Chapter 57 – 57. Clothes Matter
“So, are you saying that you will escort us until we reach Zion?”
Asher asked. After seeing that monstrous business card, my trust in him had plummeted.
Brahms replied confidently.
“20 silver coins per person per day, reimbursement of insurance money in case of injury, maximum satisfaction at a very low price!”
“It’s okay, I won’t buy it.”
He seemed quite taken aback by Asher, who answered coldly.
“I thought this was cheap enough! Alright, ten silver coins!”
“Because I don’t live.”
“Five!! You’re testing my patience! You must be trying to arouse my guilt for mistaking me for a monster a while ago, do you know how to bargain for a maid?”
“I’m not a maid.”
Eshir just hoped that the noisy human wouldn’t interfere with the party. Should I hypnotize him and take away only what he has? But that was against her convictions and beliefs. They haven’t done anything yet.
Cornelia, who had come to her senses, stabbed me in the back.
“Master Joshua, doesn’t that man seem crazy? The scars on my face…”
“That person looked at you and said the same thing. Being intoxicated by the fact that the temperature has risen a little is ‘warmed up scales and firm breasts’. Do you have no shame as a woman?”
“I’m ashamed…”
Cornelia had not enough blush to cover her face with scales. She, too, is a woman with a taste for teasing.
〈 Short Term Travel Insurance Certificate 〉
It was a piece of paper that a middle-aged man with an appetizing name, Hamm, took out of his bag as he brought us to his cart. The pony tied to the cart looked this way for a moment, then indifferently grazed the grass beneath its feet.
“Okay, then free! No more, they are like day robbers.”
“Why are you so anxious to get involved with us? Do you think we have money or something?”
“Hyung, I mean I’m a little desperate right now. There is a guy who owes Zion, and he said that if he doesn’t meet the subscriber quota by this month, the interest rate will increase. Even if it’s free, just sign up.”
This is it. This is the voice of a salesperson who is trying to increase performance somehow because it doesn’t matter how much it is in the red.
As he put on a desperate expression with a scarred face, his expression became even more crumpled and stern. Ham, who was watching him, said as if he was frustrated.
“My God, the youngster… No, Brahms. Should I go this far?”
“If you owe a debt, you must pay it back, Ham. Either in a good sense or in a bad sense. Otherwise, I will not be able to see my wife.”
“Joshua, what are you going to do?”
“It’s free, but there’s nothing to refuse.”
On the way, I should get information about Zion from that person named Brahms. What they are doing, what the level of security is, and what skills the warriors there have.
Of course, I’ll ask Cornelia. The more information, the better. We need to compare each other’s information and figure out what to do in the city of Zion.
First of all, we have no idea how to get to Zion from here right now.
And there were things I had to take care of first while being with a person I didn’t know.
I need to get some clothes.
Escaping from Moreau’s mansion, Cornelia and I are completely naked, and Asher is wearing a maid’s uniform instead of a nun’s. It’s a completely inappropriate and uncomfortable outfit to go out here.
“Brahms… Did you say Now that even Zion is with us, do you have any clothes left?”
“I have a few clothes that I don’t use… “
He thought for a moment and replied. Hamm Oops, he tried to say something with a wanted face, but it was too late.
“Wait a minute, Brahms, I don’t think that’s what surplus clothes are… ?”
“Wouldn’t it be fine to choose the right size out of the two and wear it?”
Brahms pulled the blanket off the cart.
Cornelia looked inside the cart and gave a small scream.
It was a corpse. The corpses of about five men and women.
Inside, it was as cold as a refrigerator. It was clear that there was a weak cooling spell applied. Even in the summer weather, the corpses managed to keep their original form without decaying.
“This… What?”
Brahms replied casually.
“Yes, former customers.”
“Not the customers!!!!”
Hamm cut him off hastily.
He took several frayed sheets of paper from his backpack and spread them out in front of him. Something was written under the paper with large drawings of people’s faces.
“Here is the woman with the big breasts and the blotches on her cheeks, Merian de Holstein, the woman who poisoned six ex-husbands with insurance.
This man, nicknamed “Galiano,” Tried to rob a bank in Haven, Wickham, Tennessee, but managed to catch him hiding in the basement of a church after running away.
The ‘virgin’ Barbara next to him is Galliano’s mistress and accomplice. She is a demon-like woman who, disguised as a church nun, kidnaps only the young boys around her and sucks out their spirit to increase their lifespan. She also works magic and her actual age is over 100 years old. She was given a bounty of 20 gold coins, 150 gold coins, and 1 silver Blake coin, respectively, regardless of whether she is alive or dead based on the kingdom.”
