The overlord of the gods is interrogating the alien female spy.

　But Qilin didn't immediately look at the clothes; instead, he stood in the women's clothing section and began to examine them.

　Black stockings?

　Chen Lingxu blinked, making sure he wasn't seeing things.

　A row of black pantyhose hung neatly there, probably a 60D.

　"Outrageous tailoring skills."

　The clothes are still in medieval style, but the craftsmanship of making black stockings has caught up with modern times.

　How much do these socks cost?

　"Five dollars a pair, sir. They're all the latest thick black style."

　The tailor shop assistant, who was probably an apprentice of the old tailor, glanced at the Kirin Overlord, who was two heads taller than him, and then at the Sarkaz beside him, before thoughtfully making recommendations.

　The fabric is sheer and silky smooth, perfectly showcasing long, sexy legs.

　What about that bare-skin-feel concealer, silky smooth, skin-friendly and delicate, with a shimmering, glossy sheen that makes the skin glow, more natural and sexy...blah blah blah.

　"Hmm, that's right, but we'll only know how effective it is after we put it on. Slave, go and change."

　Chen Lingxu flicked his finger, tossed a silver coin to the apprentice waiter, and took two pairs of black stockings.

　"Ugh?"

　Theresa blinked, then blankly entered the changing room with a pair of black stockings in her hand.

　"Wait... Master... why are you also..."

　But the Qilin followed, its towering form transforming into a curtain that completely blocked the small changing room.

　"Otherwise, how would I know what you're wearing? Enough talk, change right now and show me."

　"Woo..."

　That despicable villain, how dare he humiliate her like this...

　Although my clothes had been torn many times before, the feedback from being forced to change clothes in front of him was different from the feedback from changing clothes voluntarily.

　The stockings were incredibly smooth and firm. As the small hands pulled them along, they slowly enveloped Xiaotaozi's fair skin. The deep, dark stockings covered her moonlit legs, and finally, with a soft snap, they wrapped around her waist perfectly.

　"Hmm... just average."

　Do they usually make her lift her skirt and twirl around? Those eyes of hers just now practically ripped her apart!

　Theresa pouted as she straightened her clothes and retrieved the storage basket from the Qilin's tail.

　"..."

　Doesn't this monster buy clothes?

　Or was it just to change her socks?

　Theresa followed him out of the tailor shop, her mind preoccupied with these thoughts.

　Oh, how could it be that I specially changed her socks...? I guess I just left because I didn't have enough money left to buy her a new outfit.

　Theresa nodded, feeling that she had guessed correctly.

　"If you head northwest from Syracuse, you'll reach the territory of Ston. Further southwest is the route to Gaul. Letania is about to elect a new king, and the Elector Hochberg family of Ston is plotting for it. They are very likely to become the new king."

　The bard's map was also seized by the Kirin Overlord, who learned of the current situation around Syracuse and Letania.

　Chen Lingxu planned to go directly to the Emperor of Letania to inquire about the liches. As for whether those people would disrespect him?

　The Qilin Overlord clenched its fist.

　He glanced at the 'benevolence and righteousness' in his left and right hands, and dismissed the argument with disdain.

　New socks are a little slippery when walking in boots.

　Theresa slung the basket over her arm and examined the remaining pair of black stockings closely.

　She was also a tailor, so she was naturally very interested in clothing from foreign lands.

　"Such exquisite stitching, such fine threads... and yet it's breathable... I've never seen this kind of fabric before... truly amazing."

　She couldn't help but marvel at it.

　If she were to come, it would take her several days to sew such exquisite garments using only her hands and a sewing machine. But when the tailor apprentice brought in the new designs, she could clearly see that there were at least several hundred pairs in the wardrobe.

　What did the tailors of Letania use to sew these clothes? What materials were they made of?

　She's so curious.

　It's a pity I didn't have the chance to learn it.

　"Woo..."

　With her attention completely focused on the socks in her hands, Theresa, ignoring what was in front of her, bumped headfirst into the Qilin's back.

　Oh no, I'm going to get punished again.

　Theresa was already mentally making up reasons to try and persuade the monster to go easy on her.

　It really hurts when that big tail whips my butt.

　"Um……"

　A map was sent to me.

　"You lead the way."

　"Ah...yes, Master."

　Theresa picked up the map and looked at it, finding the town of Syracuse where they were located.

　The map was marked with many symbols by the bard, probably some of the places he had been. Fortunately, it was in Gaulish, so Theresa could roughly understand some of it.

　Kazdel's current writing system and language have, through the large-scale migration of Sarkaz to work elsewhere and then back to Kazdel, taken the form of a powerful nation like Gaul.

　The Tikkaz language, as Chen Lingxu spoke, is likely only understood to some extent by the noble and ancient royal courts. Ordinary Sarkaz like Theresa can only learn languages ​​and scripts based on their environment. Gaulish, Victorian, and Letanian are the three most common, with Gaulish script being the primary form of writing. Of course, she only learned to write because of a good teacher; most Sarkaz can't even write their own names, with an illiteracy rate as high as 99%.

