Chapter 129: Enchantment scroll

When Rayan put on the noble robe embroidered with "The Indestructible Flame", he seemed like a completely different person, and his noble aura immediately quieted the entire tailor shop.

The Silver-edged noble and the senior tailor gaped, frozen in place. They were accustomed to dealing with nobles daily, but no noble had ever left them so astonished that they couldn't even utter the compliments they had prepared—in this situation, any level of flattery seemed insufficient.

Sola involuntarily tensed up, looking uneasily at her master. Although she was well aware of her master's transformation, when Rayan actually donned the black and red noble robe, she saw a completely different person—a strikingly handsome, high-and-mighty individual she could never be worthy of.

As a devoted female slave, she was of course pleased by her master's change, but when she saw Rayan's indifferent gaze, her heart suddenly contracted as if struck by something hard, and a torrent of sorrow surged from the depths of her heart, rushing into her lungs and making her breathing rapid and nearly incapacitating her.

The gap, the real gap, between a female slave and a noble, was as vast as that between heaven and earth...

Seeing everyone silent, Rayan thought there was a problem with his clothing. After a careful inspection and finding nothing amiss, he asked coldly, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, nothing..."

The Silver-edged noble finally snapped out of it, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, and squeezed out a narrow smile, "Your Excellency, we thought we just saw the sun..."

"Yes, yes!" added the senior tailor, "The way you wear that robe is so radiant, we were almost melted by your brilliance."

Rayan gave a slight smile, knowing these were just flattering remarks but still feeling quite pleased. However, this was all just an act, and after a brief internal satisfaction, he turned to his female slave and asked, "Slave, what do you think? Is it better than the one I wore before?"

Sola's plump lips trembled, unable to speak for a long time.

"Stupid slave."

Rayan cursed softly, but his eyes held a faint smile.

"What does a slave know about noble aesthetics?"

The Silver-edged noble continued Rayan's line, "A slave is just a slave, no better than pigs and dogs—"

Rayan immediately glared at the Silver-edged noble and said darkly, "My slave, I can talk about, but if anyone else dares to speak out of turn, I'll pull out their tongue and nail it to the stove."

"Yes, yes..." The Silver-edged noble trembled like a leaf, not daring to utter another word.

Rayan, still not satisfied, bluntly threatened the Silver-edged noble, "My boots were stolen, and your carriage is so shabby, you wouldn't expect me to walk back barefoot, would you?"

"That absolutely cannot happen!" exclaimed the Silver-edged noble, immediately offering, "Please allow me the opportunity to show my sincerity, Your Excellency, and let me provide you with a pair of boots."

Before Rayan could nod, the senior tailor hastily retrieved a pair of ornately decorated soft leather boots from a cabinet, moving so quickly it seemed a demon was breathing down his neck.

Rayan glanced at the boots, "Suitable for dancing and chasing women, but what I need is a pair that can hold up in the arena."

The tailor hesitated for a moment, "We do have boots suited for combat, but they were reserved for Marquis Hart..."

"Oh?"

Upon hearing that they were for Marquis Hart of the Firebird family, Rayan's interest was piqued. He sat back down, commanding in an arrogant and languid tone, "Bring them out for me to see, let's see what kind of taste that kid Hart has."

The senior tailor, thinking Rayan just wanted to look, dared not contradict him and quickly brought out a beautifully decorated box from under the worktable, then respectfully set it in front of Rayan, opening the shoe box.

Rayan's eyes lit up immediately.

The boots were made from Fourth Rank calm sea crocodile leather, appearing both sturdy and lightweight, and most notably, they had a wind attribute enchantment, with swirling air currents wrapping around the boot, forming a faint green glow.

"Not bad, did you make these?"

The senior tailor, seeing the noble young master's appreciative look, proudly introduced, "I did make the boots, true, but the calm sea crocodile leather and wind attribute enchantment were procured by Marquis Hart at great expense from the exclusive merchants of the Holy Light Sisterhood. The Fourth Rank crocodile leather is easy enough to buy if you have the money, but the wind attribute enchantment is a genuine magical enchantment, not just any artisan's work. The Holy Light Sisterhood only publicly offers it once a year at auctions in the four major kingdoms' capitals—though they call it an offering, without noble status and a high bid, it's virtually impossible to obtain."

Rayan pursed his lips, asking with curiosity, "Since it's a genuine magical enchantment, how has it been preserved until now?"

The tailor, with an expert's demeanor, smiled and explained, "This is our Artisan class's affair, Your Excellency, of course, you wouldn't know much about it. Preserving magical products is actually quite simple; you see, Feral Beast leather of Third Rank and above can be used as enchantment scrolls capable of bearing magic. The higher the grade, the greater the magic it can hold, and the longer it is preserved."

