A God Killed Me By Accident, But I Reincarnated As The 4th Son Of The Marquis Volume 9 Chapter 35: Storefront And Outfit Change

Volu 9 Chapter 35: Storefront And Outfit Change

Keith entered the living room, where he saw everyone. William asked, “Where’s Francis, Keith?” The boy had returned without the blond man with him.

“Oh, he went back to his inn. He said he was inspired and wanted to draw as soon as possible.”

The number of new ideas I obtained from this trip was too many to count! I need to draw them all up! Word for word, that was what he said. His eyes were sharp, prepared to work with all his might!

“…I see.” William and the others laughed. He was quite the character. But that was when Laura noticed the little spirit, “Fira’s wearing a pretty dress.”

“Mmmhmm! Francis was the one who made it for !”

“This is quite an elegant dress.” Hearing all of this, everyone’s eyes turned to the spirit.

“Indeed.”

“And he only did that with a piece of white cloth and a handkerchief.”

“What kind of talent does he have?” Thalia and the other ladies were interested in what the man could do. With only a handkerchief and so cloth? If you gave him sothing else, it would be interesting.

“Who knows.”

“Also, he told that he would tell his father everything. You don’t have to worry about a thing,” Keith turned to May.

“Thank you, Young Master.”

“Mmmhmm. But the chocolate factory is going to run more smoothly now.” A designer would definitely add sothing to this.

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“Where are we going first, Master?” The next day, Francis was eager to look at what was in store for him.

“The first place we’ll be going to would be the store. However, before we go there, we need to change how we talk.”

“Hmm?”

“There’s no need to call Master. Just call Keith.” Master was sothing he didn’t prefer being called out. Francis nodded, “Understood, Keith.”

“Good,” Keith grinned as the two headed to the factory. When they arrived, Francis looked around, “What a lovely place you have here!”

“Thank you.”

“Do you have any colors or things in mind for this store?”

“Oh, the concept the store is going for is sweets and sugar.”

“Hmm?”

“Try this out,” Keith then took out so chocolate. And when he took a bite, “Marvelous! Such a smooth and rich taste.”

“Mmhmm, this will be the main item I will sell here. I was also thinking about selling other candies as well.” Carl was an easy thing to make. There were also simple sugar candies and such. All of it had made him quite excited.

But as he was lost in thought, Francis was also doing the sa.

“Think you can do sothing with this?”

“Of course! Ideas are coming into mind!” Francis grinned as he took out his sketch pad and prepared to work. And his hands were like a blur as sothing ca.

“What do you think about this?”

“Oh! That’s nice! I like the color accents on the column.”

“Good! I will tighten it up and work with this as the base!” Francis grinned.

"Also, I was thinking about these designs for the uniforms. The colors will be changed, but this is the design."

"Pretty good." Keith nodded.

"Then I will get started!" But that was when his shoulders were grabbed, "You keep forgetting that we’re not done. We also need to design uniforms as well.”

“Ahh, yes!”

“Let’s go. “ The first place they would be going to was the bakery.

“Who’s this? Young Master?”

“A designer. He’s going to be creating your new uniforms.”

“Eh? Really? But I like these,” Ralph looked at his uniform. It was the sa one Keith had given him in the beginning. Even after all those years, it was still pristine and nice.

“That’s great, but I think we should all have the sa uniform, and white is kinda bland.”

“Do you have anything you want for the uniform?" They were going to be wearing it all the ti.

“Can we get sothing less sweaty!”

“Understood. We'll make the fabric cooler.”

“Can we get two different colors?!”

“Gotcha!” Francis started to jot down all the notes that were said. And he wasn’t doing this with one person; he was going with everyone. Coyler and Logan were surprised at first but liked the idea. That was when they started to do more things.