Ark Undead

Old Siman was sketching a draft while chatting with the Undead.

"Have the guests thought about what kind of clothes they want to wear? Do they have any design preferences?"

The Undead put on his leg armor, picked up his breastplate, and said...

"Relaxed and dynamic."

"Is this a requirement for everyday clothing? Okay, I'll write it down."

Old Man wrote two words next to the notebook, and then spoke again.

"What style of formal wear do you want? Is it a suit, or something more traditionally Victorian with a silk-trimmed blouse and leggings?"

"It's all right."

The Undead doesn't care much about formal attire; for him, there are probably very few occasions where he would wear formal clothes.

Old Man Seaman nodded, smiled, and began to speak.

"In that case, I'll make it into a suit style for you, to wear with a top hat and cane. Would you like to add an overcoat?"

"can."

The Undead put on his breastplate, put his hands into his gauntlets, and looked at Old Man Siman beside him.

"You can make the decision."

"That won't do. The clothes are made for you to wear. Whatever style you like, that's what we'll make. I have to ask you no matter what."

Old Man chuckled twice, put away the tapes and drafts beside him, and continued to ask questions.

"Customers can choose the buttons and fabric themselves; they're on the display shelf outside. If you don't have any special requests, I'll help you choose. What do you think?"

"it is good."

The undead put on his gauntlets and then held his helmet in his left hand.

He extended his right hand and said to old Siman.

"Thank you."

"No need, it's what I should do."

Old Siman also extended his right hand, shook hands with the Undead briefly, and then quickly released it.

When the undead came out from behind, he had already put on his armor again, and even the black cloak on his back was hanging up.

"How's it going? Finished measuring?"

Xisha waited outside. When he saw the Undead come out, he put down his newspaper, stood up from his seat, and asked the Undead.

"How are you feeling? Did old Siman talk to you about clothes?"

"Have."

The immortal nodded, then glanced back inside.

"I asked the tailor to help me choose. He said it was fine."

"Well, Old Siman has been making clothes for so long, he can definitely make you a few decent outfits."

Xisha nodded and said.

"Wait a moment, I need to talk to Seaman about something."

So Xisha went to the counter and whispered something to Xiao Ximan.

Little Ximan nodded, scribbled something in her notebook, and then looked up and said something to Xisha.

The Undead didn't pay attention to their conversation; it had nothing to do with them.

He, however, focused his attention on the other buttons and fabric on the wall next to him.

In Victoria's garment industry, customers are free to define the garments they desire. This includes everything from the fabric and sewing method to the number of bags and buttons.

These were all ways Victorians used to express themselves. For them, a decent outfit could accompany them through a stage of life, or even a lifetime.

Of course, there are very few traditional Victorians nowadays. Influenced by new ideas in Colombia, many young people have also started wearing simple T-shirts and various trendy clothes.

The culture of Terra is constantly facing various changes due to the impact of the new generation.

The chivalric culture of Kazimierz made its own choice, though that choice can hardly be called good.

However, it did indeed change the economic development of Kazimierz to some extent, at least turning the Great Knight Territory into the prosperous and decadent place it is today, generating hundreds or thousands of times more economic income for the entire Kazimierz region than before.

Victoria wasn't as severely impacted. But as one of the few mobile cities that kept up with the times, Victoria also built skyscrapers and all sorts of neon billboards.

Old streets like the one where Old Seaman's shop is located are not uncommon in Victoria. But old streets with such a strong Victorian flavor are truly rare.

It's difficult for the undead to discern anything related to dragon culture from these old objects and streets.

Logically speaking, according to Silver Grey, the person who left the dragon head stone came to Victoria and should have profoundly influenced the culture and institutions there.

In Victoria, however, the undead have hardly ever seen anything related to dragons.

So far, the undead have only seen various literary, scholarly, and commercial buildings.

Since there are none in the open, the only way to find the immortals is to search for them in the shadows.

Hopefully, Miss Skyfire's storyline will give the Undead enough opportunities to find something related to it.