Rayan nodded, then picked up a boot to inspect it. He had an affinity with the mid-level wind spirit element, and although his reputation was only just beginning, he could already sense a faint resonance with the wind attribute. Moved, he immediately slipped his foot into the boot.

"Your Excellency, no!"

The senior tailor felt a chill down his back, as if a tornado was gathering above the roof. By the time he realized what was happening, Rayan had already put on both Gale Boots—

"Hey, these boots actually fit my feet pretty well."

Rayan stood up and took a few steps, the air swirling under his feet, and the lightness was unparalleled. "Good shoes!"

"Your Excellency, you've really put me in a difficult position!" the senior tailor's eyes filled with tears, "These are self-adjusting boots I made to fit the size of the foot, and you're the first to try them on, so of course they fit, but how am I supposed to explain this to Marquis Hart? Your Excellency, please take them off—"

Rayan sneered, "I'll take these boots. If you want me to take them off, let that Marquis Hart come and take them off himself."

"Your Excellency!"

The tailor pleaded urgently, "How can I dare tell Marquis Hart such a thing! Please spare me, I'm just a commoner!"

"Seeing you scared like the sky is falling," Rayan mocked, pointing at the amused-looking Silver-edged noble, "these boots were promised to me as a gift by Silver-edged duck, why don't you ask him for money and make another pair for Hart?"

"Right!" the tailor immediately turned his gaze to the Silver-edged noble, "Sir, this is all your fault, you have to compensate me for the materials for those boots."

Silver-edged noble's brain buzzed, and he muttered, "I didn't tell you to take such expensive boots... I can only afford three hundred gold coins, if worst comes to worst... just go to the black market and buy some second-rate goods, make another pair for Marquis Hart."

"Three hundred gold coins!" the tailor exclaimed, "That won't even buy a decent enchantment scroll! You can barely get a scroll secretly made by the Magic Academy! Crocodile leather is out of the question! Are you suggesting I substitute it with Second Rank lizard leather? But the problem with those boots will be immediately noticeable once worn! Then both of us are done for!"

Silver-edged noble seemed unconcerned, "Marquis Hart isn't likely to enter the arena himself; these boots are probably for his men, and they wouldn't dare tell their master they're bad, so there shouldn't be any problems."

"That may be true, but making counterfeit products is not a respectable thing to do..."

Silver-edged noble lowered his voice, "Do you want respect or to cause a feud between two nobles?"

The tailor glanced nervously at the frost-faced Rayan, then quickly nodded to Silver-edged noble, "Alright, alright, let's do that..."

Seeing the matter settled, Rayan smiled faintly, "It's getting late, I've had enough of being here. I am quite satisfied with your services, and should there be an opportunity in the future, you'll certainly reap some benefits."

Silver-edged noble and the senior tailor were overjoyed, hastily bowing to see him off, "Your Excellency, please go slowly, and let us know if you need anything!"

Rayan gestured to Sola, "Slave, let's go."

"Ah? Oh."

Sola followed Rayan woodenly, not daring to speak until they were far away.

When they reached a more secluded area, Rayan finally relaxed the noble air about him and turned to Sola, saying, "Sola, I apologize for not informing you of my plan in advance, I was just worried that speaking out would not achieve the authentic effect."

Sola exhaled deeply, "Master, just now... Sola felt very uncomfortable."

Rayan smiled gently, "Silly female slave, I've already gained the service and crest of a noble, and just in time for the Firebird family's arena contest, my goal is within reach, why would you still feel uncomfortable? Is it because of my harsh attitude just now, calling you a slave?"

"No, Sola is indeed a slave, and besides, master was only acting, how could Sola not understand? It's just..."

Sola's gaze fell back on Rayan's luxurious robe, her neck pulse quickening, breathing becoming difficult again.

"Just what?"

Rayan blinked in confusion, "Sola, are you uncomfortable?"

Sola shook her head, lowering her voice, "Before, Sola thought that even if she couldn't embrace, she could still be very close to master, but the moment master became a noble, Sola realized she was so far from master, so far that she could never touch him in this lifetime..."

Rayan's calm heart rippled as he lifted Sola's chin with his knuckle, looking directly into her fiery eyes, "Sola, look closely, I am not a noble, just over an hour ago, I was naked in front of you, and the distance between us was only—"

Before he could finish, the sound of galloping horses approached, and Rayan immediately grabbed Sola's waist and, with the agility of the Gale Boots, darted into a narrow alley...