Volume 7: Da Mu Da Mu Chapter 71 Are you making clothes? Bah, I'm too lazy to tell you!
The trading days of the Star Club are once every three months, and more than two months have passed since the last trading day.
The timing was against the rules, but considering that the Grand Master of Warlock had just died, the Society of the Stars was experiencing drastic changes, and the Fourth Impact was already on the agenda, starting an internal event at this time would obviously be effective in calming people's hearts.
However, two days later, when the main force of Team K and the Junior Team K entered the Star Castle, they found that this trading day was obviously not as lively as the previous one.
Not only were there fewer stalls on the "hawker street" outside the castle, but even the booths reserved for mid- to high-level pioneers inside the castle were sparsely populated.
This made the Star Club base, which was once full of talented people, look somewhat "desolate".
"As expected, people are in a state of panic..."
Catwoman, who was following behind Mason, pouted and said:
"Just like monkeys scatter when a tree falls, the fall of a warlock caused everyone to feel the shock, so they hid in their dark caves and looked at the outside world in horror.
Our colleagues are such cowards.”
"Don't be so mean, Selina."
Zha Kang grinned and retorted:
"The trading day officially opens tonight, and many people are waiting and watching. The new leader has just taken office, and who knows what he is thinking and doing? The more you do at this time, the more mistakes you will make. Keeping a low profile is the right choice.
But I believe that no one with a brain would try to offend the new leader at this time, so I guess this place will become lively in the evening.
And it’s much more lively than last time.”
"So that's why you sprayed yourself with cologne?"
Barbara looked at the scumbag Kang who was hugging his "little pet" Emilia with a scumbag look, pinched her nose and said:
"How many bed companions are you planning to find yourself tonight?"
"How can you talk like that!"
Zha Kang snorted in dissatisfaction and straightened his collar. The coquettish man said seriously:
"This is a voluntary sacrifice for Team K to collect intelligence from all sides. This is a very noble sacrifice. A little girl like you will not understand.
Tsk, thanks to Mason, we are now famous figures.
I don't even need to use sweet words , maybe I just need to show my identity, and I can make those lovely and powerful ladies take the initiative to open their legs in front of me."
"You'd better be content."
The kite-flyer, who had not attended the last trade fair and was attending this event for the first time, poked Zha Kang's shoulder and whispered:
"Although I don't understand magic, I think the magic eyeball floating on your shoulder is not the power you released to yourself. If you don't want to be struck by lightning by Xiao Zha again, you'd better control your little brother."
"Tsk, I have a hundred ways to circumvent her surveillance..."
Zha Kang snorted with disdain and spoke in a very arrogant manner, but in the end he did not dare to reach out and brush away the eyeballs flying around his shoulder.
"Everyone, please move freely."
Mason checked the time on his watch and said to the group of people around him:
"Remember to attend the ceremony held in the banquet hall on the third floor tonight. It is a grand event to celebrate the birth of a new batch of A-level members. We are one of the protagonists, so we must follow the proper etiquette.
Second Barrel, take Damian and his friends around Star Castle, and help the Elric brothers clean up the studio they left here, and move the equipment back to Osborne Tower after the closing."
"Um."
Ertong nodded.
This cold-faced handsome guy rarely wore a handsome formal suit today. Although he was very low-key, he also sprayed some men's perfume on his body. He was looking for the Amazon warriors who "tortured" him last time in the hall.
He would not let them "humiliate" him this time. He would return the humiliation he suffered last time tenfold! Not only did he work hard to train his muscles and fight, he also learned a lot of tactics to deal with women from Zha Kang and Jack. This time he would never let himself fall into the state of weakness and humiliation again!
Haha, I, Ertong, am actually a very vengeful person!
Mason pretended not to notice the weird and lewd expression on Ertong's face. He dismissed his teammates and let everyone go have fun. He then took the elevator to the top floor to meet his direct female superior to discuss some business matters.
The Grand Master's office has always been an important area in Star Castle, but Mason feels that coming here is as frequent as going home.
He pushed open the door of the hunter's office and saw Ciri, who usually wore hunting suits, now in front of the mirror choosing her outfit for tonight's event.
But there isn’t really much to choose from.
The Grand Masters always appear in internal meetings wearing a mystical image of a mask and robe, which is consistent with the secret organization's mode of action. The only difference is the style of the cloak and robe.
However, considering that Lady Ciri is also a lady, it is understandable that she pays more attention to her appearance and details than those men.
"Come here and help me choose a robe."
She said to Mason without turning her head. The captain shrugged his shoulders, walked slowly forward and stood behind Ciri. He looked at the two people standing in front and behind in the mirror and stretched out his hands and placed them on Ciri's shoulders.
He whispered:
"Still calm?"
"Are you expecting me to be uncool? Or do you want me to give you a hot kiss like I did with Harley? Seriously! This is my office, not your bedroom."
