Chapter 394: The Boss
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The two walked into another building of the same design and same gloomy aesthetic. As soon as they entered, Ning could see a fancy clothing shop with gowns and suits in mannequins on display.
People went in and out of the store that held a lot of employees.
Reever walked in first and Ning behind him. Reever looked around a bit and saw someone.
"Hey, boss! I brought you a customer," he shouted from one end of the store to the another.
On the other side of the store was a tall, bulky man that if anything looked like a body cultivator to Ning. He was wearing a rough-looking suit that tightly fit his body, but wore no hat lit most others did.
He had a short stubble on his chin as well as some light mustache. However, his head held no hair.
For some reason, this made him look more threatening than his job would make him be.
The man turned around and saw Reever. "One moment," he said in a deep voice and got back to helping the customer he currently had.
Reever walked up to the boss and Ning followed behind him. The boss was just done with the customer when they arrived and turned around, "I haven't seen you in a while, kid. You doing good?" he asked.
"Absolutely, boss," Reever said. "How's business going? Very well, I hope."
"Ahh, it's the same old. Isn't good, isn't bad; just like I want it to be," the boss said.
"You might be the only person in this city that does not want their business to grow at all, boss," Reever said.
"I'm just looking to live the rest of my life without any worries at all," the Boss said. "Anyway, why did you come here? And… who's he?" the boss looked up and down at Ning, confused at what exactly he was wearing
"Right, this is someone I met today. His name is Ning and he's from the south. He seems to be traveling and wants clothes so that he doesn't stand out in what he's wearing here," Reever said.
"Hmm," the boss looked at the cloth and asked, "what type of cloth is that even, anyway? I've never seen or heard of something like that. It looks more like a bathrobe than anything."
"It's… it's a robe alright. It's something the people wear where I come from," Ning said.
"And where would that be?" the boss asked curiously.
"Somewhere very far away," Ning said.
"He said he was from around the Peak of Afterlife," Reever said.
"Peak of Afterlife? I don't remember those people wearing these sort of clothes," the boss said. "Did they start doing that recently perhaps?"
"Uh, I've been wearing this ever since I was born, I guess," Ning said.
"Hmm, maybe. You don't look that old. Alright, what exactly do you want? A pair of suits and pants?" the boss asked.
"Uh, let's make that 3 pair please," Ning said.
"Alright, come over here. Let me take your measurements," the boss said.
Ning walked up to him and stood in front of him. The boss was a hulking tower in front of him with his massive body.
'He looks more like a butcher than a tailor,' Ning thought. The boss grabbed a measuring tape and started taking measurements. Ning waited until all of his dimensions were recorded.
"Alright, now come choose the fabric," the boss said. Ning nodded and walked with him to look at the different types of fabric there were.
Ning ended up choosing 2 different types of fabric, one very smooth, and one just slightly rough. He also chose some white fabric for shirts to wear underneath as well.
As for a hat, Ning didn't want to use it at all.
"Ok, let's see 3 suits, 4 shirts, 3 pants. Altogether, they will cost you around 120 Sils. 50 Sils for the cloth, and 70 for the labor," the boss said.
"Should I pay you now or later?" Ning asked.
"Hmm, pay me half now if you can. I can't have the product go to waste in case you decide to never come to pick it up," the boss said.
"Ok," Ning said and brought out 60 Sils from his storage. The boss nodded as he recognized Ning as an Aether user.
"Alright, come back in a week. They should all be ready by then," the boss said.
"Thank you," Ning replied.
"I'll leave now, boss. Take care," Reever said.
"Okay, you take care of yourself too. Take care of the little girl too. Don't let her work too hard. You already make enough money," the boss said.
"Haha, I will, I will," Reever said as he waved his hands and walked out of the door. Ning followed behind wondering what he should do next.
"Have you planned anything for what you will be doing next, brother Ning?" Reever asked.
"Hmm, I think I will go find myself a tavern, or a hotel to stay at before it gets dark," Ning said.
"Uh, we have time. Don't worry, there are plenty of hotels around here," Reever said. Just then, Ning's stomach growled a bit. It had been years since he had eaten anything in the forest.
Due to him going in and out of the spear to collect energy, it had been just a few days for him that he hadn't eaten. Still, since he wasn't a cultivator anymore, the hunger and fatigue that came with a human body accumulated very quickly for him.
"Oh, have you not eaten anything today?" Reever asked. "You must be hungry. Come, I know just the right place for you."
"Oh, then I will have to thank you once more, brother Reever," Ning said. The two walked out of the building and started walking towards the east.
After going past a few blocks, Reever finally came to stop in front of a shop. Ning could smell the scent of freshly baked bread coming from inside the store. Even without looking at it, he had realized that it was a bakery.
