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Draco turned his head curiously and Rio nodded slowly as if he wasn't too sure. “Alpha, I'm not sure but I think this is one of the bandit members of the Rogues…” “What? How do you know?” Largo asked him impatiently. “Like I said, the clothes he's wearing aren't that unfamiliar. They wore thick coats of wild animal fur that were made by amateur hands. And there were these golds in his pockets.” Rio showed two bags of gold which he had been holding. “You got these bags from this corpse?” Declan took the wet bag and it was true that there were lots of gold coins in it.

Chapter 7️⃣ ❤️ Rumors ❤️ Once Liora was certain that every inch of her skin had been scrubbed clean of that man’s vile touch, she climbed out of the bathtub, water dripping off her like rain drops. She dried herself quickly, ignoring the sting on her shoulder where the Obsidian Sigil mark still pulsed with an ache that refused to die down. She pulled on fresh clothes, this time a flowing gown made of deep forest green silk, with silver embroidery hugging her waist and sleeves, more fitting for a princess of Eldravayne than the training clothes she had worn, which she would burn because she is never wearing it.

“Yes, Lankko. The clothes Jad Enzir picked are for ordinary peasants. As for those you are holding, the old Dagos aristocracy used to wear those when they go out, but nowadays, all wealthy merchants would don that to flaunt their wealth and their status. You just need to add a few gold jewelry and you’d pass off as a Dagos merchant who got wealthy by trading with Sorrelia.” Gent took out a pouch from his pocket. From inside, he fished out a few bejeweled rings as well as several heavy gold necklaces. Lankko’s jaw dropped as he imagined himself wearing such jewelry on his person while walking on the streets of Dagos. “Ahm, Jad Enzir… Don’t you think we should swap clothes? I don’t think I’d l

Odette took his hand, then came down gracefully. All the attention was on them. Rion wore a dark blue top with gold embroidery accents that looked gorgeous and elegant, while his comrades only wore plain white pants and black boots. As a formality and to show his status as a king, Rion put on a red robe that hung over his shoulders.

As Roland galloped through the streets, his elegant linen garments billowed in the breeze, offering glimpses of the sturdy chainmail and armour concealed beneath. The sight of the armour caused the citizens to widen their eyes in recognition. It was clear that Roland's attire was of the highest quality. Their assumptions were spot-on. For this particular outing, I had equipped Roland with Grade III magic chainmail and armour, meticulously refined by the system. His attire was tailor-made to complement his class as a Demonic Monk, ensuring unrestricted movement and durability in battle. "Did you see that guy? There's something about him that's just captivating. It's like my eyes are fixated o

Rudra has been wandering around in the fair for hours. He had become proficient in sneaking out of the palace comforts, ever since.......He brushed aside the thought. He was dressed like a common person, baggy pants, and sleeveless tunic. A leather boots and belt completed his look. He also had a hidden dagger in his boots. He could pass off as a soldier, a blacksmith, or a trader. Hearing the commotion, he went towards the bull racing area just like everyone else. It was crowded, and that is when he saw her.

She took out it with her underwear, then closed the door. She examined her dress and her eyes stopped on the dress's tag. Last evening, Sister Riya had sent their clothes to all of them, their clothes were tagged with Riku. The golden-orange color capital cursive R with small i, then again capital cursive K with small u all written together on the black surface and made "Riku" brand.

a man of medium height wearing full combat gear greeted us with bow. His chest plate shone light blue, his light helmet was covered in chain mail down to his neck. Its links were interwoven with Ashgenrian runes in an outlandish fashion. The stranger’s gaze seemed sharp and piercing. I couldn’t even imagine what he had in mind.

It was three against one and she had no choice but to automatically join. Getting there they just had to follow the trail of destruction from where it started. There was no point anymore. Just piece of land for miles covered in dirt and tiny pieces of rubble. Snow was dressed in crystal blue armor and his hair was in a braid. A braid meant just for war. Agira appeared beside him dressed in fur. A fur off-shoulder shirt that was shaped like an upside down triangle disappearing into a fur skirt with leggings into fur boots. His hair was left to fly. Victor was in leather not so different from his usual Tempan getup. Trousers, boots and a very long jacket, but his glasses were different. They w

Odette was left in her red skeleton bra and distressed denim jean shorts with a black fishnet. "Now, come, let's swim," she chirped, before diving back into the water, her anklets jiggling loudly. Jiro grudgingly stood up, taking off his glasses. I pressed my lips, trying to fight the urge to gawk at him. Lord, he looked way better without the glasses. Then when he took off his sweater, my mouth couldn't stay closed.