novelonline Chapter 3937 The Skeleton Tailor (Seeking Votes)
Chapter 3937 The Skeleton Tailor (Seeking Votes)
Chapter 3937 The Skeleton Tailor (Seeking Votes)
Shad sensed this because he had consumed the "Flesh and Blood of the Firstborn." He wasn't sure if the factory also contained the "Flesh and Blood of the Firstborn," but there must be something within it closely related to that ancient god of creation.
"So, the secret of this factory is also related to the ancient gods?"
The witches exchanged bewildered glances. Such ancient creation myths were extremely distant stories for the Sixth Age, and equally so for them. However, even knowing such ancient knowledge was of no help in their current situation. They could only continue on their way, following the direction of the weeping, preparing to proceed to the next room.
“I have heard of something similar to what Mr. Hamilton called the ‘firstborn flesh’ in the church’s scriptures.”
These are the words spoken by the old witch from the Church of Creation as she prepared to open the door:
"But I can't remember exactly what it was. I'm afraid I'll have to go back and find out."
The group then entered the second room, where Xia De discovered that it was even smaller than the previous "blood donation room".
The room was roughly the same size as Shad's bedroom, with only an old-fashioned sewing machine in the center. The only light source in the room was a blood-red crystal chandelier above the sewing machine, and a blood-red skeleton sat in front of the machine, pedaling and working.
On its left is a large pile of tattered fabric, and on its right is a large pile of various clothes that have already been sewn.
The skeleton had no flesh or blood on it; its "blood-red" color came from the crystalline ruby-like appearance of its bones. And what it was sewing wasn't human skin or anything similar that would suit the scene; it was genuinely sewing ordinary clothes.
"I don't need to look up at your expressions to know that you're thinking of those people in the [Leather Goods Museum] who don't understand art."
The skeleton worked diligently, its head bowed. Its body lacked vocal organs; its sounds were generated directly by vibrating the air with its spirit. The sewing machine clicked and clacked under its pedals, leaving fine stitches on the blood-red silk. It was only then that Shad realized that rust-red chains bound the skeleton to the sewing machine; it could only move its limbs, its body completely immobile.
"Is this a prisoner?"
Although all four had entered the room, none of them dared to speak. Apart from its color, the skeleton was identical in size and shape to a normal human skeleton, and its voice was genderless, yet even Shad felt a deadly threat emanating from it.
“This tailor’s room has three doors. You want to go through the door behind me, right?”
It continued working while asking questions, its voice somewhat weary, but at least it didn't seem to have any immediate intention of taking action against the four people:
"I don't want to make things difficult for you. After all, I have a lot of work to do and don't have time to waste on you."
If you have any basic common sense, you should understand that the flesh and blood produced in this factory can't be turned into clothes. A few high-quality pieces can have their flesh and blood woven into garments, but most can't. Have you ever seen anyone running around naked? No, right? That's because I'm working hard.”
Its tone was clearly filled with resentment, and it therefore made demands of the four people:
"Show me some nice clothes, men's and women's clothing, children's and elderly clothing, formal and casual wear. I've worked here for so long that even my aesthetic sense has almost deteriorated. Let me see just how far the aesthetics of the material world have developed."
Only then did it finally raise its head and glance at the four of them. The crimson soul fire within the skull seemed to illuminate their very souls. Its gaze lingered on Shad for a moment, then it shook its head.
"None of you four have any sense of aesthetics. Haven't the maid outfits in the material world ever changed in style? The old witch's clothes are so outdated. And that young guy, wearing all black, no girl would like him. And the halflings, I've always thought you'd be better off wearing children's clothes."
If Chadla hadn't held Miss Linor Bradway captive, she might have actually spoken.
"These are all the clothes we have."
The old witch spoke cautiously, while the skeleton lowered its head and continued its work:
"I have fabric here, you can make your own clothes. Before you lose consciousness and are assimilated into the flesh and blood here, you must show me a style of clothing that satisfies me, otherwise I will not let you leave. Of course, if you can satisfy me, I will give you some things, which is fair."
No one expected to encounter a tailoring task in this place themed around "mutated flesh and blood." The task sounded harmless, merely a test of time and patience.
So the old witch, Mrs. Gustave, turned to look at the three people behind her. The blood mist in the tailor's room was significantly thinner than in the blood supply room, so the group could stay there for a longer period of time.
Does anyone here have excellent tailoring skills?
