Chapter 390 Fitzrod's Personal Customization

Wilson paused and turned to look over.

“Wilson, Wilson, it’s really you, you’re not dead yet.”

Quinson moved closer to Wilson and took a closer look. Seeing that Wilson's face was rosy and his eyes were as sharp as before, and there was no sign of mania, he immediately burst into laughter.

As a neighbor who had once fought for territory with him, Quinson didn't know Wilson well, but he was still impressed by this opponent who was equally powerful as him, even though it had been five or six years since they last met.

Wilson stared at Kunsen with his eagle eyes for a long time before frowning and asking suspiciously, "Are you Kunsen?"

Kunsen's smile faltered, and he looked at him dissatisfiedly, "It's me, Wilson, your memory has deteriorated. Could it be that the dark matter has affected your brain?"

Wilson looked at his bald, bloody scalp, then at his thinner figure due to muscle loss. The corners of his mouth twitched. "No, it's not that my memory has deteriorated, it's that you've changed so much. What happened to make you look so miserable? Look at your current physique. Even the skinny guy you despise the most is stronger than you."

Kunsen choked, his face turned ugly, and he muttered, "Humph, it's all because of that skinny monkey. That guy dared to trick me and took away my territory. Otherwise, how could I have met him?"

"What happened?" Wilson looked at his embarrassed look and was in no hurry to leave. He stood where he was, arms folded across his chest, leisurely admiring the embarrassment of his old neighbor.

It looked like he had suffered some great misfortune, but with Kunsen's manic and arrogant personality, it was only a matter of time before he would suffer even if he was very strong.

Kunsen glared at him, not wanting to bring up his previous misfortunes in front of his old rival and make him laugh. He snorted and said in a bad tone, "Hmph, what happened is none of your business. But you, weren't your dark matter reaching critical point? Didn't you go to the Empire to say goodbye to your old lover and precious daughter? How come you're still alive?"

Wilson was annoyed by being repeatedly asked, "Why aren't you dead yet?" The smile on his bright and rough face faded, and he glared at his still annoying old neighbor. "My daughter saved me with the potion, and you, a daughterless guy, don't understand. Okay, I'm not going to talk to you anymore. I'm in a hurry to go kill monsters."

"Hey hey." This time, no matter how Kunsen shouted, Wilson did not stop. He strode away, walked into the door of the Demon Refining Pot, and disappeared on the spot with a whoosh.

Kunsen wanted to follow, but he seemed to encounter a transparent barrier in front of him, and he was caught off guard and saw stars.

Kunsen kicked angrily and punched it several times, but he couldn't break the barrier. He could only hold his breath and give up the idea of ​​going in.

He muttered to himself that this global village was really mysterious, then turned around and planned to walk around the village. This place looked good, and it was even more interesting that Wilson was here. He had to take a closer look. If it was really a good place, then it would be great if he could take it over and make it his territory.

Inside the clothing store.

Fitzrod is not as rough as Quinson. He can't just buy any clothes to get by. As a vampire prince, the clothes he wears are always luxurious. Not only must the materials be the best, but the styles must also be the most gorgeous. Of course, there must be no shortage of jewels on the clothes.

However, after walking around the store, he didn't find a single piece of clothing that matched his noble status as a vampire prince.

Fitzrod's pale and handsome face was frowned, and his expression became increasingly worse. He even pulled Lev, who had already been selected, and refused to let him leave, asking him to help with the advisory work.

Ever since Lev confirmed on Planet N28 that he had lost the Zerg's receiver and severed the connection with the Queen, the entire Zerg became depressed and even the Zerg refused to go back because he knew that the Queen would not accept a disabled Zerg like him.

So when Kunsen clamored to visit the Global Village, he followed him silently.

Now being pulled by Fitzruddin, he remained silent and showed no temper. He looked at him expressionlessly and then let him be pulled.

Seeing Fitzrad's arrogant and picky look, Delis was not annoyed, but her eyes lit up.

She walked up to Fitzroyd and asked with a friendly smile, "Sir, you don't seem very satisfied with the clothes in this store. Would you like to have them custom-made?"

Fitzrud's bloodshot eyes looked over, and he suppressed his displeasure as he looked at Delis. Seeing that she was a pretty human woman, his attitude improved a lot, and his tone returned to his usual gentlemanly tone.

He politely gave a gentleman's salute and replied, "Yes, miss, the clothes in your store are too cheap. It would be great if you could make them specifically for me."

Delis's face flushed with smile, and she returned the greeting while lifting her skirt. "Of course, Delis is willing to serve you, but the price of this private customization will be higher. You..."

Fitzroyd raised his chin and said proudly, "Price is not an issue. I only need the best clothes that best suit my noble status."

This is a big sucker.

Delis was extremely happy because she had not used up her supernatural powers for the day and could still draw five more.

"Sir, how many pieces do you need? Actually, I'm the designer in this shop. My special ability is that I can turn drawings into clothes. I can make five pieces today. If you need them, I can draw pictures and make them for you in the remaining five opportunities today."

Without thinking, Fitzrod said happily, "Oh, that's great, miss."

He is a prince, how could he have just one piece of clothing? Even five pieces would not be enough.

Delis thought that this handsome vampire was indeed as arrogant and generous as the rumors said. She suppressed her excitement, pursed her lips, and smiled shyly at Fitzroyd. "Then what kind of clothes do you need and what details should I pay attention to? Please tell me in detail. Also, our store just received a batch of gems that can be worn on clothes to make them more luxurious and suitable for your noble status. However, these will be purchased at a separate price. Do you need them?"

Fitzrod: "Of course, how can a prince's clothes be without jewels? That is too inconsistent with my gorgeous taste."

Delis also laughed and responded, "You are right. As a noble prince, your clothes should be decorated with the most gorgeous and precious gems."

Fitzrod's lips curled up, and he felt comfortable listening to it. He thought to himself that this beautiful human lady was really good at talking. If this was not the type he liked, he would definitely kiss her pretty little mouth as a reward.

He knew that human women were most attracted to noble and gentlemanly men like him, and what they most desired was his love.

But he is picky, and not just any pretty woman can gain his mercy.

Fitzrudt thought narcissistically.

(End of this chapter)