excuse of: 'we don't have enough time.' is not a good one." He explained.

"I'll jump out of the window and see it for myself. Don't speak a word of this to anyone." He lightly ordered.

"As you wish." Marshall gave a small bow.

Zixin jumped through the window and ran through the palace's roof tiles. He moved quickly and swiftly and jumped once more to leave the palace's range.

He moved quickly and ran far away from it.

Not too long after he walked into a street filled with life. Restaurants were open and a sea of people seemed to continue moving within the street.

He quickly tried to observe why that was the case and saw shops that seemed to be of high importance to this street.

He continued to move forward within this sea of people. He saw a sign near one of the shops; he used what he remembered from reading the dictionary and understood that it meant: Night Life Occasion. It was a strange name, to say the least.

He entered the shop and was greeted by a young lady as the shopkeeper.

She spoke with a smile on her face, "Ma'am I am sure that today is your first time here. I remember full well what our customers look like. You certainly aren't one of them."

"And?" Zixin asked.

The smile on her face grew wider, "Ma'am, which do you want for your first time?"

She handed him a small book which contained names and pictures of ladies.

"I'm a man, you know?" He spoke plainly.

"Huh? Oh, you just looked so good, you must be an important figure." She complimented him with her words having no good backing.

"What's this shop about?" Zixin finally asked as though he hadn't already figured it out.

"This shop is a brothel, sir. Don't you know that this street is a famous brothel spot?" She asked curiously.

"No, this is my first time in this place."

"In that case. You should choose this one, she is a beauty and is best suited for those who will have their first time." She recommended with a smile.

"I have no interest," Zixin spoke coldly.

"Why? It's not a bad experience you know?" She smiled at him.

"And? Why should I want to? There is no other reason but pleasure, but is pleasure enough to entice me? No, if it was, I would be nothing more than a pile of wasted time." He coldly explains.

"But, it isn't anything bad. You can always stop after you get enough of it." She was still trying to make him become a new customer.

"Hmm? What's this racket about?" A beautiful woman stepped out of her room and entered the main hall which housed the shopkeeper.

She had long black hair, black pupils, and soft snow-white skin. She wore an elegant demeanor with her flowing red dress; her shoes could barely be seen from Zixin's angle.