Chương 64: Floral Dress and Butterfly Hair Clip

It was almost noon when Frilian woke up.

If she hadn't been so hungry, she probably could have slept a little longer.

Philon was no longer in the room. The little girl was very diligent; she must have gone out to find a place to practice meditation again.

Waking up in the morning in a natural environment is the best time for meditation, which is important for accumulating magical power.

Phyllen never misses a day.

Frilian was very pleased with this.

"Huh, where's Xia En? Did they go out together?"

She muttered something to herself, but didn't really care.

Stepping out of the inn and onto the street, I looked for a magic shop or a bookstore to kill some time.

Just then, a group of people running in one direction caught her attention.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

The main gate of the Valm Adventurers' Guild.

Shaun was wearing that immovable linen shirt, and in front of him was a middle-aged mage holding a staff.

"Young man, are you sure you don't need to use [defense magic]?"

The man hesitated and did not act immediately.

Xia En nodded.

"Don't worry, Uncle, go ahead and attack. Don't worry about me."

Then he stood still and didn't move.

After receiving confirmation from Shane, the old mage raised his staff and unleashed a very ordinary beam of magic at Shane. It was the simplest [normal attack magic], without any charging, and the beam was as thin as a finger.

It's clear that the older man is still very afraid of hurting Xia En.

Swah—— The magical attack successfully struck Shane's body.

However, nothing happened.

The magical attack seemed to be absorbed upon contact with the linen shirt, disappearing instantly.

The magician was stunned.

It's true that you can achieve magical defense without using any defensive magic, just by wearing an ordinary-looking piece of clothing?

The old man raised his staff again, this time unleashing a golden slash.

Swah—— The slash disappeared again after hitting Shane.

Gasps of surprise erupted from the crowd.

"It actually can completely defend against it!"

"A divine artifact! Could this be some kind of ancient defensive armor?"

Have you ever seen armor that looks exactly like a regular shirt?

"Look, we saw it today."

"..."

Immediately afterwards, more and more mages stepped forward and began to attempt to attack Shane.

All the attacks hit Xia En but had no effect whatsoever, failing to harm him in the slightest.

When Frillie saw this scene from among the onlookers, she was also very surprised.

She knew that Shane was practicing as a sage and was already able to make many interesting "little gadgets," but this was the first time she had seen Shane make real armor.

As she marveled, a luxurious carriage pulled up from the side of the street.

A plump, merchant-looking man alighted from the carriage, wiping sweat from his brow with a handkerchief as he strode into the Adventurers' Guild. He whispered something in the receptionist's ear. Moments later, the crowd on the street dispersed, and Shane was ushered back in.

A wooden sign that read "Temporarily Closed" was also hung at the entrance of the guild.

Frillie thought for a moment and sat down by the flowerbed opposite the Adventurers' Guild gate. Since she was killing time anyway, she might as well wait for Shane here.

With a reach of his hand, he pulled a magic book from thin air...

Finally, after she had flipped through half of the book, the doors of the Adventurers' Guild were opened again.

Xia En is out.

"Frilian, what are you doing here?"

Shaun was beaming with joy, and was even happier to see Frillie standing at the door.

"I saw you here and came over to see what was going on. How did it go? Did you sell any of the armor?"

Hearing Frillie's question, Shane smiled smugly and patted his back.

"Let's go, today's shopping spree is on me, Mr. Shane."

Is it a backpack, not a purse?

Frillie's eyes widened slowly.

Xia En also felt that this deal had exceeded expectations.

When he traveled with Frilian before, he had also made some trinkets, such as clocks with "timekeeping" and fabrics with "color retention", which could only be sold for a few silver coins, or even just a few copper coins.

This time, the "Immovable as a Mountain" item sold for an astronomical price, a full 100 gold coins.

The Adventurers' Guild's Valm branch manager personally traded with him, and even issued an IOU for installments because he didn't have enough gold.

I won't have to worry about travel expenses for the next few years.

Moreover, it can also buy Philon some nice birthday gifts.

"I saw that the armor was very effective, and you just sold it like that. Don't you feel it's a pity?" Frilian asked.

Xia En smiled.

For him, the "Immovable as a Mountain" attribute was too useless; it only served as a stationary target. This kind of attribute was suitable for noble lords, not adventurers. He'd rather exchange it for money than use it himself.

Besides, he glanced at himself and saw that he had acquired one purple and two blue items this time, and this last one was the most useful.

[Invulnerable to Swords and Spears (Blue Excellent)]: Swords and spears cannot harm you.

"Let's go pick out a gift for Philon."

Shane pulled Frilian along and headed straight for the tailor shop.

The receptionist was pointing in this direction, wasn't she?

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Faced with a dazzling array of clothes, Frillie was caught in a dilemma.

"This one?"

"The color is awful; Philon will definitely not like it."

"What about this one?"

"The pattern is too complicated and not suitable for her age."

"And this one..."

"Why."

Xia En looked at the clothes that Frilian had picked out and felt completely overwhelmed.

"You haven't ever picked out clothes before, have you...?"

"How is that possible!"

Frillie is stubborn.

What kind of expression is that?!

Xia En sighed, walked to the clothes rack, and carefully examined the beautiful clothes herself.

Based on his understanding of Philon, his clothes should not be too flashy, the colors should be simple, and the style should be conservative, since she cares a lot about whether she is dignified.

Ok?

Xia En took out a light purple floral dress.

Feeling good.

Frillie looked at the dress Shane had chosen, stroked her chin, and nodded reluctantly.

Okay, she definitely has a better eye for things than me.

"If you're giving me a dress, what am I supposed to give you?"

Xia En thought for a moment, "Let's give her accessories."

A short dress and accessories make a perfect combination. It might not be outstanding, but at least it won't go wrong.

After leaving the tailor shop, the two walked along the street stalls, looking at them as they went.

Every now and then, Frilian would pick up a piece of jewelry and ask Shane for his opinion, to which Shane would either shake his head or frown.

The two of them had a very difficult time making their choice.

Until, in front of a certain stall, a silver hair clip caught Shane's eye.

He was suddenly stunned.

"Frilian, how about this one?"

Frillie, whose steps were already a little unsteady, glanced at what Shane was holding—a silver hair clip shaped like a butterfly.