Seniors at work...... Draenor muttered in his heart, vaguely as if he had returned to the Eichenryde of more than ten years ago. But unlike then, I don't have any trustworthy colleagues around me now, which also means that I have to find a way to build a good relationship with the so-called "seniors", after all, I still need to be taken care of by the other party in my future work.

After putting away the books and paying the bill, he took Jeanne to the street, he did not intend to rush to the guild immediately, but fell on the door of a clothing store, the words of Instructor Reiner made him angry, it seems that money is not a big problem at the moment, and it is time to buy decent clothes.

Walking into the store, the surrounding wardrobes were full of delicate clothes, and the proprietress wearing a lady's hat walked over with a professional smile.

"Hello, distinguished sir! Need a custom dress? ”

Draenor felt a little ironic at the polite remark, and he looked down at his patched shirt, which was not even distinguished by the previous tenant.

"It's too time-consuming to customize, I'm in a hurry, and it's okay to get the suit," he replied.

"Hmm...... In that case, come with me first, and I can recommend it to you. Then the proprietress led the two to the closet, took out a metal rod and pointed at the thin row of short robes.

"These are autumn styles, the fabric is worsted cotton, it's lighter, and the price is reasonable."

Draenor didn't want to look up at the old clothes, it was obvious that they were all stockpiles that hadn't been sold after the change of seasons, and they were all a little faded, and they were better than second-hand goods bought at Butterbury's Market.

"I want winter clothes, suitable for the workplace, preferably new, but not too flashy."

"This ......," the proprietress looked Draenor up and down, her smile stiffening, "What's your budget?" ”

He touched his purse, and the cash on hand was quite abundant.

"Don't think about that."

This sentence is full of confidence, and he believes that the proprietress in front of him will not judge people by their appearance like the waiter in the Hydrangea Hotel.

"That's good." The lady's smile was noticeably lighter, and she opened the wardrobe on her right, took out a suit wrapped in a blackmail cloth with the clothes rail, and handed it to Langlano.

"This is a new style in our store, the top is made of Moyal antelope fabric, and the trousers are made of thickened cowhide, which is very suitable for cycling, and the whole set is made of three-dimensional cutting technology. It's just that the price is a little ......."

Removing the gray cloth, it was a dark blue trench coat, and Draenor touched the fabric inside and out, which not only looked delicate, but also felt very soft.

"How much?"

"One hundred and twenty deli, the locker room is over here."

Just right! Draenor carried the money bag around his waist, and there were still more than one hundred and thirty deli left, and the rest was enough for the passage, after all, he still had a check of five thousand deli on hand, which could be cashed at the bank at any time.

"We have a sale, if you buy it today and get a pair of riding boots, wait a minute." The proprietress turned around and brought a pair of black leather boots from the warehouse.

Draenor took his boots and slung his suit over his shoulders and walked towards the locker room.

A few minutes later, Draenor pushed open the door and walked out, facing the mirrors in front of him, turning left and right, the length of the trench coat did not reach the knees, and the leather pants and riding boots were a little heavy, but not enough to hinder movement. All in all, very much in line with the status of a knight!

"That's it, it's one hundred and twenty deli." With that, Delano buckled the money bag on the cash register, took out a dozen gold coins and received them in the coat pocket, Zheng said goodbye to the proprietress and walked out of the mausoleum with Jeanne.

"What about these old clothes......"

Draenor looked at the ragged clothes that were on Jeanne's arm, stepped forward, habitually fumbled in his pocket, and pulled out a cold magnolia.

He remembered the familiar face, his eyes darkened a little, and put the flower in the pocket of his chest.

"Throw them away, those things are over......," he sighed, tossed the suit he had traveled all the way into the trash, boarded a horse-drawn bus, and headed for the city center.

Along the way, Draenor recalled the voice coming from the box in his mind, the function of the "pager" device is very convenient, but it will inevitably distort the sound that comes out, it is like the noise of wild bees dancing wildly, he can't tell the gender of the other party.

In less than a moment, the carriage stopped in front of the guild gate, and Draenor put the box back in his pocket, and got out of the car to look at the knights lined up neatly on the stairs, and it was a little strange that he had become one of them in less than a moment.

"Buzz! Hum-"

Draenor pulled out the pager and turned the knob to hold it to his ear.

"Chadwick, I've seen you. You don't need to enter the guild gate, you can go out into the garden from the side. ”

Is it not okay to have something to say? What else is selling...... The pager was closed, and Draenor followed the stairs to the guild's door, going around the wall to the side.

The fresh smell of grass and the scent of flowers greeted him, except for a stone path that looked out of place, leading to the innermost part of the garden, until it was completely covered by a white gazebo, where two knights in armor sat fiddling with the papers on the table.

Walking to the gazebo, Draenor recognized one of them, Jett in red armor, and the other wearing a pompous and bulky helmet, although he couldn't recognize who it was, but it was the senior who was on page.

"Mr. Delanor, we've been waiting for a long time...... Sister Jeanne is also there? Please be seated! Jett pushed the papers aside from the table and pulled out a chair for the two of them to sit down.

At least there was an acquaintance, but Draenor had always cared for the silent knight, who looked like he was two meters tall and could reach his chest just by sitting.

"Chadwick, is the report going well?" The knight turned his head mechanically, and through the bar-like armor, Draenor was sure that the other man was staring at him.

"Very smooth, senpai." He replied respectfully to the knight, who seemed to be deliberately lowering his voice, but still unable to fully hide the familiar voice, and Draenor only thought it was his own delusion.

Jeanne noticed something unusual, and she sniffed lightly on the edge of the table inconspicuously, then straightened up, her brow finally stretching a little.

"We've seen it in the registration hall before!"

Everyone was speechless, and the knight shook his head, took off his visor, and said to Jeanne with a wry smile: "I still can't hide from Ricos's sense of smell...... Yo, Draenor, long time no see! ”

"It was his idea...... Jett whispered to Draenor, gesturing at the knight.

"Dino?" He was almost sure that it was just a prank, because the other party couldn't help but laugh out loud at the same time as he asked.

"Hahahaha...... Does it scare you? I didn't think the senior in your mind would be me, right? Dino hung his helmet on the back of his chair, shook his braided silver hair, took out a delicate metal box and placed it on the table, pinched a handful of black powder from it, put it in his mouth, and pushed the box forward.

"Try? A specialty of Nagseus. ”

"No need." Draenor pushed the box back, turned to Jett and asked, "You called me here to try tobacco?" ”

"Of course not, there are two other things...... Stand up! Jett grabbed Draenor's arm and pulled him up from his chair, grabbing a tape measure from the side of the table and measuring it horizontally.

"Hmm...... He is 192 cm tall, has a chest circumference of 94 and a shoulder width of 57, which is one size higher than you. Jett gathered his tape measure and turned his head to Dino, who was recording the data.

"What is this for?" Draenor was puzzled for a moment, and the next second he had already guessed the reason for doing so.

"Custom armor for you! You don't think you can go to work in this outfit, do you? Jett tugged at the corner of Draenor's coat and said.