abnormal mutation

Chapter 148 The Spider is a Good Tailor

Roland waved his hand, and Leongard behind him understood, placing a leather suitcase on the counter, opening it to reveal countless golden spheres.

This is a sealing sphere he wove with gold wire and life fibers. It is about five centimeters in diameter, hollow, gold, and perfectly round, like a work of art.

"I only want 20,000 German dollars; exchange the rest for goods." Roland slammed a list in front of Hayden.

Hayden is the head of the Knights' Glory in the Almosid region, enjoying the treatment of a senior butler. He manages both the auction house and the shops, and as long as the procedures are followed, it is not difficult for him to transfer or purchase goods from the shops.

“This…” Hayden was startled, thinking that Roland had given him some difficult problem.

But if you pick up the list and scan it, you'll find that the requirements are not high, or even very low.

Extraordinary materials contaminated with pollution, extraordinary properties extracted from the dead, magical items with extremely strong negative effects, forbidden sealed artifacts...

The higher the energy level, the better; the lower the price, the better; quality is completely irrelevant.

Hayden looked constipated, wanting to ask but not daring to, finding it hard to understand why someone would spend 300,000 on these things.

Could it be that this director is simply here to help the Chamber of Commerce? Otherwise, why would he be so fond of collecting junk?

"What I need shouldn't be too difficult to obtain. Please take care of sending me one or two batches each week and keep proper invoices. This is my assistant, Leongard. You can contact him." Roland feigned composure, but in reality, he was extremely distressed.

“This is a good idea. I’ll gather a batch and send them to you in the next couple of days. If they’re not suitable, you can replace them at any time.” Hayden was worried that the director might be acting on a whim and that if they were to do it in batches, he could stop at any time, leaving room for him to change his mind.

A few minutes later, Hayden personally saw Roland out the door and gave him an advance of 20,000 German dollars before he left.

Twenty thousand German dollars is enough to cover Roland's daily expenses. As long as he doesn't buy big items like a cruise ship, it's enough for him to squander for a while.

He lay back in the back seat, listening to the roar of the steam engine, letting the sunlight fall on his face, and filled with anticipation.

Three hundred thousand German dollars is a huge sum of money, and even the Richard family might not be able to come up with it all at once. Investing these resources into the chessboard will definitely bring about revolutionary changes.

'First, establish a few intermediate positions to gain control of the narrative.'

He suddenly realized that joining the Northern Chamber of Commerce was a wise choice. The committee system had its advantages and disadvantages. As long as his power was dominant, it would be natural to control the entire chamber of commerce.

"Ding dong..."

Singer: "I just came out of the law enforcement agency, and they still want to detain me? Don't they know who I am!"

Roland smiled knowingly. Colin's status as an Extraordinary was secondary to his success; he loved to spend money freely and had many friends.

Mysterious man: "What's going on?"

The singer said: "Windsor somehow reached an agreement with her brother, who took all the blame, claiming that he was forced into it and that the mastermind was the Thistle Merchant Guild. Then he died on the spot, clearly from some kind of mind control."

Several law enforcement officers were present at the time, along with a well-known lawyer and friends from the newspaper that I had brought with me…

This kind of death is tantamount to pinning the blame on the Thistle Flower Merchant Guild; even self-justification is insufficient to remove it.

Unfortunately, the Thistle Flower Merchant Guild is a business giant with close ties to the royal family. The law enforcement officer doesn't want to provoke them, but he can't avoid them either.

They wanted to find a reason to detain Windsor and Colin, pending further action from their superiors, but Colin's legal team was not to be trifled with. They confronted the law enforcement officers directly and managed to bring the two out.

The matter was reported in the newspapers that same day. Public opinion acts as a protective shield, and besides, Colin was merely caught up in it. The law enforcement officers were already in enough trouble; they wouldn't want to create more problems for themselves.

But Windsor is a different story; it will be very difficult for the Richard family to clear their name. The law enforcement officer may not seem impressive, but he's actually quite capable and certainly has the ability to uncover the truth.

Mysterious figure: "It's good that you're safe. What's the status of the [Sunflower]?"

Singer: "Nothing has changed; it will probably enter the Silent Strait around dusk."

Mysterious person: "Add me as a friend - Mermaid, keep in touch and help Nami find it."

Singer: "Leave it to me!"

