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Chapter 276 Madam
Chapter 276 Madam
"I know nothing about clothing design, but I demand that you use the best fabrics and the finest craftsmanship to make this medieval gown."
"Money and time are not an issue, but I hope you will take all the details seriously and not be perfunctory in any way."
"If you need any rare gems or the like, just tell me, and I'll provide everything you need—"
Connors used the Mystery House to completely envelop the best medieval clothing design shop within a thousand miles and talked endlessly to the designers there.
He was interrupted before he could finish speaking by the fashion designer named Chris:
"I'm sorry, sir. I can tell you're a complete novice when it comes to fashion design. You can rest assured that you'll be entrusting the design task to me."
"If you are not satisfied with the finished product in any way, our store can redesign and remake it for you an unlimited number of times, instead of making alterations to the original garment."
"The only problem is that our prices are quite high..."
Chris was a little unsure about the young man's background after hearing Connors's nouveau riche tone.
Connors pretended to pat his pockets, intending to conjure up gold out of thin air, just like he did when he solved Spider-Gwen's financial predicament in the zombie universe.
But this is Earth Zero.
So he took his hand out of his pocket and extended it to Chris, palm up:
"Can I borrow your phone?"
Taking the phone, Connors dialed "Batman's" number:
"Bruce, lend me some money."
The fashion designer named Chris looked at Connors with a strange expression.
"You probably don't even have a bank card on you, right?"
On the other end of the phone, Bruce Wayne, the "Batman" from Earth Zero, sounded somewhat helpless.
Connors: "...Uh."
"Wait a few minutes and tell me where you are," Bruce said.
Connors told Batman his location.
"Is this a call you made to that playboy in Gotham?"
Chris asked, half believing and half doubting.
He hadn't made a conscious effort to avoid Connors when he made the call, and he had overheard the entire conversation.
"Um."
Then came five minutes of silence, during which Connors temporarily reclaimed the Mystery House.
Five minutes later, the roar of fighter jets came from outside, and a bank card locked in a safe was dropped down.
Bruce Wayne, the "Batman," didn't reveal the password. Connors was just about to lift the handle to open the safe when he quickly realized what the password was. During the "Lord of Justice" incident, "Lord Batman" had used the password "91939." Connors entered the string of numbers into the safe and it opened.
He handed the bank card to Chris, who swiped it and stared at the numbers on the card, momentarily stunned.
"One, Ten, Hundred, Thousand, Ten Thousand—"
Chris had seen wealthy people before, but this was the first time he had encountered someone so straightforward and ruthless, with a bank account balance that rivaled even the account number.
Now, without Connors needing to say anything more, Chris adopted an even more enthusiastic attitude, almost treating Connors like God.
The mysterious house once again enveloped the place, making this clothing design shop lose all sense of time.
Less than a second had passed in the outside world by the time Connors left.
This time, he didn't beat around the bush and used "teleportation" to go straight to Lady Shangdu's psychic hut.
It was still on the streets of that nameless little town, inside a private room of a Chinese teahouse.
This time, he didn't need to activate the mechanism himself; the people here had already opened the door to the private room and gestured for him to enter.
"Lady Shangdu is already waiting for you."
When Connors stepped into the psychic hut, Lady Shangdu was still wearing the same light blue dress she had worn when they last met, and she was smiling at him.
Lady Shangdu wasn't just smiling; with a gentle wave of her slender hand, the psychic hut was instantly shut down.
Now that it's just her and Connors here, no third person will dare to break in.
In front of Connors, Lady Shangdu gracefully turned around and gently removed the shoulder straps of her dress with her hands slightly raised.
"Having too much predictive ability isn't a good thing either; it makes it impossible to even give you a surprise."
Connors smiled helplessly and took out the medieval gown that he had specially commissioned at a high price from the House of Mystery.
He had noticed during his last visit to Madame de Sultan that the "Prophet's" gaze lingered on the "Morgan Lefebvre" card several times.
Clearly, as a woman, Lady Shangdu was quite fond of these gorgeous medieval gowns.
Connors noticed this, which is why she specially ordered a long dress.
"No, actually, the surprise has been there ever since you found a fashion designer specifically for me."
Lady Shangdu explained with a smile:
"And beyond the surprise, I also feel a sense of anticipation, eagerly awaiting your arrival."
Connors didn't mind and helped Lady Sultan put on the long dress, which was even more elegant than Morgan le Fay's.
It's not just the long dress, but also the headdress, lining, and other details.
Connors couldn't help with these things, so he could only wait for Lady Shangdu to turn around and start dressing up little by little in front of the mirror.
When Lady Shangdu finally finished dressing and turned around, even a man like Connors, who had seen countless people, felt a glimpse of her beauty.
A deep red long dress made of silk and velvet, with a wide but not heavy skirt, embroidered with golden vine patterns.
The psychic hut was lit by candlelight, but in the candlelight, Lady Shangdu seemed to radiate light. Her fair skin and deep red medieval dress complemented each other, making her look like a treasure that had been buried at the bottom of the sea for centuries and had finally seen the light of day.
Her face was dignified and elegant, her skin as white as ivory, and her cheeks flushed with a faint blush, like peach blossoms in spring. The mysterious aura that Lady Shangdu once possessed was now deeply concealed by elegance, but there was just the right amount of restraint, making her seem like a fairy who had stepped out of a dream.
As this fairy gracefully approached Connors, if Morgan le Fay was an elegant white swan, then Madame de Santiago was an elegant kitten.
"Human limits" and "photosynthesis" endowed Connors with unparalleled willpower, and he did not feel dizzy when facing Lady Uchiha.
However, when he saw Lady Shangdu dressed in luxurious but not overly flamboyant attire, he couldn't help but feel a surge of desire.
Reason led Connors to make a final struggle:
"Lady Shangdu, this will get your clothes dirty—"
"It's okay."
Lady Shangdu always wore a gentle smile and actively guided Connors through her actions.
Inside the psychic hut, candlelight flickered, casting indistinct shadows on the walls.
Using "telepathy" to block out the psychic hut, Connors reached out and touched Lady Shangdu's face.