After hearing the shop owner's voice, Lin Ming began to contemplate his clothing.
At this moment, Lin Ming understood why everyone on the street was avoiding them.
It was because the three of them were travel-worn, and the clothes No.1 and No.2 wore were the hand-me-downs of Lin Ming.
Therefore, they were all treated as poor people.
This was the capital, and beggars were not allowed here.
Therefore, with Lin Ming's appearance, he was treated as the lowest class of people.
Such people were naturally avoided on the busiest streets of the capital.
After Lin Ming understood the situation, he heaved a sigh of relief.
If the Dark power of No.1 and No.2 were to leak out, it would probably attract a lot of trouble.
"Does your shop sell clothes?"
Lin Ming looked at the shop and asked.
"Yes, our shop has silk and silk. We have everything, even clothes made from the fur of magical eeasts!"
The person was arrogant.
