Goblin Dependency-Chapter 852 - 425: Shark Beast Materials and [Pearl Spinning]_2

Chapter 852: Chapter 425: Shark Beast Materials and [Pearl Spinning]_2

The area is lush, with benches for pedestrians to rest and elaborate fountain sculptures built purely for aesthetics.

Along the way, Xia Nan even passed two entrances to what seemed like small, public gardens.

The presence of Extraordinary Power and the blurred lines of order make the wealth disparity in this world particularly apparent.

When individual strength is powerful enough to surpass armies, the law of the jungle, where might makes right, is vividly displayed.

In response, Xia Nan felt silent and conflicted.

On one hand, at least for now, he doesn’t possess the powerful force needed to change all this. He respects those steadfast individuals with grand aspirations, but after all, he’s just a transmigrator who has been in the Otherworld for less than two years. Even in River Valley Town, where he’s stayed the longest, it hasn’t been as long as he sat at his desk in his previous life, lacking bonds and motivation, without such determination.

On the other hand, in some ways, being able to traverse such vast distances at this moment, and stand here thinking about these issues as a professional, instead of sweating and swinging a hoe in a field worrying about how to pay this year’s grain tax, also indicates he has already become a member of this jungle where the strong prey on the weak.

Shaking his head, Xia Nan stopped overthinking.

No matter which path he might take in the future or whether his thoughts will change.

At least in this world where he currently resides, one thing remains unchanged:

— Power determines everything.

Only when he possesses enough power will he have the "right" to choose.

Otherwise, everything is just empty talk.

With the attribute panel at hand, progress might be slow, but as long as he works hard, he will gain something and continuously advance.

He will not waste this opportunity.

His gaze swept forward across the street.

Unlike the crowds at the Wave-breaking Pier, on the main road of the White Cliff District, it was rare to see pedestrians, and those occasionally seen were mostly wealthy merchants and nobles wearing silk robes and fine garments.

Of course, adventurers like Xia Nan weren’t uncommon either.

Most were well-equipped and exuded a refined aura, likely belonging to the senior category.

It’s not surprising, as adventurers’ incomes in this world are not low, especially for those who have obtained professional levels and have stable teams.

Additionally, the majority lacks the habit of saving, favoring living in the moment.

With their own strength, they complete a class leap, these adventurers are eager to achieve ascent and recognition in social status.

Purchasing property and expanding contacts in the White Cliff District have almost become a consensus among most professionals long living at Suo Yu Bay.

Hence, even though Xia Nan was simply dressed in a plain shirt and trousers paired with his two longswords on his back and bone-white leg armor below, no one cast him any curious glances; it was a common sight.

Glad not to attract attention, Xia Nan followed the address Hera left him, and after walking about twenty minutes on the main road, he finally arrived at his destination.

Situated on a quiet corner away from the hustle and bustle, adorned with lush greenery, stood a sharp-roofed house, remodelled from an old noble residence.

The most prominent feature was the massive, immaculate curved glass display window facing outside. The window ledge covered by a layer of refined dark velvet, showcased garments arranged by size and color gradation, lace gloves, noble cloaks, silk robes...

The wooden door was thick, with a polished brass handle, vaguely showing simple carved patterns on its surface.

The texture was fine, and the sign made of unknown polished wood was coated with dark blue varnish, with no exaggerated designs, leaving only a scissors and thread pattern at the corner to indicate the shop’s function, hanging at the eaves as inconspicuously as ’a good wine needs no bush.’

On the sign, a string of ornate and elegant flowing characters appeared. Xia Nan stared at the entrance for a while, unable to understand, only guessing it was Elf Language.

Luckily, a small line printed below in Universal Language indicated the shop name, confirming he hadn’t found the wrong place—

[Pearl Spinning]

A tailor shop Hera specifically recommended to him, saying the owner is particularly reliable and often patronized by high-level professionals.

She mentioned that if he wanted to process materials like sharkskin, he could consult the shop owner, maybe obtaining some benefits.

Standing on the street, Xia Nan didn’t rush inside but released his Perception, carefully observing the external details of this tailor shop.

Clearly, it was well-designed.

Just from the inconspicuous sign of the tailor shop, he could already discern many details.

The shop owner should be an Elf Clan member, or a mixed elf, at worst a lover of elf culture.

And is extremely confident in their craftsmanship, believing no need for a flamboyant sign to attract customers, intrinsically not an extroverted personality.

Thinking it over in his mind, Xia Nan glanced at the clothes showcased in the display, then pushed the door open and entered.

"Ding-a-ling..."

The crisp sound of a wind bell rang beside his ears.

The originally cool air was instantly replaced by warmth, seemingly with some kind of aroma lit, carrying a deep and pleasant scent with each breath.

The wooden floor was clean with no trace of dust, walls on either side were painted pearl-like beige, with few decorations hanging on them except for a painting Xia Nan finds quite abstract, as if ocean simulation of different shades of blue pieced together.

Bolts of fabrics resemble books in a library, arranged by "material, color, glossiness," uniform in length and width, stretching from floor to near ceiling.

The edges of the rolls aligned, looking like a whole wall filled with different colored fabrics, giving an awe-struck impression.

In contrast, the reception area was much simpler, with only an oak table painted the same pearl color as the walls, accompanied by two chairs.

On the table sat a pencil holder, a few booklets with blank covers, and a small silver bell to summon assistance.

Quite the opposite of River Valley Town’s "Rock Hammer" Blacksmith Shop.

Though both display their wares on shelves, the mutual distinction is akin to "steel" and "fabrics" they respectively represent.

The former was solid and straightforward, focusing on efficiency, any needs are asked, interested items bargained, affordable bought, unaffordable left.

The latter is relatively more "soft," emphasizing ambiance, focusing on customer experience.

Unknowingly, faced with the present tailor shop, Xia Nan vaguely felt a déjà vu of a luxury store from his previous life.

Instinctively touching his wallet.

Though outwardly his expression didn’t change, internally he felt uneasy.

Reassuring himself internally, he came to process demon materials, not to make a purchase.

Unconcerned with so-called "noble formality," there’s no falling into a trap of inflated pricing, and the over nine hundred Gold Coins on him would be preserved regardless.

If selling Shark Beast materials at a high price, allowing his savings to double wouldn’t be impossible.

Possibly, Xia Nan came too early, because upon entering [Pearl Spinning] tailor shop, the owner wasn’t inside.

In the whole shop, besides himself, there was only a father and daughter pair.

Judging by their attire, they likely resided in the White Cliff District as nobles.

Not intentionally eavesdropping, yet due to his excellent physical constitution granting acute hearing, he heard their dialogue even before entering the shop.

From words like "banquet," "coming of age," and "gown," it seems this father intends to custom a dress for his daughter to attend a banquet in this tailor shop.

As Xia Nan pushed the door and entered the room, their conversation paused unconsciously, turning their gaze in his direction.