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Although small, the shop was neatly decorated. The shop was funnel-shaped, with the bottom narrow and the top wide. Rows of clothes were arranged in a stair-like fashion around it. As soon as Mengdie entered, the employees, surprised, immediately stopped their work and gathered around her, following their boss.
"Come, come, beautiful girl. How about this dress? It's a replica of what the third princess of the Luweil Empire wore on her sixteenth birthday last year, a treasure of our shop! Look at these decorations, all pearls from Lake Misuriwa! The front pleated skirt and the wide design at the back will make you look even more charming!"
The shop owner was enthusiastic, but Mengdie was uninterested. Out of politeness, she didn’t interrupt the owner's excitement and simply nodded before turning to look for what she wanted.
"Mengdie sister, what are you looking to buy?" Nia's arms were sore, and she took the opportunity to speak to rest them a bit.
Mengdie picked up a nearby clothes rack, lightly tapped Nia's arm to signal her to keep up the effort, and then walked past the rows of clothes towards the corner of the shop.
The shop owner, seeing no response from Mengdie to her introductions, thought she was uninterested and quickly brought out another glamorous dress. However, the beautiful girl was still indifferent, her eyes searching for something. The owner thought for a moment, handed the dress back to an employee, and approached with a smile, "What exactly are you looking to buy, young lady?"
"She's looking to buy weapons and armor!"
Unexpectedly, Hsiu interjected. But when Mengdie and the shop owner both turned their gaze to him, he quieted down, taking out the sleep bomb and drawing formulas in the air, pondering and checking it.
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Mengdie sighed and said seriously, "Thank you, the dresses you introduced are beautiful, but I'm not here to buy clothes. Do you sell gloves? I'm looking for a pair that's sturdy and flexible. Not for sword fighting, but for agile finger movements."
"Yes, yes, yes! Gloves, we absolutely have!" The shop owner promptly agreed and led Mengdie up the spiral staircase to the top of the funnel room, pointing at the dozen or so pairs of gloves hanging on the wall. There were high-end silk gloves, black long gloves, fancy gloves with peony embroidery on the back of the hand, truly a complete variety. But none were sturdy enough for Mengdie's liking.
As the owner continued introducing, Mengdie's interest waned. She glanced over the selection, thinking of checking another store. Then, a pair of brown leather gloves hanging in a corner caught her eye.
Mengdie left the owner and went to take down the gloves. They weren't soft and were quite simple in design, but they were light and thin. They seemed to be made of some animal leather, very tough.
"How much for these gloves?" she asked the owner.
The owner was stunned. She never imagined such a delicate girl would be interested in these unremarkable gloves, made from Death Hunter lizard leather. Although the leather was valuable, its appearance was poor, and it had an earthy brown color. A leather armor craftsman had made them in secret while working on an order, using leftover leather. Too small for men's gloves, they were made into women's gloves and eventually came into the owner's possession. But in a women's clothing store, how could they be popular?
Still, the owner tentatively introduced a pair of violet long gloves with ring attachments.
"Stop introducing, I'm not interested in those. How much for these gloves?" Mengdie held up the leather gloves, liking them more and more. However, the fingertips were thick, which could be problematic for touch.
The owner hesitated before whispering, "Five... five hundred Sura..." This was the price she paid for them. Five hundred Sura was not a small amount for ordinary people.
"Good, I'll take them." Mengdie placed the gloves on a shelf, took out her purse, and handed it to the owner. Then, she smiled brightly, happily holding the leather gloves as she went downstairs.
"Do you have scissors?"
Mengdie excitedly examined the gloves. To her delight, they were so soft they could be completely squeezed into her palm. Such a pair of soft yet sturdy gloves were worth five hundred Sura!
But two minutes later, her excitement was replaced by frustration due to the effort of trying to cut them.
"Heave... ho! Heave... ho!!!"
What were these gloves made of? So tough they couldn't be cut?
Mengdie's hands were getting sore, yet the thick fingertips that would affect touch were still intact. Her face reddened with effort, and her clenched teeth made her look even cuter.
"Damn it, I refuse to believe I can't cut you!"
Mengdie took a deep breath and pulled up the fingertips of the gloves for another cut. But the force was too much, and instead of cutting through the gloves, the scissor blades separated, sliding gently down towards Mengdie's fingers...
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