Damn, I recarneted As A Judge in Fantasy World Chapter 154: A Stir in Perias [2]

"You asked without any introduction. My na is Martin. I work as a tailor at the Midias Textile Factory."

"What do you think of these?"

"This is truly a revolution. You can't get a more comfortable and formal outfit than this."

"Is that so?"

"I guarantee it."

"Then give it to ."

Trevor nodded, although he still looked uneasy. Lately, he had been enjoying building relationships. This was one of his new interests. Trevor figured it wouldn't be a bad idea to know a tailor. As soon as he took off his overalls, Martin helped him into the clothes. Trevor struggled with the zipper and waistband, but it wasn't too hard to get used to.

All he had to do was grab the end and lift it up, and for the belt, just insert a tal bar into the hole.

Soon, Trevor, wearing a jacket, stood in front of the mirror.

"It must be expensive to light up your entire body. How did you manage to get it?"

"I didn't buy it. His Highness the Duke gave it to as a gift."

"What a truly kind-hearted master."

"Yes, what a great person he is."

In fact, the phrase "kind-hearted" had a slightly sarcastic tone, but Martin took it at face value, as he genuinely believed it. Feeling embarrassed, Trevor smacked his lips for no reason.

"It's not bad... is it?"

Soon, the image reflected in the mirror beca amazingly bright. The clothes weren't as uncomfortable as leggings and doublets. However, Trevor thought it might be a bit cold if he went out like this, since spring hadn't co yet.

"Okay, you can put this on as your coat."

Dark blue trousers and jacket, slightly darker tie. In addition, Trevor wore a black coat, making him look like a tall gentleman. Martin put on his leather shoes and even oiled them before combing Trevor's hair. Trevor looked in the mirror, dumbfounded.

"What is this...?"

"Isn't it cool?"

The inside of the suit shop was enveloped in silence for a while. Although quite so ti had passed, Trevor still looked incredulous. No matter how he thought about it, this seed so far ahead of its ti. Now he understood why Martin said that.

"It's true. It looks comfortable yet formal. At this level, it must be quite expensive."

"Of course. It hasn't even been released on the market yet, and the fabric is top-quality."

Trevor shook his head and quickly tried to take off the clothes. Even though the salary of a lumberjack was good, he couldn't wear such expensive clothes. Now, he was neither the successor to the Warren Counts nor had he lost his position as commander of the 1st Western Army Corps.

"Oh, you can just go as is."

"Why?"

"You could call it a kind of modeling fee? Whenever you visit the capital, please wear this."

"Is that okay?"

"Yes, His Highness the Duke of Carriers is paying special attention to it."

"..."

That damn Carrier.

It was a na Trevor heard dozens of tis a day here. And then there were the endless voices of praise. Maybe because he encountered it so often, he didn't even get angry anymore. There was only a hollow smile on his lips.

"Thanks anyway."

"Yes, take care."

Trevor left the suit shop and headed straight to his lodgings. He realized he'd missed his morning shift too. He was planning to look around and explore his new interests. Recently, one of those interests had been board gas. Since the gas were provided free of charge as part of employee welfare, he could enjoy the latest version to his heart's content.

As soon as Trevor changed his clothes, he ran straight to the ga room.

"Hey, you're early today, Trevor."

"I missed my morning shift because of an interview. Why are you out so early, Marcel?"

"I'm off duty today."

"The security forces must be nice. They get to rest for a whole day every two days."

"I have to work the night shift instead."

"That's easy. Didn't I tell you? In the 1st Western Corps… … ."

"Please stop bragging."

"I told you it's true."

"Oh my! Here we go again."

Trevor greeted a young man nad Marcel without hesitation.

After a few empty words, the ga began.

"The subject is Abel's Journey, is that okay?"

"Huh! Have you already forgotten yesterday's humiliation?"

"Damn, it's so frustrating. Just forget about the past. Hurry up and bet your money."

Trevor took the silver coins out of his pocket and put them in the bin at the corner of the table.

"Are you saying you're going to risk everything from the start? Of course, I can't lose."

Marcel also threw in 1 Ceylon confidently.

The board gas created by Duke Carriers were fundantally gambling gas.

The original purpose was just for fun, but really, what could be more fun than betting?

Betting money was a natural phenonon.

But this was the ga room of Midias.

The maximum amount that could be bet was 1 shilling per person per day.

Since it was the Duke of Carrier's order, no one thought of disobeying it.

Whoever wins, no more bets would be placed.

"Let's start."

But that was exactly when it happened.

Clang!

A silver coin flew in from sowhere and landed in the betting box.

After a while, a handso young man ca and sat down.

"I'll participate too."

"New heroes are always welco."

At that mont, Trevor raised his head and was at a loss for words.

Because the person who appeared out of nowhere was such a big shot.

"What about you?"

Surprisingly, the person sitting at the table and chair was the owner of this land, Abel Carriers.

But Trevor was the only one who was shocked.

Marcel shuffled the cards and dealt out the tiles nonchalantly.

Abel placed the tokens here and there as if it were a given.

Trevor asked with a dumbfounded expression,

"What are you doing here…?"

He almost beca rude to him for a mont but held it together with superhuman patience.

Then ca a reply that seed like it was nothing serious.

"I ca to play gas."