　Theresa looked at the map for a while, then looked up at the Qilin gazing at the sky, and seemed to understand something.

　This villain clearly possesses immense power, yet he is currently an illiterate person who cannot read.

　The reason I was able to find the tavern yesterday and the tailor shop today is probably because of the picture signs hanging above.

　“Puff…”

　Theresa couldn't help but chuckle softly.

　Chapter Twenty: Not a Wandering Ghost

　It wasn't Chen Lingxu's fault that he couldn't read; it was the fault of the world.

　Anyone could find themselves ten thousand years in the future in the blink of an eye, with all their past knowledge turning to ashes. It would be impossible to fully grasp modern knowledge in just one or two weeks.

　He was aware of Theresa's snickering, but Chen Lingxu had no interest in teasing her now.

　I need to find a way to learn to read.

　Chen Lingxu followed behind the little slave, his fingertips dancing over the fragment of the black crown.

　It is known that Blackcrown can browse information from Originium, and Originium can transform real matter into information stored internally... So, could he use Blackcrown fragments to bypass Originium as a transit station and directly collect knowledge from the heads of real beings?

　"..."

　Theresa, who was intently studying the map, suddenly shivered.

　She secretly turned her head, but Qilin was still looking elsewhere, seemingly unaware of her previous little scheme.

　But... Theresa was 100% certain that this wicked monster was plotting to bully her again.

　That's absolutely outrageous...

　Theresa mentally gave the Qilin puppet another good beating.

　Although this little slave is a bit dim-witted, he's not bad to use. We should find someone else for the experiments.

　Chen Lingxu was afraid that if he wasn't careful, he might turn this already not-so-bright little slave into a complete idiot.

　That would be such a waste.

　The wilderness of Syracuse becomes especially desolate at night, and the howls of wild beasts can be heard in the wind.

　Theresa sat by the campfire, hugging her knees. She stared at the burning flames, but her attention was entirely on the Qilin beside her.

　They haven't done anything to her yet tonight... Are they thinking of even more horrible ways to torture her?

　The Qilin Overlord remained silent, and this silence was the culprit that caused Theresa to overthink.

　"Ouch——!!!"

　The campfire illuminated only a few meters around, beyond which lay inky darkness. The howls of the wild beasts grew louder, as if they were lurking in the surrounding darkness, ready to hunt at any moment, waiting for the campfire to die down before they could chase their prey.

　Startled by the howling, Theresa added a few twigs she had gathered to the campfire before shrinking back toward the Qilin.

　Although this monster is fierce and brutal, he probably wouldn't just stand by and watch his slaves be in danger, would he?

　Theresa heard from Sarkaz mercenaries who had passed through the village that some slave owners treated slaves merely as expendable commodities, exploiting them without any sense of obligation. Others, however, treated slaves as assets, providing them with food and medical care, all for the sake of long-term profit.

　The Qilin in front of us should be the one behind us.

　That kind of person... although equally hateful, as long as I still have value to him, I probably won't abandon her...

　Theresa thought to herself that she didn't want to gamble her safety entirely on such a monster, but she had no other choice...

　A tailor who knew nothing but a brave heart had nothing else.

　She was not yet entitled to resist this wretched fate.

　"Owner……"

　Chen Lingxu glanced at the little slave who was nestled beside him like a dumpling, and draped his tail over to her.

　"call……"

　The addition of a tail in her arms dispelled Theresa's fear.

　"Ouch~!"

　The howls of the wild beasts had not yet ceased, and... they were growing louder and closer.

　A strange emotion spread from the darkness, and Theresa felt as if the campfire in front of her had become distorted, as if it had turned into a wolf.

　"Come here."

　Ugh?

　A loud shout from the Qilin Overlord jolted Theresa from her reverie.

　Yes, are you talking about her?

　Theresa hugged the Qilin's tail tightly and moved her little bottom closer to him.

　"Ow—"

　A beam of light pierced through the campfire, abruptly interrupting the howl.

　"..."

　Theresa swallowed hard, pressing herself tightly against the Qilin.

　A mass of darkness twisted and turned, transforming into a giant, jet-black wolf.

　"monster……"

　"Who are you calling a monster? You ignorant Sarkaz alien."

　The wolf glanced at the pinkish-white Sarkaz, then turned its attention to the Kirin by the campfire.

　"You look familiar..."

　The winds of the wilderness carried the aura of the Qilin Overlord in all directions, and she could smell it from afar, causing her body to tremble inexplicably. Driven by curiosity, she followed the scent and came over.

　“Agnese”.

　Suddenly, ancient language drifted into her ears on the surging wind.

　It's... the language of the Beast Kingdom...

　“Agnese. Now that you have seen the Primordial Beginning, why do you not bow down?”

　Her name...