As he pondered these thoughts, the Undead left his gaze upon the fabric and buttons.

When Xisha walked over from behind, he patted the Undying Man on the shoulder.

"Let's go, things are done here."

Xisha pushed open the gate and waited until the Undead came out before closing it.

"Thank you."

The Undead politely thanked Xisha, who nodded slightly.

"Where to next?"

The immortal asked Xisha.

Xisha looked at the Undead and pointed to another shop next to him.

The immortal looked up and saw a shoe store.

"The clothes are finished, but there are still many other things that haven't arrived yet."

Xisha said to the immortals with emotion.

"Mr. Undying wants to integrate into the Victorian environment and adapt to Victorian culture as soon as possible, and these are all essential. A suit, a pair of leather shoes, a watch. These are the basics of a respectable person."

He brought the undead to the entrance of the shoe store and spoke to him.

"The nobles in the upper city usually form an impression of a person at first glance. They will observe your clothing and whether your shoes are appropriate. They will also judge your taste by your accessories and watches."

"They will also observe how many poems you can quote and whether your smile is standard when they talk to you to determine whether you have sufficient refinement and knowledge."

"So, there's still quite a bit to buy. Although we can't rely on smiles and knowledge, we must at least put on a good show."

Xisha glanced meaningfully at the Undead and said.

"After all, Mr. Undead, you don't just want to contact the gangs in the Lower City, you also want to get information from the nobles in the Upper City, don't you?"

"Yes."

"Let's go then, I'll get you two pairs of suitable shoes."

The Undead nodded, glanced up at the shoe store, and followed Xisha inside.

On this day, almost all the immortals were wandering around this old street, and Xisha led them to buy many things.

What are the customs and traditions surrounding clothing, shoes, and even the walking stick?

When choosing a timepiece, should you choose a pocket watch or a wristwatch?

While Xisha was selecting and customizing items for the Undead, she was also giving them a crash course in this area.

The Undead were also listening attentively, showing great respect for Xisha.

He knew that this was Xisha spending time teaching him, laying the foundation for him to communicate with the upper-class aristocracy of Victoria.

It must have been SilverAsh's instruction; I must seize this opportunity.

Not only did Xisha take the Undead to visit several other places, but she also took them to explore things related to the Undead themselves.

I visited stores selling custom-made women's clothing, as well as some perfume and jewelry shops.

Xisha briefly described the entire Victorian culture of communication to the Undead. However, it was only a day, and the key points of Victoria's upper-class circles were much more than that; the Undead would have to experience them gradually.

During this journey, the immortal also passed by a shop that specializes in making masks.

It's not a Kamen Rider mask, but rather a ball mask used at parties, usually to cover one's face and hide one's identity to enjoy the party.

Although everyone knows that a mask cannot completely hide their identities, it is just an excuse.

A way to deceive oneself, to let go of the constraints of one's original identity, and to fully enjoy the ball.

But the Undead went to the mask shop not to attend the ball, but to get a mask for everyday use.

Although she didn't quite understand why the Undead had such a deep obsession with hiding their faces, Xisha still accompanied the Undead as they strolled through the shop for quite some time.

The immortal told the shopkeeper his needs: he wanted a silver mask that could completely cover his face, but would allow some of his features to be exposed.

After the boss nodded, he first drew a sketch for the Undead and showed it to the Undead.

This sketch reveals the part of the immortal below his lips. The mask is silver and is decorated with some Victorian ornaments.

The immortal nodded, indicating his satisfaction with the mask.

I then paid and placed the order. The pickup time was similar to that of the clothes and shoes; I'll be picking them up the day after tomorrow.

As for the clothes, it was because Xisha managed to get them rushed out of the queue for the Undead.

In this way, everything has been purchased.

By the time I walked out of the last shop, the sky was almost dark.

They spent almost a whole day on this street, and the Undead heard more than they had in the previous month or two.

"This is the most troublesome part of trying to integrate into Victorian culture."

Xisha sighed; he could certainly see that the Undead were getting a little irritable towards the end.