The coachman spoke sincerely and did not want to talk about it again.

He can't be arrested and tortured, it seems that he can't find anything else.

"I'm just curious. You don't have to be nervous. If you don't want to say it, just forget it." Winters said to comfort the slightly panicked coachman and stopped asking.

The coachman thanked the earthly head.

Coza walked out of the main entrance and changed into a comfortable home outfit, put on a dark green dress decorated with embroidery and lace, a lilac silk shawl, and a mixed-decorated hat.

"It's just a trip to the tailor shop, which is too exaggerated." Winters walked towards Coza in surprise: "Isn't it hot? Auntie, you don't even tie your waist, right?"

"Silly kid, the tailor shop is a woman's battlefield!" Coza glared at her nephew, happily walked onto the carriage with Winters' left arm.

She gave the coachman a reserved and polite way to the destination: "Mr. Barto, please take us to the Meva house."

The carriage was rippling on the stone street, and the wheels made regular bumps when passing through the cracks of the rocks, and the horseshoes hit the road rhythmically. The carriage of the carriage was suspended on the body of the carriage with a belt, so it was not bumpy.

Coza lifted up the curtains and admired the street view, and seemed to be in a good mood.

But Winters was full of worries. All he thought about was the coachman who seemed to have joined a secret group and the brotherhood he mentioned.

Coza gently hit Winters' hand with a small folding fan: "What are you thinking? So trance?"

"I didn't think of anything." Winters came to his senses and replied with a smile. He told his aunt about his concerns in the carriage, and he had to tell his uncle about this. So he changed the subject and asked, "By the way, why didn't I see Ella? Isn't she at home?"

Whenever Elizabeth was mentioned, Cosa would have a headache. She gently held her forehead and said helplessly: "She went to Lady Angusora's studio. Oh... your sister is so worried about me. She is already sixteen years old, but her words and deeds are still like a crazy girl, without any ladylike manners."

"Isn't it good to learn painting?" Winters admires those who are good at painting. Although he does not believe in religion, he always lingers in front of the exquisite murals of the church.

Koza's mood became a little depressed: "Where is she learning painting? She just finds a name to play with her little girl companions. When your mother and I were as old as her, we had to book accounts for your grandfather every day, but how could she be like now? The girl doesn't know how to read the accounts, and we don't have the ability to manage the house at all."

Winters felt that his aunt was a bit too belittled by her sister. Elizabeth was rare to make him admit that he was smarter than him. He had to speak for his sister: "If you teach her to check the accounts, she would definitely learn well. I am convinced of her mental arithmetic skills."

"I have taught it, of course I have taught it." Cosa's tone became heavier: "But your sister has no habit at all. She taught her to read the account books and started complaining in less than two days. No matter what it is, she lost interest after just learning a little bit of fur. How can she get married? How can she marry her? Isn't she going to be cheated sooner or later?"

Cosa was silent for a while, and suddenly asked Winters hopefully: "Are there any better boys among your classmates in the military academy?"

Winters thought about his own time, and suddenly felt a chill and his whole body shivered. Since Lu Youth, he has been together for nearly ten years in the military academy, and the military academy has seen the most vulgar side of each other during the same time.

So, whether emotionally or rationally, he could not accept that any one of them would marry his sister at the same time. If he dared to marry his sister at the same time, Winters would have to stab him to death with one sword, no matter who it was.

So he replied firmly: "Absolutely not. None of my time deserves Ella. You must not find a husband for Ella from among them, don't even think about it."

"Is that true?" Coza sighed disappointed. She suddenly looked at Winters' eyes and reached out to hold Winters' right hand: "Don't talk about your sister, talk about you."

Coza's attitude suddenly became very formal, which made Winters a little strange. He sat upright and listened seriously.

Kosai said very seriously: "I told you about this incident six years ago when you went to the Union Province. I will talk about it again this time when you come back. After your grandfather passed away, his property was divided into two parts, as your mother and my dowry. My part was brought to the Serbiati family, and your mother's one was kept by me as the guardian because you were not yet aged. Next year, when you officially become an adult, I will hand over your mother's dowry to you and end my thoughts."

Winters originally thought that his aunt was going to say something big, but unexpectedly it was about the inheritance. Winters was the lasting son. His father was killed twenty years ago as the rank of lieutenant, and his mother also died early.

Although Cossa has always strictly prohibited anyone and his nephew from mentioning the details of his sister's death, only saying it was caused by illness. However, Winters was careful and got the real answer after several indirect attacks: his mother, Cossa's sister, died of postpartum emergency.