The female boss snorted in annoyance.
She broke free from Mason's hand and picked up two robes and cloaks from the closet next to her. They were almost identical in style, except for slight differences in the patterns and shoulder embellishments. She put them in her hands and compared them in the mirror again.
"Which one is better?"
She asked.
Mason took a look and shook his head, then pulled out a chair and sat next to her. He took out a slightly damaged black robe from the closet, then took out his tailoring tools and began to make clothes for his female boss to wear tonight.
His ten fingers unraveled the wool of the robe, and selected the silver-gray magic thread. He worked on it as carefully as a craftsman and asked:
"It's been almost a week since Old Shazam took over the position of Grand Master. Have you guys decided how to govern the Star Society?"
“This kind of thing doesn’t need to be discussed at all.”
Ciri waved her hand and a cup of hot coffee flew into her hand. She leaned against the table in front of the mirror, admiring Mason's posture while doing his "craft work" and complained:
"None of the three of us are the confidants of Lord Destiny. Unless we change our attitudes and actively move closer to him, we are destined to be just three rubber stamps.
Now that he can move around using projection, it means that he has his own ideas about the future planning of the Star Club.
Maybe the three of us are just a transition.
Actually, I have a feeling.
He’s waiting.”
The hunter took a sip of coffee and said to his trusted subordinate:
“Lord Destiny is waiting for the result of the Fourth Impact. He is also waiting for the solution you will come up with in this crisis. He is well aware of the main contradictions and core issues.
If you can't stop the impact when it happens, maybe his attitude towards you will change."
"He would have viewed me as a loser who was not worthy of attention."
Mason threaded the needle very carefully, and with insanely elegant techniques, he embroidered a very artistic silver wolf head pattern on the black cloak.
He was busy with his movements while keeping his brain working at high speed, and analyzed to Shiri:
“And now I doubt whether Lao Mo has already met Lao A. Perhaps he has already known about the agreement between Lao A and me regarding the impact solution.
That cunning devil knows that I am not his trouble.
At least before the feud between Old A and me ends, he doesn't need to spend too much time targeting me.
At present, the primary problem troubling Lord Destiny is still to complete its ongoing "transcendence" in the face of increasingly severe impacts, which is the strategy it has been implementing for the past seventeen years.
It is a very planned and organized life, and we should trust its persistence in this regard."
"so what?"
Ciri nodded and asked again:
"Do you think Lord Fate is not a problem for us for the time being?"
"No, it's not my problem."
Mason raised his head and glanced at Ciri, then said softly:
“But you have to be careful.
Although the Old Mexican does not care about the loyalty of its subordinates, it will not tolerate blatant betrayal. In this regard, you have to learn from the Ghost Riders.
Loyal, but only superficially loyal.
Confining this kind of rebel game to the conspiracy level will be more in line with the devils' preferences and make them willing to spend some time playing tricks on you.
Rather than reckless direct confrontation.
I'm here this time to remind you, the swordsman, and the wizard to behave well during this period of time and not to provoke it.
To put it simply, continue as you did before, forget about Team K's actions for the time being, and focus all your energy on dealing with the Fourth Impact.
Of course, I can’t be a puppet in advance.”
The master tailor stood up, picked up the cloak he had repaired, and motioned for Ciri to stand up straight and raise her arms like a professional tailor. He fitted the cloak on her shoulders and waist, then picked up the ruler, squatted down beside Ciri's long legs, and measured the size that needed to be modified.
"Take off your boots. They don't match this mystic-style robe. I'll pick you a pair of high heels later."
He gave the order in a commanding tone, not giving the hunter a chance to object. After Ciri took off her boots with a slightly blushing face, she stood barefoot on the ground, allowing Mason to measure her size like a model.
Mason, who had entered the working state, didn't pay much attention to the change in the atmosphere outside. He said casually:
"Since Old A hasn't officially fallen out with me yet, I will continue to ask him to allocate more transfer gates and other resources as reserves in the name of dealing with the impact.
There are not many parallel worlds left.
Although it is not yet time to completely solve the problem, from our point of view, we should save as many people as possible.
We can also take this opportunity to reset the authority of the three great mentors in the Star Society, just like what we did in the pirate world. This kind of large-scale collective action always unites people.
After the fall of the warlock, his forces scattered like birds and beasts. Now is the time when good and bad people are mixed together, and we need to clean out the "fish pond".
Those fish that are obedient and can be saved are scooped into new ponds, while those that are hopeless can be "released"...
Don't move, I'm measuring the size!"
Ciri twisted her waist uncomfortably because Mason took off her hunting vest and was measuring her waist. The contact between his fingers and her skin made her feel a little embarrassed.
But as soon as he moved, he was scolded by the little tailor and had to maintain his posture.
She felt a little hot, her cheeks turned redder, and she changed the subject:
"You mean, we should take advantage of the impact to clean out those pioneer teams that don't conform to our style? Send them to the high-risk world..."