Reever walked into the said bakery, and Ning followed behind.
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The two walked into another building of the same design and same gloomy aesthetic. As soon as they entered, Ning could see a fancy clothing shop with gowns and suits in mannequins on display.
People went in and out of the store that held a lot of employees.
Reever walked in first and Ning behind him. Reever looked around a bit and saw someone.
"Hey, boss! I brought you a customer," he shouted from one end of the store to the another.
On the other side of the store was a tall, bulky man that if anything looked like a body cultivator to Ning. He was wearing a rough-looking suit that tightly fit his body, but wore no hat lit most others did.
He had a short stubble on his chin as well as some light mustache. However, his head held no hair.
For some reason, this made him look more threatening than his job would make him be.
The man turned around and saw Reever. "One moment," he said in a deep voice and got back to helping the customer he currently had.
Reever walked up to the boss and Ning followed behind him. The boss was just done with the customer when they arrived and turned around, "I haven't seen you in a while, kid. You doing good?" he asked.
"Absolutely, boss," Reever said. "How's business going? Very well, I hope."
"Ahh, it's the same old. Isn't good, isn't bad; just like I want it to be," the boss said.
"You might be the only person in this city that does not want their business to grow at all, boss," Reever said.
"I'm just looking to live the rest of my life without any worries at all," the Boss said. "Anyway, why did you come here? And… who's he?" the boss looked up and down at Ning, confused at what exactly he was wearing
"Right, this is someone I met today. His name is Ning and he's from the south. He seems to be traveling and wants clothes so that he doesn't stand out in what he's wearing here," Reever said.
"Hmm," the boss looked at the cloth and asked, "what type of cloth is that even, anyway? I've never seen or heard of something like that. It looks more like a bathrobe than anything."
"It's… it's a robe alright. It's something the people wear where I come from," Ning said.
"And where would that be?" the boss asked curiously.
"Somewhere very far away," Ning said.
"He said he was from around the Peak of Afterlife," Reever said.
"Peak of Afterlife? I don't remember those people wearing these sort of clothes," the boss said. "Did they start doing that recently perhaps?"
"Uh, I've been wearing this ever since I was born, I guess," Ning said.
"Hmm, maybe. You don't look that old. Alright, what exactly do you want? A pair of suits and pants?" the boss asked.
"Uh, let's make that 3 pair please," Ning said.
"Alright, come over here. Let me take your measurements," the boss said.
Ning walked up to him and stood in front of him. The boss was a hulking tower in front of him with his massive body.
'He looks more like a butcher than a tailor,' Ning thought. The boss grabbed a measuring tape and started taking measurements. Ning waited until all of his dimensions were recorded.
"Alright, now come choose the fabric," the boss said. Ning nodded and walked with him to look at the different types of fabric there were.
Ning ended up choosing 2 different types of fabric, one very smooth, and one just slightly rough. He also chose some white fabric for shirts to wear underneath as well.
As for a hat, Ning didn't want to use it at all.
"Ok, let's see 3 suits, 4 shirts, 3 pants. Altogether, they will cost you around 120 Sils. 50 Sils for the cloth, and 70 for the labor," the boss said.
"Should I pay you now or later?" Ning asked.
"Hmm, pay me half now if you can. I can't have the product go to waste in case you decide to never come to pick it up," the boss said.
"Ok," Ning said and brought out 60 Sils from his storage. The boss nodded as he recognized Ning as an Aether user.
"Alright, come back in a week. They should all be ready by then," the boss said.
"Thank you," Ning replied.
"I'll leave now, boss. Take care," Reever said.
"Okay, you take care of yourself too. Take care of the little girl too. Don't let her work too hard. You already make enough money," the boss said.
"Haha, I will, I will," Reever said as he waved his hands and walked out of the door. Ning followed behind wondering what he should do next.
"Have you planned anything for what you will be doing next, brother Ning?" Reever asked.
"Hmm, I think I will go find myself a tavern, or a hotel to stay at before it gets dark," Ning said.
"Uh, we have time. Don't worry, there are plenty of hotels around here," Reever said. Just then, Ning's stomach growled a bit. It had been years since he had eaten anything in the forest.
Due to him going in and out of the spear to collect energy, it had been just a few days for him that he hadn't eaten. Still, since he wasn't a cultivator anymore, the hunger and fatigue that came with a human body accumulated very quickly for him.
"Oh, have you not eaten anything today?" Reever asked. "You must be hungry. Come, I know just the right place for you."
"Oh, then I will have to thank you once more, brother Reever," Ning said. The two walked out of the building and started walking towards the east.
After going past a few blocks, Reever finally came to stop in front of a shop. Ning could smell the scent of freshly baked bread coming from inside the store. Even without looking at it, he had realized that it was a bakery.
