Assimilate All Talents

Entering the store, rows upon rows of clothes lined the walls. Most of it was casual everyday wear, but a sizable section was dedicated to fancier outfits that he wouldn’t be surprised to see a noble wear.

A woman near the entrance, wearing a professional dress, said, "Welcome. What are you looking for? We have outfits for every occasion."

"Hi, I’m trying to get a custom made outfit by tomorrow. I was told to ask for Weaver."

The clerk raised an eyebrow. "Tomorrow? Wait here for a moment while I ask him."

Sol watched as she walked through a door at the back of the store and thought about her reaction.

’Is it too short notice?’

It was his fault for not dealing with this sooner, but he had prioritized his training, which even now felt like the right idea. Even with all his efforts, he only got third place, which luckily became second because one of the competitors didn’t want to compete in the tournament.

Sol didn’t have to wait long, as the clerk came back.

"Please follow me. He wishes to discuss the commission."

He nodded and followed her into the back of the store. Beyond the door was a large workshop with many tailors creating all sorts of outfits. The walls were lined with large rolls of cloth in different colors and textures. A worker walked up to one of the cloth rolls, unrolled a large rectangle, cut it off, and took it back to his station.

’Is this how they make clothes?’

Sol looked at one of the tailors as he made a needle levitate in the air, weaving through a red dress, making an exquisite pattern. Most of the workers had similarly magical means of making clothes. After using [Analysis] on a few of them, he realized that while they all had similar talents like [Tailor], they had drastically different talent skills.

The two soon arrived at a workstation where a middle aged man with graying hair waited with an inquisitive gaze. Before any words were spoken, his eyes were judging Sol and, more importantly, his outfit. A light scoff could be heard from the man, and Sol knew it was directed at his clothes based on where he was looking. Because Sol didn’t feel the man was strong, he used [Analysis] without hesitation.

Name: Terrence Urasect

Race: Human

Talents: [Magic Tailor], [Threads]

Level: 42

HP: 400

MP: 700

Str: 30

Vit: 40

Agi: 65

Int: 25 (+10)

Wis: 50 (+20)

Talent Skills:

[Enduring Quality] Lv 9, [Enchanted Thread] Lv 7

Passive:

[Advanced Tailoring] Lv 2, [Mana Efficiency] Lv 6, [Intelligence Up] Lv 2, [Wisdom Up] Lv 4, [Increase Mana Regeneration] Lv 2, [Nimble Fingers] Lv MAX, [Thread Control] Lv 8, [Muscle Memory] Lv 6, [Trained Eye] Lv 6

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Active:

[Prudent Touch] Lv 8, [Layered Enchantment] Lv 3, [String Enhancement] Lv 6, [Thread Creation] Lv 9, [Magic Weave] Lv 5

’[Magic Tailor]? Never heard of that one before. Also, glad to know his name isn’t actually Weaver.’

While he wasn’t knowledgeable about all talents, he could easily tell it was a better variant of the common [Tailor] talent.

By the time the two men were done inspecting each other, the clerk had already sneaked away to resume her duties of tending the front of the store.

Sol spoke up first, "Are you Weaver?"

Terrence nodded. "The one and only. How did you hear about me? If it’s not for clothes, don’t bother."

’Not for clothes?’

Sol didn’t know what he was referring to, but he explained himself to prevent any misunderstandings.

"Aron told me about you. I need combat clothes for the knight selection tournament."

Aron was the name of the pugilist. Sol asked for his name before leaving, as it felt awkward not knowing each other’s names after talking for so long.

"The tournament? You’re competing?"

The mention of the tournament made Terrence’s ears perk up. He didn’t expect to meet one of the contestants in person.

"Yeah, I don’t really need armor that slows me down, and I heard you work fast."

The tailor nodded in agreement. "No one here is half as fast as me when I try, but damn, kid, you’re really coming here on short notice. Isn’t the first round of the tournament tomorrow?"

"Yeah… I was busy these past few weeks. Is it doable?"

Terrence didn’t respond right away as he made a few internal calculations.

"Hmm, maybe. But only if it’s at most rare. I can’t make anything unique in just one day."

Sol nodded. "That’s fine. I can only bring two unique items to the tournament, so it can only be rare at most."

"Then it can be done. Here, take a look at this catalog and let me know what kind of enchantments you want on the outfit."

He received a thin book of enchantments that detailed their effects. There were almost 200 enchantments with comments on each one. Some were complementary with others, and some could not be used alongside others as they had contradictory effects or didn’t mix well, resulting in lesser effects. Because it was only a rare item, it could at most hold two enchantments.

While Sol was perusing the catalog, a measuring tape floated in the air and approached him.

"Stand still while I get your measurements. I don’t have a lot of time to wait for you to decide."

As the measuring tape flew and wrapped around his body, he noticed that it was actually connected to a thin string, which was what was being manipulated.

In a flash, Terrence was done measuring his body.

"Have you decided on the enchantments yet?"

"Yeah, is [Wind Favored] and [Mending] okay?"

He nodded. "Both are popular choices, especially the [Mending] one. Then that’s that. I’ll get to work now. Oh, and I’ll be choosing the style. No offense, but the only fashionable thing you are wearing are those boots."

Sol looked down to see the cheap clothes he had on. The only decent thing he was wearing was the unique rarity Blessed Boots of the Sky, which were given to him as a reward. Not having much of a sense for fashion, Sol agreed with the man.

"That’s fine. When should I pick it up?"

Terrence shook his head. "You’re staying at the royal knights’ headquarters, right? I’ll have it sent over to you. It will be at your door by tomorrow morning."

"You can deliver it to the royal palace?"

A grin appeared on his face as he proudly explained, "I have made outfits for the entire royal family. The princess’s ceremonial dress was even sewn by me."

"Woah, that’s awesome!"

"You’re lucky I am free right now to take your commission. Now about the price, it’s gonna cost 450 gold total. That’s already including all the materials needed to make it."

’Wow. 450 gold for rare clothes.’

If it was a few weeks ago, Sol would never buy such expensive clothes that were within the same price range as a unique weapon.

"I’ll pay in full now."

Sol handed 4 platinum and 50 gold coins without hesitation.

"Great, now get out. I have a lot of work to do."

"Will do, thanks!"

Sol left the man to his own devices and walked out of the workshop. He didn’t really know what kind of outfit he would end up receiving tomorrow, but with his lack of fashion sense, anything would be better than what he was wearing right now.