"Yeah, that's what I mean."
The tailor took note of the measurements, returned to his chair, took out the leather, and began to make accessories for Ciri and repair his boots. He said:
"Just like you used to send those who didn't obey to be cannon fodder, this time it's going to be done on a larger scale but more in accordance with the rules.
It’s best to check with Old Shazam in advance.
It wouldn't be a bad thing if we could convince the old wizard to select some ronin with clean backgrounds to join the Star Society through this opportunity.
Although we are not on the same path yet, the more potential collaborators we have, the better. "
"Speak slowly, I'll take note."
Barefoot Ciri walked to her desk, picked up her notebook and wrote down what Mason had just said , then looked back at her "external brain" hoping to hear more useful suggestions.
Mason thought for a moment and then said:
"If you have time recently, go to Night City in the Mikoshi World and find a cyborg doctor named 'Fire Thief' in Little Chinatown in Watson District. Ask him to help back up your consciousness data."
"ah?"
Ciri looked at Mason in surprise and said:
"That thing is useless to me. The power of Lord Fate has penetrated into my soul, making it impossible for me to be analyzed by data transcoding..."
"Go if you are asked to."
Mason waved his hand, and the hunter curled his lips and said:
"Okay, I'll make time to go there. Anything else?"
"Yes, come and try on the clothes."
The captain stood up and opened the modified robe cloak in his hand.
The pure black cloak was made of fine wool and hung low to the ground. There were silver wolf head patterns on the shoulders. Mason also made an elf-style cloak buckle for it, and embroidered elven advice in golden silk thread in the area extending from the waist of the cloak to the buttstock.
It looks mysterious, chic and beautiful. It is hard to imagine that it was a damaged piece of clothing that needed to be thrown away just a dozen minutes ago.
"My cooking skills are pretty good, right?"
Mason smiled at Ciri with some pride, and Ciri nodded and stepped forward to put the cloak over his hunting suit, but was stopped by Mason.
He looked Ciri up and down critically and said:
"You're planning on wearing this inside? I tailored the robe for you according to your measurements! You can disrespect my strength, but you can't disrespect my craftsmanship."
"you mean……"
Ciri looked at Mason, and her heartbeat became irregular.
Under the captain's serious, craftsman-like gaze, she bit her lip and took off her hunting jacket, leaving only her protective vest close to her body.
"Take it off."
Mason shook his head and said in a very professional tone:
"Otherwise, an ugly outline will be prominent outside the cape, affecting the overall appearance. The clothes I made for the lady cannot be wasted like this."
"Don't go too far!"
The hunter was a little embarrassed, but under Mason's silent gaze, she finally took on the vest and let Mason put the cloak on her body, which was only in underwear.
The waist adds an elegant silhouette, making the cape look more like a long black dress.
"Look, how beautiful it is."
Mason stood behind Ciri, watching her in the mirror as she untied her long silver hair and let it fall over her shoulders, then put her hand on the outline of her waist.
Ms. Ciri in the mirror had a flushed face. Although she was still wearing underwear to prevent herself from exposing herself, for a demon hunter, this situation without external armor protection was no different from being naked.
She looked at herself in the mirror, watching Mason's hand linger at her waist and then slide upward, as if a skilled tailor was checking his excellent work one last time.
Her breathing quickened.
Finally, she turned her head and raised her swan-like neck under Mason's smiling gaze. Then she lowered her head and touched those cold but soft lips again.
She felt like a female animal caught in a hunting net, falling bit by bit in the ever-tightening mesh of the evil-minded hunter.
The office was quiet.
The extremely clean marble floor was scattered with removed hunting armor. A barefoot silver-haired lady was held in his arms. She closed her eyes, feeling her own heartbeat in panic and enjoying this rare peace.
"Snap"
The door was suddenly pushed open and there was a noisy sound, which made Ciri instinctively want to withdraw, but Mason's hands were firmly around her waist, making her unable to break free.
Or maybe you don't want to break free?
"Are you ready? Old Shazam wants us to go over and talk to him about tonight... uh... what are you doing?"
A swordsman in a black robe and holding a mask broke into the office and saw this scene. She stood there with her eyes wide open, then showed an amused expression.
He grinned and said:
"Hey, sorry, I should have knocked first. You guys continue. I won't bother you anymore. I'm leaving now. Apparently I came at a bad time."
"No, you came just in time."
Mason let go of Ciri.
The hunter's heartbeat was so fast that it made people wonder if her heart would burst in the next moment. The tailor picked up the tools in his hand, looked back at the stunned swordsman, and said in a critical tone:
"Is this what you're going to wear to the ceremony tonight? Why don't you just wear a piece of rag like a homeless person? I'm not saying anything bad about you, but you're a girl after all, can't you be a little more decent?
Come here, I will help you fix your robe."
