"Are you sure I look like a noble in this outfit?" Tang Mo looked down at the clothes he was wearing, standing in front of Roger.
The suit was custom-made in the most respectable tailor shop in Brunas town. The owner's child was Tang Mo's student, so he received a rather generous discount.
Putting on the vest, Tang Mo even felt his breathing become a bit heavier. Clothing of this era was far from simple, with sleeves adorned with intricate patterns.
"Now that you're Lord Earl's Guardian Knight, you naturally need to dress more presentably," Roger said, picking up Tang Mo's coat and looking at the impeccably ironed grey suit on him with slight dissatisfaction, "But why did you choose grey? This fabric really does look rather dowdy."
"It hides the dirt," Tang Mo didn't wish to explain to old Roger why he had chosen such an inconspicuous grey over bright yellow, azure, or bold red.
