abnormal mutation

Chapter 149 Progressive Machinery
The old tailor's dress fabrics and craftsmanship are more complex than one might imagine; different fabrics are used for different garments and parts of the dress.

The tuxedo uses a satin weave, with wool and silk blends used in the details. It has a strong luster but is not very durable, but this is not a big problem for formal wear.

The black dress is made of plain weave worsted wool, mainly high-count wool of 150 or higher, with the addition of silk and a certain elastic fiber to enhance softness and drape, giving it an "invisible sophistication".

However, none of these challenges could faze Roland.

As a bloodline ability, he mastered [Weaving] along with basic weaving techniques such as plain weave, twill weave, satin weave, and fancy weave. The spider cocoons and life coatings he wove were far more complex than this.

But life fibers are extraordinary creations, extremely fine and invisible to the naked eye. He had only completed half of the life coating, so it would be too absurd to use them to make a garment that ordinary people could see.

He decided to use silk as a material, and he tried everything: old clothes, wood, metal, rocks, soil, dyes...

The process of drawing silk threads can be extremely precise. Bundles of colorful silk threads gradually take shape, becoming soft and delicate. Even an experienced tailor would probably not be able to tell what these threads are made of.

All of them can be used. There are many silks that are better than regular cotton, linen and wool, but if you want to consider simplicity, large quantity, lightness and easy washing, wood fiber is still the better choice.

After extracting the essence from a eucalyptus tree, he used it as the main material, mixed it with plant dyes and a small amount of bio-fibers, and wove it into a white composite thread.

Then a giant spider appeared in the room, its countless segments more precise than the most sophisticated instruments, and in just a few minutes it wove a dress exactly like a tuxedo.

There are no visible seams on the surface of the garment; the material is finer, has a stronger texture, is elastic, and is naturally heavier.

It can withstand bullets, shockwaves, and low-intensity spiritual impacts!
'This is true personal customization, but unfortunately it's only pseudo-extraordinary and can't be brought into the spirit world.'

Roland decided that once he had enough materials, he would use extraordinary materials to draw silk, and combine it with life fibers, mind fibers, and other materials to weave himself a set of truly extraordinary clothing, so that he wouldn't have to wear a cloak with his bare bottom on every time he traveled back and forth.

Afterwards, he adjusted a few details according to his own aesthetic, adding divine metallic threads for embellishment, making the overall look more harmonious and three-dimensional, giving the wearer a sense of understated luxury.

He had plenty of materials left, so he used them all to make two regular formal suits, complete with hats and coats, to wear alternately.

Making clothes may seem like a frivolous pursuit, but it constantly hones one's knitting skills, which is beneficial for mastering life coatings and biological weapons.

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In Orencia, the days are long; the average person eats three meals a day and rests twice.

Wealthy people eat at least five meals a day, with snacks or tea in the morning and afternoon.

Formal dinners usually start at 9 p.m., but guests must arrive before 8 p.m.; being late is considered very impolite.

As evening fell, a car drove out of the garden villa and headed south along Wanghai Road.

To the left is the azure bay bathed in the glow of the setting sun. A gentle breeze stirs the water, creating shimmering golden waves – a truly breathtaking sight.

Roland and Annabeth sat side by side in the back row. The girl volunteered to be his companion, and he also needed a shield.

"I've asked around, and the Earl of Bernadotte is named Falk. His family's core business is mechanical manufacturing, mainly automobiles, ships, and mechanical modifications. The famous Progress Machinery Company in the Empire is his family's business."

Rumor has it that his granddaughter was born with a disability, so he spent a huge amount of money researching mechanical modifications. Mechanical arms and legs are child's play, and it is said that he even has a mechanical heart..." Percy turned his head to the side, his face full of amazement.

"That must be very expensive, right?" Roland stroked his neatly trimmed stubble thoughtfully.

This level of technology is quite unique, far surpassing the technological sophistication of conventional machinery, and there is likely some extraordinary factor involved.

“That’s for sure, their clientele are all quite wealthy. However, they have a Progressive Machinery Foundation that provides free mechanical upgrades for the poor, and there are quite a few spots available.” A hint of appreciation appeared in Posey’s eyes.

"That's interesting." Roland really wanted to visit and learn from it.

He just launched his body repair service on Hive Networks, which has generated a lot of discussion. As a substitute for body repair, machines certainly have many challenges to overcome, and perhaps he can find some inspiration from them.

