Ashif showed no contempt, but instead gave Paige an approving look. No matter how shameless he was, as long as what he did was beneficial to the Temple, he should be encouraged and commended.

As Ashif walked toward his residence, he casually remarked to his servant beside him, "Add a chair to the council tomorrow!"

The servant immediately asked cautiously, "Your Excellency, what kind of chair would you like to add? And where would you place it?"

“Add a chair just like mine, and put it right next to me!” Ashif said without hesitation.

The servant stood frozen for a full ten seconds before being jolted awake by Ashif's sharp gaze. He hurriedly said, "Your Excellency, your purple chair needs to be custom-made, adorned with hundreds of gems. Tomorrow is simply..."

"It must be completed within three days, this is very important!" Ashif waved his hand arrogantly, making the servant of the saints look miserable. He knew that if he couldn't handle it, not only would Ashif punish him, but the person in the new chair would not let him off either. No matter who the person sitting in the same chair as Ashif was... he couldn't afford to offend them!

The person who would sit in the purple chair didn't care how many gems were on her chair; she was only concerned about the shoes in Qin Mo's hand.

In Qin Mo's hands, a piece of suede was repeatedly cut into various shapes with a knife, and then sewn onto the sole of the rubber shoe with fine stitches.

The black velvet, treated with techniques unique to the Elven race, exudes understated luxury. Combined with Qin Mo's precise craftsmanship and groundbreaking design, a pair of women's shoes that can be described as works of art gradually takes shape.

"The heels are too high, I... I'm not used to them!"

Heatherine saw that it was the same style of high heels again and couldn't help but mutter a few words. Although she felt pretty good in them, her toes were not very comfortable.

"Ugh! It looks good but isn't comfortable to wear, and it's comfortable to wear but doesn't look good. Can't you just bear with it? With your strength, you can't even feel pain?"

Qin Mo grumbled in response to Heather's dissatisfaction, but with a few quick swipes of his knife, he changed the ten-point heel to a seven-point heel. This heartwarming gesture made Heather's eyes narrow, like a kitten being tickled and feeling pleasantly tickled.

"Alright, this trench coat, trousers, and high heels are all set. Do you want to pair your black wedding dress with sparkly shoes?"

Heatherine readily agreed. Qin Mo had already made her several sets of matching clothes and shoes, each a beautiful style she had never seen before. They filled an entire large wardrobe.

She loves these pretty clothes; she... has been completely corrupted by Qin Mo.