“Ham, why do you keep explaining things like that? A middle-aged self-show?”
“You should call them bounties, Brahms, wanted bounty! We have to take these corpses to Zion and get the money.”
“Oh yeah. But are you also our customer? Whether as a bounty hunter or as an insurance agent.”
“Even if I go to the heinous criminals and tell them that I will kill them if I don’t buy insurance, they won’t listen to me obediently, common sense!!”
Hamm screamed.
When I heard their conversation, I was convinced.
That man, Brahms, was the first of those who approached us with no malice.
He doesn’t seem like a bad person, but he doesn’t want to get involved. I heard that thought intensely.
“If you subscribed to instant life insurance as I suggested, you could have been tried at least in Zion, but those guys are talking nonsense. All those who don’t know how precious their lives should die.”
“But you’re taking off the clothes of the corpses and giving them to us?”
Now who those bodies are and how they died is none of my business.
I touched the clothes worn by the corpses in the cart.
What ‘Galliano’ was wearing was a white shirt with wide sleeves and black cotton pants. At first glance, it is a luxurious material. It was thin and airy, but it had gold buttons on the sleeves and waist that made it easy to put on and take off.
And the nun’s uniform of the ‘Virgin’ next to it. It was a soft cloth that was on a different level from the windproof and fluffy fabric Eshur had previously worn. It would be nice if the old nun’s uniform, which had no ventilation, would be sticky with sweat full of female pheromones every time she put it on and take it off, but this would be more comfortable for Asher.
She held out her hand to Brahms.
“Pass.”
“The more evil people are, the more they dress amazingly well.”
“I agree.”
Father Campbell, whom I saw at Zionside, also wore one of her clothes in a classy one. When she first entered the human body, she had a hard time adapting to the clothes, but she needs to know these things in order to blend into the human world in the future. If you transform the skin, you can imitate it similarly, but it’s too cumbersome to repeat transforming and releasing it one by one.
“By the way, I don’t think a nun’s uniform would fit that tall lady with the tail over there?”
“Oh, the nun is here, not over there. Her tailed side is a maid.”
“Maid? With such a strong body? Are you like the battle maid you’ve only heard about? But seeing the two women swapping clothes and kneading like that, you’re quite a gentleman, aren’t you?”
Brahms handed me the clothes to wear, a nun’s uniform, and a beige blouse worn by a woman with big breasts whom he called ‘Holstein’. She looked at the size and said this would fit Cornelia.
The women told them not to peep and went behind a rock to change their clothes. Although they were biting and licking each other naked, for some reason it felt embarrassing to peep when they were changing clothes.
But Cornelia stopped changing her clothes and suddenly she froze on the spot.
“What is it, Cornelia? Don’t like the clothes? Maybe you have a strange curse… “
“I finally figured out the situation, so now…”
“Now?”
“Master Joshua is now… Did you tell us to wear the clothes you took off the corpse?!”
Judging by her appearance, she is with her horns and tail, but here she is, her normal person is only herself. Cornelia was so sure.
She seemed to be the only one who felt something strange among the people who casually put on and take off the clothes worn by the corpses stored in the freezer-like cart.
Why? Why? Isn’t this dirty?
‘I’m not sure I’m weird… ?’
Cornelia wiggled her tail vigorously to and fro in confusion. Eshir watched her wagging tail with interest.
“Lia, is this your first time? Is it because she is also from the Drasel family?”
Eshir said, hugging Cornelia affectionately from behind her. Cornelia glanced in surprise as I stroked the base of her tail to relieve her tension.
“Eshir-sama never stole clothes from a corpse… Are you saying there was…?”
“It’s not that much, but when I was young, there were very few people in Zionside who took care of me. Before she was ordained a nun, as long as she could afford clothes, she wore whatever she could get. There must have been clothes belonging to a dead child among them.”
“I didn’t know…”
Said Cornelia in a downcast voice. Her world is wider than she thought. Something she hadn’t even imagined happened out of nowhere. She said she had to get used to it there. With a body like this, she wouldn’t be able to be with normal people unless she was bold enough.
“Give me this.”
Eshir laid out Cornelia’s blouse and her nun’s robe in front of her and held the pendant. Her magical energy swept around her, and in an instant, her clothes were as clean as new.
While they were changing, I put on my clothes and roughly wrote my name on the ‘Short-term traveler’s insurance application form’ Ham gave me. While doing so, he spread his tentacles on the floor and overheard the conversation between Eshir and Cornelia behind a rock, and the conversation between Brahms and Ham a little further away.
“Bocchan, I’m asking you out of an old woman’s heart, but it’s no way that you have your eyes on the women over there… Aren’t you?”
