Chapter 78
In the design room, a bald muscular man was cutting fabrics, modifying patterns, making sample clothes. The whole room was filled with all kinds of fabrics, portraits, and clothing accessories, but it was neat and tidy, with everything in its proper place, giving off an aesthetically pleasing feel.
"It's approved! It's approved!"
A young female prisoner excitedly pushed open the door to the design room and said, "Master Langna, our submitted design has been approved. The featured collection for Kaishi this sumr is the 'Fantasy Bubble' series you designed! Congratulations!"
"This is an honor for all of us," Langna smiled lightly. "Annette, with this successful experience, you are now a qualified fashion designer."
"It's all thanks to Master Langna's guidance," Annette bowed deeply. "If not for Master Langna teaching
wholeheartedly, how could I have progressed so quickly? This is your honor, Master. My contribution is negligible. I'm deeply grateful."
"Alright, enough with the modesty. If you don't mind, have dinner with us tonight," Langna's mouth curved up as his eyes brimd with joy. "Such good news, I ought to share it properly with Roni as well."
"Can I order takeout?" Annette joked.
"You can, but the total has to be within five contribution points," Langna winked. "Okay, back to work. Don't get complacent just because we got contribution points from Kaishi. You can never have enough contribution points. And you should try designing independently too. Maybe the next collection will be up to you to take charge..."
"Alright, alright, I know, Master Langna you're great at everything except being long-winded."
Langna helplessly sighed and lowered his head to continue working.
Looking at the piles of fabrics in front of her, Annette had no mind to work. Her attention soon drifted to Langna. The more she looked, the more attractive she found this focused, working man. The more she looked, the harder it was to hide her silly grin.
Too bad he doesn't like won.
Annette sighed. The world is so cruel. When you finally find soone you like, not only do you compete with other won, but also with n?
She had been in Shattered Lake Prison for over a year. Like most death row inmates, she had no livelihood skills beyond simple manual labor, and she didn't have the fighting prowess on the deathmatch stage either - perhaps that was a good thing, at least she wouldn't get beaten to the point of questioning life by those ferocious beasts pretending to be pigs for food.
Annette naturally didn't dare gamble on the citizens letting her live in the Blood Moon Tribunal because of her pretty looks - on the contrary, destroying beauty is often a hidden desire in people's hearts.
The perverts in this country aren't limited to just the death row inmates locked up in prison.
But trying to learn a contribution point-earning skill in prison was almost as difficult as encountering a whirlpool in the Sea of Knowledge.
Repeating simple manual labor had no value. It had to be either an unique craft like the Beastn's maze toys, the Goblin's bone carvings, or the Cannibal's oil paintings - Annette only found out after coming to prison that the Cannibal's paintings could sell for so much.
Other than that, it had to be complex work requiring ntal effort, such as writing, musical composition, tax preparation - with the "harmlessness" of death row inmates, tax accountants from Shattered Lake Prison were especially welcod by the rich. As long as they could survive the first Blood Moon Tribunal, most accountants, tax experts, and calculators among the death row inmates could live decently in prison.
Of course Annette didn't have the ti to learn a skill, nor the brainpower for complex work. Just as she was about to give up and wait for death, wandering aimlessly around the prison, she accidentally walked into Langna's design room.
Fabrics were everywhere inside, and Annette could barely take her eyes off the sample clothes worn by the mannequins - the prison only provided plain white uniforms, she hadn't worn nice clothes for a long ti.
She stood in the design room for a long ti until a low male voice suddenly sounded from behind her.
"Do you like this outfit? Would you like to try it on?"
Sohow she ended up becoming Langna's designer assistant and apprentice.
Anyone who knew Langna would have a hard ti associating his appearance with the profession of "fashion designer
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