Roland gave one of his two infections yesterday to Mengwei and the other to Nami. He needs Nami's help to find the Sunflower.

This mission was originally supposed to be between Colin and the Windsor, but both ships are currently detained in Millmarcos. Hopefully, Colin's intelligence will be accurate, narrowing down the search area and making things less difficult for Nami.

...Back at the villa, there was a row of cars parked there.

In addition to the warehouse and dock design team that came to survey the situation, there were also two elegant elderly men dressed in formal attire.

When Norman, the butler, saw Roland, his face beamed with a smile even more ostentatiously than usual: "Sir, these two are Earl Bernardot's personal tailors, who have brought you two brand-new suits. Please try them on."

"Good afternoon, Mr. Otto. Due to time constraints, some details may still need minor adjustments." The old man spoke humbly, but his expression was extremely confident.

This move truly surprised Roland. Count Bernardot was thoughtful and generous, offering two custom-made outfits before even meeting him. Now Roland had no reason not to go.

Even the fastest personalized customization can't be done in a day or two. Perhaps when he just arrived, they were already preparing it.

It would be quite disrespectful to refuse such a level of courtesy.

The two formal suits, one white and one black, included a complete set of jacket, tie, bow tie, brooch, shirt, vest, trousers, belt, shoes, socks and hat, showing great care.

The black one is a short evening gown, made of lightweight fabric, suitable for spring and summer, with a classic design.

The white one is a variant of the tuxedo, with a more sophisticated and avant-garde design, somewhat like a short trench coat, and with a touch of elegance.

Roland tried them on one by one, and both suits fit him perfectly. The tailcoat, in particular, made him look even more dashing and extraordinary, exuding an air of nobility with his stunning charm.

The old tailor's eyes grew brighter and brighter, and he secretly admired Falk's eye for talent.

He exclaimed, "To be frank, I've met princes before, but I didn't understand what 'born aristocracy' meant. But now I know, you are more like a prince than any prince could ever be."

"You can't just say that; not all princes are magnanimous," Roland teased with a smile.

His charm stems from his bloodline, not from any deliberate plastic surgery, so there's no need for him to hide it. Even without divinity, he is a new kind of human, superior to ordinary humans and with a longer lifespan—an inevitable result of bloodline evolution.

As for those high-sequence extraordinary individuals, they may be stranger, but not more handsome, because the "charm" brought by those traits is not something that ordinary people can appreciate.

“You absolutely must attend the dinner tonight,” Percy chimed in from the side, her tone resolute. “I have to show those people what a real handsome man is. I’ve had enough of that sickly, skinny, effeminate aesthetic in the South, haven’t I, sister?”

Annabeth didn't reply to him; her eyes were fixed on Roland's figure, her mind completely captivated.

Roland smiled nonchalantly, turned to thank the old man, and said, "I like it very much. Please give my regards to His Excellency the Earl. I will definitely be at the banquet on time tonight."

He didn't mention money; the other party wasn't short of money and wouldn't accept it anyway, so he could only accept the favor for now.

"Have you ever learned ballroom dancing?" the old man asked, seemingly ignoring the question with a strange smile. "Practice this afternoon; it should come in handy. I'll be waiting for you at the manor."

"Uh, okay." Roland didn't seem to mind too much and politely saw the two old men off.

As soon as I entered, I was met with Annabeth's staring gaze.

"I'll teach you to dance. Which one would you like to learn? I'm good at court dances, like waltz and foxtrot."

"Hey, who was it that said they wouldn't teach?" Percy sat on the sofa, teasing with a strange smile.

"Shut up." Annabeth turned and glared at him fiercely.

Roland smiled helplessly: "Ballroom dancing is out of the question. No one says you have to dance. I can refuse."

“That’s very ungentlemanly of you.” Percy put down his teacup, shook his head and sighed. “Usually it’s only women who reject men. What you’re doing will embarrass the woman.”

“But we will avoid disputes caused by hormones,” Roland said calmly.

"What are hormones?" Percy was taken aback.

"Guess?" Roland didn't answer him, and turned to go upstairs.

He had a sudden burst of inspiration and a new idea came to him.

If he can master weaving, he can also be a good tailor. It doesn't matter if he doesn't understand design, there are ready-made products for him to copy.

'Using knitting to imitate extraordinary formal wear is very promising!'

(End of this chapter)