"I'm just a baker and mechanic. My clothes are either purchased ready-made or made by my sister."
"She said, still seemingly bothered by the earlier comment about 'children's clothing'," the halfling witch said.
The pink dragon maid was also a little shy:
“When I was taking care of the children, I also made some simple blankets and the like, but I did knitting work and I’m not good at making clothes directly.”
She seemed ashamed of her shortcomings as a maid, and the old witch was also in a dilemma:
"All I know how to do is knit sweaters."
Fortunately, there was Shade here. Old Madam Gustav hadn't asked him earlier because Shade didn't look like someone who could sew. But Shade had another trick up his sleeve:
"Then I'll do it."
He said, then looked the three witches over and determined that only the dragon maid Gina was suitable to be a "model." After all, the halfling girl was too short, and although Mrs. Gustav was still graceful, she was no longer young.
"I can't make clothes, but I have a magical skill that makes changing clothes very convenient."
He looked at Gina as he spoke, and the other two witches stepped aside. The dragon maid, somewhat embarrassed, wagged her tail, but still spoke to Shad:
"No problem, then let me be the one to demonstrate."
"Alright—Key to the World Gate."
The key that appeared in the void was turned clockwise by Xia De to unlock the maze:
"The Enchanted Cinderella".
He placed his hand on Gina's left shoulder, and as the light shifted, the maid dress worn by the dragon maid, stained from the battle, gradually changed its appearance.
It's worth mentioning that the clothes in Xia De's memory weren't all swimsuits or other unwearable garments; many of the beautiful clothes he saw in his hometown could be worn directly to formal occasions.
And so, a strikingly different gold and red evening gown appeared on Gina's body. This dress was far more form-fitting than a loose maid's dress, causing Shad to once again be astonished by the pink dragon witch's attire.
The skeleton looked up and glanced at it again:
"An evening gown, huh? It looks nice, but the gold-red color doesn't quite match her pink hair. Anything else?"
Using this magical technique didn't take much to Shad's liking, so he patted Gina's shoulder again. Light once more flowed from the dragon witch's shoulder to her entire body, this time revealing her in a red and white maid outfit, complete with cat ears. Although it looked somewhat frivolous, the clothing was actually quite elaborate, with the skirt even falling below her knees.
The skeleton finally stopped pedaling the sewing machine. Instead of commenting on the outfit that made Gina so embarrassed, it said to Shad:
"Your power is very interesting, the Lock of Confusion, is it?"
"Do you want to learn? If you learn, maybe you won't have to sew clothes by hand anymore."
Shad asked, but the skeleton shook its head:
"Making clothes here is my punishment. Even if I mastered the Enchanted Lock or Transformation, I still have to do it myself in the end. I think I understand the power of your Enchanted Lock now, so let's transform again. Do you have any exotic clothing? The evening gown from before and this maid outfit, although novel in style, still haven't broken free from the ideas of our predecessors. Does that mean that in all these years of the material world, no creative designers have emerged?"
"That's it~"
Shad nodded and patted Gina's shoulder for the third time. Mrs. Gustave and Miss Bredwell had been watching them since earlier; while the first two outfits had impressed them, that was all.
But it was this third outfit that truly showed the witches what exotic style was—
A shimmering light enveloped Gina, who wore a short silk blouse with overlapping panels at the chest, its neckline secured by a delicate pearl chain, and its placket embroidered with silver vines. The blouse was tucked into her ribcage, and an apricot-colored ribbon encircled her chest, firmly holding a long, pleated skirt in place.
The long dress was made of pomegranate-red silk satin, with countless pleats cascading to the ground, and the brocaded bird patterns shimmered darkly in the blood-red light. Light gauze flowed like clouds over the hem, making the crossed collar and layered pleats appear even more elegant and dignified. Gina blushed under everyone's gaze, her tail swaying and causing the skirt to rustle gently, which made her appear remarkably poised and gentle.
The dress was entirely in a solid color, a color combination rarely seen in this world except for wedding dresses. Moreover, Shad's magic even had a certain makeup effect; in addition to the appearance of the "ruqun" (a type of traditional Chinese dress), Gina's pink hair was styled into an updo, adorned with a jade hairpin with a phoenix pattern.
Even though this clothing was created based on his own ideas, the outsider still felt extremely melancholy after it actually appeared. When he changed the girls' clothes, he had never created clothes in this style before. Seeing such clothing again now brought back a flood of memories of his hometown.
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