Chapter 1128: Lost in the Oasis (10)

Hearing this, Palamides felt a stir all over his body: "Uh, really, really want to take off your pants?" "If you don't take off your pants, how can I help you mend them?" The old grandmother let out a faint laugh from under her veil: "What are you shy, young man? Grandma, I am indeed old enough to be your grandmother. Palamides was silent for a moment, and did not answer. The big cat wasn't as young as he looked, and the way he looked now was when he turned into the Emerald Knight seven years ago, and he hadn't aged since that day for various reasons.

"But I have two sons and I'm 18 years old this year. Palamides said as he carefully took off his suit pants, trying not to make the crotch rip widen. After taking off his pants, the big cat, wearing only a pair of shorts on the lower half of his body, clamped his legs, covered his crotch with one hand, and sat awkwardly on a small wooden stool in another corner of the room, keeping a certain distance from his grandmother.

"Yes. It's such a big child at such a young age, and you're having a pretty happy life, young man. The woman didn't ask anything more, but took Palamides' suit trousers and held them in both hands, studying them in the dim yellow light.

She wears pure black thin cloth gloves, and because of the influence of Arab culture, she is not allowed to expose even the skin of her hands to others. However, the gloved grandmother's hands were still dexterous, and she carefully looked at the torn pants as she pointed, "Huhu, the running movement is really big." It's not just the stitches that are broken, but even the fabric itself. "Is it really not repaired?" asked Palamides, slightly disappointed.

"No, it can be fixed. It's just going to take a little more time. Give me ten minutes. (Can it be fixed in ten minutes?) I saw the old woman take out a slender sewing kit from her handbag and take out of it a very fine silver needle and even finer thread. The almost transparent threads were only tenths the thickness of a human hair, so thin that they were barely visible, and even as an emerald knight, Palamides, with his extraordinary eyesight, could barely see the sporadic sheen reflected off the thin lines as he looked closely in the light.

"W-What is this? you're going to use this to mend my pants?" asked Palamides in surprise.

"This?" the old lady threaded the thread into the needle with her incredibly skillful hand, "This is the silk of a very rare desert demon silkworm." Such a thin one is enough to lift a cow. It's a bit of a stretch to use it to mend clothes, but that's fine. "Such a valuable material—" "It's not valuable, it's just rare." The old woman shook her head: "The silk of the Desert Demon Silkworm is extremely difficult to process because of its super flexibility, and no garment factory has ever dared to use this silk thread to make clothes - no one even dares to weave it into thread. In rare things, if no one dares to ask for them, its value is zero. Palamides frowned. From the old woman's conversation and demeanor, the leopard warrior began to notice that this person was a little unusual.

No, what really makes the big cat feel strange is actually the action of the grandmother when she mends her pants at the moment. She was sewing the torn fibers of her clothes one by one with great speed and with great precision, so that the already torn fabric was "healing" little by little! It was indeed cloth, it was a dead thing. But at this moment, it is not too much to describe it as healing! The edges of the torn and uneven fabric are once again connected to each other under the silk line of the extremely fine demon silkworm!

This is not an ordinary sewing, not sewing two pieces of cloth together with cotton thread, but butting the thread and thread from the level of the fabric fiber!!

What kind of magic trick is this!

No. A similar feat, which Palamides had only seen once before in Great Britain, was the [Hand of God] of Knight Constantine of the Round Table. Konstantin was also able to use very fine sutures to close the patient's blood vessels and nerves precisely and quickly. And now, this old grandmother, except for the object of the "operation" is a piece of cloth (a pair of pants), her [Hand of God] is almost the same as Konstantin's [Hand of God]!

"Granny, what the hell are you," Paramidis just wanted to ask.

"Don't be surprised, it's just practice makes perfect. The mysterious woman replied, "My husband used to be a tailor." During the most difficult period, I did needlework every day to support my husband's livelihood, and over time I got used to it. At first, I used ordinary cotton thread to mend clothes, but gradually I found that I could use thinner threads to mend clothes better and more durable. So my thread became thinner and thinner, and my needle became thinner and thinner, and it ended up like this. Her hands moved rapidly, and she was able to re-stitch every torn thread on her pants with unerring precision. This fluent and swift movement dazzled Palamides for a while. The big cat began to wonder if it was his hallucination. Maybe he fainted from his fear of heights as soon as he entered the Celestial Restaurant, and now what he saw was just a dream?