Perhaps we can even learn a trick or two; weaving clothes is one thing, but weaving machines are another.

The car continued its journey and soon arrived at the Earl of Bernadotte Estate.

Surprisingly, this estate is not located by the sea, but is hidden in a lush woodland. There is a simple wooden sign hanging at the entrance, giving it a very rustic feel.

After the invitations were checked, the group was ushered into a vintage horse-drawn carriage and continued south along a forest road until they arrived at a lake a full Delhi in diameter. Before them lay clear, blue waters, and in the distance, picturesque mountains rose and fell. Buildings, simple in style, blended harmoniously with the surrounding environment, nestled along the lake.

Roland and Bosie exchanged a glance, both seeing the doubt in each other's eyes.

It's quite illogical that a noble family that started out in the machinery industry would live in such a primitive environment, completely unrelated to machinery.

The carriage stopped by the lake, and a gravel road led to the lakeside villa, probably several hundred yards long.

A waiter in a white shirt and black vest opened the car door and invited the group to get out, as they would then have to walk.

Roland jumped out of the car and looked around.

As night fell, the streetlights hidden in the woods and by the lake remained lit, their soft light emitting no pungent odor; they must have been some kind of oil lamps.

The lakeside, the paths, and the park were filled with men and women in formal attire, chatting quietly in a harmonious atmosphere, with one or two waiters waiting nearby for each group of guests.

“This place is really special,” Annabeth whispered, taking his arm as she climbed onto his.

Roland felt the soft touch on her arm, glanced at her somewhat avant-garde thin dress, and teased, "Luckily there are no mosquitoes, otherwise someone would have suffered."

"Hmph, it's only March." Annabeth rolled her eyes at him and raised her little fist. "I'm not afraid of mosquitoes. Do you think I'm some delicate little princess?"

"You two hurry up," Percy waved his hand somewhat impatiently.

In the past, his sister would always link arms with him on such occasions, but this time he was all alone, which made him feel abandoned.

Roland didn't pay much attention to his little mood and quietly looked around to make it easier for them to move around later.

The dinner was just a cover. Once Nami found her target, she would have to act swiftly and decisively, without leaving for too long to avoid being discovered.

Today is a ball and dinner party, with a large number of people, probably over a hundred. After the hour and a half dinner, there will be a more relaxed social dance party, meaning it will be easier to move around after 10:30 pm.

The group strolled along the path, their handsome men and beautiful women attracting attention. Being unfamiliar faces, they drew admiring glances from those around them, who nodded or raised their glasses in greeting.

As Roland approached the villa's lobby, he noticed an increasing number of gazes falling on him, including several from the villa's second-floor terrace.

He looked up and saw an elderly man in a black suit waving at him with a smile on his face. He was a complete stranger to him.

“Mr. Otto, His Excellency the Count invites you up for a chat. These two gentlemen and ladies can have some appetizers in the hall.” Just as he was wondering, a waiter came running over and bowed, inviting him.

"Go quickly." Annabeth pulled her hand away and gently pushed his arm.

The count clearly only wanted to invite Roland, and she couldn't be impolite no matter how curious she was.

"Let's go." Roland's expression remained unchanged as he strode towards the villa.

He secretly thought to himself, "This count is definitely up to something. Such an urgent gift of a high-class suit is something not everyone can enjoy."

Upon entering the villa, one is greeted by bright lights. The hall has been transformed into a dance hall, with a band playing soft and soothing music.

Separated from the lobby by a door is the restaurant, which is luxuriously furnished. The tableware is arranged so neatly that it looks like it has been precisely measured. The crystal chandeliers and wine glasses sparkle brightly, exuding a dazzling aura.

The spiral staircase leading to the second floor is like a restricted area; you can't go up there without a waiter leading you.

The waiter could only lead him this far, so someone else took him up. The new waiter was a middle-aged man who always lagged behind by half a step, and his smile was more natural.

Roland glanced at his arm without making a sound, and he immediately recognized that this person was an extraordinary being. His left hand was a sophisticated mechanical arm covered with a layer of gel that was close to the skin color, and it looked very realistic.

There were also quite a few people in the second-floor lobby, their clothing relatively casual. Judging from their life force and aura, he identified a dozen or so as mid-level extraordinary individuals.

'This seems to be a high-end gathering.'

Roland's arrival immediately attracted the attention of many people, and several of them changed their expressions slightly, clearly recognizing him.

(End of this chapter)