Chapter 340: Temperament
“This, isn’t it unnecessary? Do I still need to change?” Jayad showed an expression of annoyance; he wore whatever clothes he had on and never thought about changing.
“Of course, you have to try on the new clothes. How will you know if they fit well or look good if you don’t change? Hurry up and go inside,” I said, directly pushing Jayad into the fitting room. A female attendant followed him in, saying she would help him adjust the clothes.
While Jayad was changing, I spread out a large tuxedo set and looked at it with satisfaction. With these clothes, I could disguise myself as the factory owner and collect the money.
“Miss, this set is a bit too large. Would you like to try a smaller size or have one custom-made?” the attendant asked me. He was offering good advice, thinking that we two children couldn’t possibly wear such large clothes. He didn’t know there was more to it.
“No need, this is for a gift. It’s perfect as is. Please wrap it up,” I said, handing it directly to the attendant. The attendant was overjoyed; the first sale was made.
Because I mentioned it was a gift, he even specially packaged it beautifully. These people are really too superfluous. In reality, it wasn’t for giving as a gift at all, and I might have to take it apart later.
At this time, Jayad also finally finished changing and came out. My eyes lit up. He was wearing a pure white dress shirt, a black suit on the outside, a bow tie at the collar, and a flower on his chest.
He looked much more normal now. If the flower and bow tie were removed, it would look even more like ordinary travel attire. The careful work of the designer was evident in many small details.
“Pfft~” I almost couldn’t help but laugh out loud. Perhaps in this era, people would consider Jayad’s outfit very high-class, but to me, it looked a bit like a salesman. Many people in my previous life who worked in sales dressed like this.
However, Jayad’s outfit, due to the designer’s attention to detail, looked a little more refined. I’d say more like a bartender. That’s fine too, as it’s suitable for applying for a job at a tavern.
“What’s wrong? Parul, do I look ridiculous in this?” Jayad asked uneasily. He had never worn clothes like this before and felt a bit unconfident.
“No, no, Older Brother Jayad looks very handsome in it, doesn’t he?” I asked the attendant beside me. The attendant also nodded, “Yes, it’s indeed good. Young Man, this outfit suits you very well. The designer would be pleased to see it.”
He wasn’t flattering; he truly thought so. Jayad had a special aura. Although I teased him about looking like a salesman, upon closer inspection, he exuded a unique charm.
It wasn’t the aloof aura of nobility, but something else… to say upright and righteous seemed too much, but to call him handsome and dashing wasn’t quite right either. It was a hard-to-describe temperament.
If I had to describe it, it was somewhat like the temperament of a Paladin and a Holy Knight—sacred and awe-inspiring. Just standing there would repel evil spirits, giving the impression that if a demon stood before him, he would draw his sword and vanquish it.
Jayad could wear formal wear and give off the feeling of a Cleric’s robe, but unlike church members, he didn’t appear inaccessible or hypocritical.
He was more like a Holy Knight Adventurer traveling the world, fond of upholding justice and protecting Commoners, and also capable of chatting and laughing with companions over drinks in a tavern.
This was because his upbringing in the Slums and his Thief’s demeanor softened the solemnity of divine service, thus creating this unique temperament. It was a pity he didn’t bring his Silver Sword; otherwise, adopting a sword stance would have been even more striking.
He had this tendency even when he wore his apprentice clothes. Dressed formally, he looked like a Brave hero about to enter the Palace to report to the King about vanquishing the Demon King. Dressed casually, he looked ready to fight Monsters in the wilderness.
I understood the reason for Jayad’s temperament because I was always with him. Not only did I know his hidden identity, but I also witnessed his changes. Those attendants didn’t understand.
They instinctively felt that this young man was definitely a significant figure. This was what was meant by “young men become heroes.” The female attendant who helped Jayad change also instinctively adjusted his clothes in that direction, making the suit look sharp yet casual in subtle ways.
“Good, good, I’ll take this one. And get a few more casual outfits for him, nothing too flashy, something low-key and sophisticated, understand?” I described.
“Understood, got it. Leave it to us,” the attendant said, giving a thumbs-up. They were professionals. Of course, they had high-end clothes that weren’t too attention-grabbing. If every item stood out, what would be the difference from a parvenu?
“Parul, there’s no need to buy so many, is there?” Jayad looked at the new clothes they brought out. He remembered the female attendant in the fitting room casually touching his chest muscles earlier and didn’t want to go into the fitting room again.
“No way, we have to buy enough at once. Otherwise, if we get them dirty or torn for some reason next time, we’ll have to shop again,” I said. Actually, a certain switch in my mind had been flipped, and I really wanted to see Jayad change clothes.
So, to satisfy my curiosity, Jayad tried on all the clothes they brought. I had the shop assistants pack whatever caught my eye. Only then was I satisfied, feeling the same thrill as getting a bunch of rare skins in a game.
Jayad finally breathed a sigh of relief, feeling finally liberated. Shopping with Parul was truly exhausting.
“Alright, Older Brother Jayad, let’s go,” I said, smiling as I looked at the pile of men’s clothes I’d bought.
“Wait a moment, Parul, did you forget something?” Jayad showed a slight smile.
“Hmm?” I looked at the men’s clothes by my side. I had Jayad’s clothes and the clothes needed to disguise myself as the factory owner. “Did I forget anything?”
“Parul, you haven’t bought your own clothes yet,” Jayad reminded me with a smile. How should I put it? I felt my brother’s smile was a little dangerous. Was it just my imagination?
“Ah, yes, is that so?” I suddenly remembered. The reason I came to buy clothes was that mine were damaged and I needed some replacements.
“That’s right. Bring her suitable dresses, the cuter the better,” Jayad said to the store clerk.
“No problem, leave it to us. This young lady is already so cute; she’ll definitely look good in our clothes,” the female attendant said, as if taking care of everything.
“Wait, just simple ones will do!” I quickly reminded them. Then they brought me several dresses in different styles. I looked at the dresses they brought with a dark expression.
Evening wear, a low-cut, backless dress with black stockings. Could Parul’s figure handle clothes like these?
A fantasy-style blue short robe, with the side slit opening all the way to the waist. I wouldn’t wear such revealing clothes.
A light and airy pink and white lace dress, a black and red-trimmed Gothic Lolita outfit, a Noble lady’s white hat and sky-blue long dress. Why were they all like this?
However, it seemed they didn’t have any other women’s clothing available. After all, this was a high-end clothing store, and they had brought out most of the suitable styles.
Just as I was about to refuse, Jayad picked up the Gothic Lolita dress. “I want to see Parul wear this.”