"It's made up. The old lady came over and handed back the repaired trousers to Palamides: "Cherish them this time, don't tear them out again." (And it didn't take more than ten minutes at all.) "Thank you, thank you, Grandma. The Leopard Warrior was still a little confused when he took the pants, and he put them on without much thought. As the mysterious old woman said, the pants have been repaired so seamlessly that no flaws can be seen. Looking at it like this, I'm afraid that even the shop that rents clothes can't tell that the crotch of this pants has been torn.

"Now, you should have about seven minutes left? Get back to your dinner, young man. The old woman urged.

"All right, then I'll leave it at bay, and I'll thank you later, granny!" Paramidis lifted his pants and walked out the door.

"I don't need to thank you, I'm just returning you a favor. The old lady replied slowly, "And, I have a hunch that we will soon meet again." The leopard warrior didn't listen to the old woman's words, and the figure had already disappeared at the end of the alley in a hurry.

Less than ten seconds later, footsteps could be heard outside the house. A female knight in light armor and a black tightsuit rushed into the house with three of her men, and said in a panic, "I have finally found you, Lord Rosetta! It is really worrying that you have been lost in such an unsafe place as the slums!" "Stop!" The old woman stretched out her hand and made all the knights stop: "Get out of this room on the spot! Just stand in front of the door and talk to me! This is my house full of memories for my husband and I, and you will not be allowed to defile it!" "Sorry, Lord Rosetta. The female knights hurriedly retreated to the door, and the knight who took the lead spoke, "But the man who left just now" "That's my guest." The old lady said in a cold tone, "The young man helped me, and as a matter of course I was allowed to come in—do you have any opinions?" "No, Lord Rosetta. But please don't slip out of the guards' eyelids without saying a word! The female knight in the lead bowed and saluted, with a slight hint of reproach in her tone: "Anyway, the scheduled dinner time is almost up, Lord Rosetta, please prepare as much as possible!" "Oh, that." It's not an important dinner, so it doesn't matter if you go there or not. The old woman unbuttoned the scarf that covered her upper body, "But if you don't go, I guess the Sphinx will be angry." Whew. I'll just accompany you. The "old grandmother" took off her hood and untied her veil, revealing her true colors.

She's not much of a grandmother at all.

It was a fair-skinned woman who looked beautiful. No. Even if she has been married, even if her husband has passed away, with her appearance, it is not an exaggeration to say that she is a half-acquainted wife.

Her black hair was long and supple, and her jet-black hair exuded a watery aura that cascaded down to her chest like a waterfall. Her black eyes were large and ethereal and deep, like black gems and black pearls, and there was a light of wisdom in them.

Her ears are slender and pointy at the top, which may be a little strange by human standards, but these ears speak silently of the nobility of her status.

It's a dark elf. A dark elf of pure blood and noble birth.

Elves - whether ordinary elves (elves of light) or dark elves - have extremely long lives, ranging from thousands of years to ten thousand years. Although this woman calls herself "grandmother", the years have obviously not been able to draw traces of aging on her perfect face, and her beauty and youth seem to be fixed in her twenties and thirties, both in figure and face, are extremely youthful and charming.

She unbuttoned her slightly worn robe, revealing the luxurious black evening gown hidden within. The corset evening gown is made of exquisite material, and the dark gold beads that are delicately stitched together create a subtle and elegant picture scroll on the precious fabric. The elastic corset effect of the evening dress made the lady more slender and elegant, and her plump breasts and white and delicate thighs were half-exposed in front of the person, like a devil's temptation.

"I'd like to stay here all night if I could. The woman stroked the table with pity, as if there was still her husband's breath in the room: "But business is business, and the dead must not be allowed to delay the lives of the living, am I right, my dear?" No matter how warm the memories may have been, the house is just a cold house.

"Old Grandma" sighed softly, took out a small bracelet made of black jade from her handbag, carefully put it on her wrist, and then smiled confidently: "It's all ready, let's go." ＂