“Do you know that I am your father? I’m not interested in anyone but Roxanne. I don’t really like stealing other people’s women. In my head, I’m just thinking about what I’m going to shove up ‘my girl’s’ slut this time.”
“I heard that there was a nun named Asher from Zionside, so I suddenly remembered it… We must not forget that a few years ago, at the annual party of Sion, Lord Oluin’s eldest son was disowned after recklessly raping a common woman.”
“Sir Daniel Oluin, you nasty man. This is why I hate parties with nobles. So, never talk like a young boy in front of people. Strangers get seduced when their background is revealed.”
Component of origin. The other side would have gone black if they knew our ingredients. A tentacle disguised as a hero, a nun contracted with the devil, and a maid who was half a lizard.
What is certain is that they are hiding something. I don’t feel any malice, so I don’t think it’ll do any harm, but I need to be vigilant.
Daniel Oluin, by the way, his story seemed to be quite widespread. His father, Danal Oluin, who was with Eshir in her punitive squad, died in her stead after saving her from Joshua, her ‘human champion’. And Daniel, the mayor of Zionside, was offered as a sacrifice to summon the devil by a priest who plots to overthrow the city.
I watched as Brahms slipped the throwing dagger at his waist. When he showed him his corpse, saying he was a ‘former customer’, he pulled out the bladed tentacle slightly from his elbow, wondering if he was showing his dark side. Even though it wasn’t a visible angle at all, he noticed that and was preparing to retaliate if I attacked.
Even though he looked like a crazy person, he wasn’t a friendly opponent. That was certain.
“Master? Are you there?”
While I was lost in my thoughts, Cornelia sprang out from behind a rock.
The muscles of her shoulders and her toned abs were all hidden under her clothes. Her purple blouse, which was hollowed out at her breasts, swelled to fit her aggressively raised breasts, exuding a luxurious femininity not found in her maid outfit or her naked body. Her ultramarine blue hair and teardrops blended naturally with him. She said that she came from a prestigious family, but now I believe her words.
However, her skirt was worn with the air pron removed from the maid uniform Eshir was wearing. The pants she gave me must have been difficult because of her tail.
Cornelia looked at me with her twinkling eyes, wagging her tail. She was expecting praise.
“For a lizard, it’s become quite girly.”
She cupped her breast with one hand and lifted her head up, biting her horn to her lips. Mucus dripped down her skirt with her ecstatic moans.
Still, her true nature is a painted female lizard.
It’s my lizard
“Ashur?”
“Joshua-sama, I, here…”
Eshir stuck his head out from behind a rock.
“I was dressed, but… This is a bit weirder than I thought… ?”
As expected, Eshir’s nun’s uniform, which came out hesitantly, was more sophisticated than before, which was simply all black. There were accessories all over the place. A silver chain symbolizing her asceticism crossed both sides of her chest, emphasizing her enchanting outline, and the nun’s uniform, which tightly wrapped around her body because of the string tightly wrapped around her waist, seemed to reveal Eshir’s body line rather than the sublimity of the past.
I heard that some nuns press themselves in this way and seek penance in their daily lives. Perhaps the ‘Virgin’, the original owner of this nun’s dress, was like that.
However, if there is a crucial difference from the normal nun’s uniform, it is that there is a large slit on both sides of the thigh. The already curved hips looked insanely bewitching because of it.
Every time Eshir walked lightly, her nun’s uniform swept away, exposing her thighs. As she hurriedly straightened her garter belt, she felt the faint immaturity of her when they first met.
And it’s only natural that you’d be upset if you put that figure in front of you.
Tentacles sprouted from her fingers and slid through her nun’s robe and knee-highs, tightening her inner thighs, her cunt humps, her waist, her belly button, and her breasts. Eshir caught her breath. She literally looks like a nun concentrating on her penance with her whole body tied up.
But what she wants is something shallower than her religious enlightenment.
“Joshua… People over there will listen, hehe, they will listen..!”
“Master, please tie me up too! Like stitching between the horns and nipples here… !”
Yeah, you shouldn’t be too serious about it. I released the tentacle and returned my hand. Eshir sat down in her seat. She felt her lust burning like fire in her eyes.
Would like to do it anytime I would like to hypnotize Brahms and Ham over there and do my best, but now is the time to take a break.
I found clothes.
Perhaps the very existence of the country is wearing human warriors like clothes. The human clothes now worn are a kind of social armament that has reinforced this.
There was also a noisy guide.
I’m not quite sure what kind of person that Brahms man is, but I won’t harm him, at least if he doesn’t reach out to my bitches.
Now it’s time to head to Zion.