Reever walked into the said bakery, and Ning followed behind.
The two walked into another building of the same design and same gloomy aesthetic. As soon as they entered, Ning could see a fancy clothing shop with gowns and suits in mannequins on display. People went in and out of the store that held a lot of employees. Reever walked in first and Ning behind him. Reever looked around a bit and saw someone. "Hey, boss! I brought you a customer," he shouted from one end of the store to the another. On the other side of the store was a tall, bulky man that if anything looked like a body cultivator to Ning. He was wearing a rough-looking suit that tightly fit his body, but wore no hat lit most others did. He had a short stubble on his chin as well as some light mustache. However, his head held no hair.For some reason, this made him look more threatening than his job would make him be. The man turned around and saw Reever. "One moment," he said in a deep voice and got back to helping the customer he currently had. Reever walked up to the boss and Ning followed behind him. The boss was just done with the customer when they arrived and turned around, "I haven't seen you in a while, kid. You doing good?" he asked."Absolutely, boss," Reever said. "How's business going? Very well, I hope.""Ahh, it's the same old. Isn't good, isn't bad; just like I want it to be," the boss said. "You might be the only person in this city that does not want their business to grow at all, boss," Reever said. "I'm just looking to live the rest of my life without any worries at all," the Boss said. "Anyway, why did you come here? And who's he?" the boss looked up and down at Ning, confused at what exactly he was wearing"Right, this is someone I met today. His name is Ning and he's from the south. He seems to be traveling and wants clothes so that he doesn't stand out in what he's wearing here," Reever said."Hmm," the boss looked at the cloth and asked, "what type of cloth is that even, anyway? I've never seen or heard of something like that. It looks more like a bathrobe than anything.""It's it's a robe alright. It's something the people wear where I come from," Ning said. "And where would that be?" the boss asked curiously. "Somewhere very far away," Ning said."He said he was from around the Peak of Afterlife," Reever said. "Peak of Afterlife? I don't remember those people wearing these sort of clothes," the boss said. "Did they start doing that recently perhaps?" "Uh, I've been wearing this ever since I was born, I guess," Ning said."Hmm, maybe. You don't look that old. Alright, what exactly do you want? A pair of suits and pants?" the boss asked."Uh, let's make that 3 pair please," Ning said."Alright, come over here. Let me take your measurements," the boss said. Ning walked up to him and stood in front of him. The boss was a hulking tower in front of him with his massive body. 'He looks more like a butcher than a tailor,' Ning thought. The boss grabbed a measuring tape and started taking measurements. Ning waited until all of his dimensions were recorded. "Alright, now come choose the fabric," the boss said. Ning nodded and walked with him to look at the different types of fabric there were. Ning ended up choosing 2 different types of fabric, one very smooth, and one just slightly rough. He also chose some white fabric for shirts to wear underneath as well. As for a hat, Ning didn't want to use it at all."Ok, let's see 3 suits, 4 shirts, 3 pants. Altogether, they will cost you around 120 Sils. 50 Sils for the cloth, and 70 for the labor," the boss said."Should I pay you now or later?" Ning asked. "Hmm, pay me half now if you can. I can't have the product go to waste in case you decide to never come to pick it up," the boss said."Ok," Ning said and brought out 60 Sils from his storage. The boss nodded as he recognized Ning as an Aether user."Alright, come back in a week. They should all be ready by then," the boss said."Thank you," Ning replied."I'll leave now, boss. Take care," Reever said."Okay, you take care of yourself too. Take care of the little girl too. Don't let her work too hard. You already make enough money," the boss said."Haha, I will, I will," Reever said as he waved his hands and walked out of the door. Ning followed behind wondering what he should do next."Have you planned anything for what you will be doing next, brother Ning?" Reever asked."Hmm, I think I will go find myself a tavern, or a hotel to stay at before it gets dark," Ning said."Uh, we have time. Don't worry, there are plenty of hotels around here," Reever said. Just then, Ning's stomach growled a bit. It had been years since he had eaten anything in the forest.Due to him going in and out of the spear to collect energy, it had been just a few days for him that he hadn't eaten. Still, since he wasn't a cultivator anymore, the hunger and fatigue that came with a human body accumulated very quickly for him. "Oh, have you not eaten anything today?" Reever asked. "You must be hungry. Come, I know just the right place for you.""Oh, then I will have to thank you once more, brother Reever," Ning said. The two walked out of the building and started walking towards the east. After going past a few blocks, Reever finally came to stop in front of a shop. Ning could smell the scent of freshly baked bread coming from inside the store. Even without looking at it, he had realized that it was a bakery. Reever walked into the said bakery, and Ning followed behind.