But he didn't actually touched much about this. In his opinion, his aunt was his mother, and his uncle treated him like his biological son.

Compared to his biological parents whom he had never met, he cared more about raising his closest family members. Since his aunt didn't want him to know the truth, he always pretended not to know.

"Auntie, I have said several times. You can just deal with this money. You can put it into the account book at home or use it to make a dowry for Ella. I have no objection." Winters was very opposed to Coza's attitude of resolutely not using a piece of his own property.

Coza may be worried about outsiders' rumors, but in Winters' view, raising a baby who was born into a child will not be able to exchange for the amount of gold you spend.

"Silly boy, you still have to start a family and start a business, and there are many places to spend money. I changed your mother's dowry to the real estate in the port area, and it has increased a lot of value over the past twenty years." Cosa said as she said that her eyes were moist again, and she kindly helped Winters clean her hair: "My eldest nephew is already a big boy. Elizabeth [referring to Winters' mother, with the same name as Winters' cousin] will definitely be very happy to see you grow up in the Kingdom of God. In the future, I can kiss her face proudly."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! During the conversation, the carriage stopped, and the coachman whispered: "Madam, Meiwa's family has arrived."

Coza wiped his tears and restored his mistress's tone: "I'm sorry, Mr. Barto."

Winters left the carriage first, and then helped Cosci out of the carriage.

The carriage was parked in a unique storefront, which occupied about five meters in a row of stone houses.

The store door was painted black, and it was as if you could smell the scent of paint that had not yet been dried. A pair of scissors and a set of needles and thread were painted with golden paint on the door, and the pattern was written in the shape of a floral character, "Meiwa Brothers' House" was written in a phoenix.

The most eye-catching design is not the store door, but the wall.

There are not brick walls on both sides of the store door, but small pieces of transparent flat glass fixed with wooden frames. A wooden mannequin is displayed on the back of the glass with a set of elegant finished clothing. Gorgeous women's clothing is the main one, and elegant men's clothing is the auxiliary one.

This small piece of transparent flat glass is not cheap. Most citizens only buy a few pieces to make windows at most, and most people use wooden blinds. Using this fragile material as the wall, the designer is a big deal and has amazing imagination.

It is also luxurious to draw signatures with golden pigments, and it is not gold foil but gold powder. Pigments are expensive consumables, and gold pigments are even more so. Although Winters has never learned to draw, he also knows that unless he uses gold powder, he cannot make gold.

The style of the Meva Brothers tailor shop made Winters dumbfounded. He couldn't help but want to ask the store owner: Aren't you afraid that a thief will come to tear your store away at night?

“Isn’t it very good?”

"But in the end, all these glass and pigments will cost customers?"

"Let's go." Coza grabbed Winters' left arm and dragged Winters into the store.

The bells on the door frame were ringing, and several dressed ladies and young ladies were choosing clothes in the store. Compared with them, Winters no longer felt that his aunt's clothes were exaggerated. This place was not a tailor shop, it was clearly a competition venue.

A handsome young man with a tailor looked up quickly. The man was wearing a rare simple work suit in this sea of ​​flowers that were competing for beauty.

He walked up to Coza with a warm smile and took off his hat and saluted, saying in a slightly reproachful tone: "Madam Serbiati, you haven't visited the shop for too long. If I can't see you, my inspiration will be exhausted."

If an ordinary person said this, it would definitely make people feel hypocritical and disgusting. But the handsome young man's expression, body shape and tone were appropriately grasped, and even if he knew that he was polite, he would not feel disgusted.

But Koza was unmoved and asked with a smile: "Then you have a lot of inspiration. Have you said this to several wives?" She already had a very high resistance to flattery at such a level.

"But you are the most beautiful one among them." The tailor, who was unknown to me, began to attack on the wings when he did not impress Mrs. Serbiati, turned to praise the young man beside her: "Who is this handsome guy? He is simply born with a clothes rack."

Winters blushed when he heard this, but the young tailor could speak in a sincere tone without changing his face, which shows how difficult life is.

But the effect was also excellent, and Cosai smiled: "This is my nephew. He just graduated from the United Provincial Military Academy and is now working at the Army Headquarters."

The young tailor gave another lot of clever compliments, which made Coza feel excited. When Winters saw several ladies in the store secretly glance at him, he felt even more shy and quickly said, "Aren't we here to make clothes?"

"Okay, measure the size first." The young tailor led Winters to a clean small room behind the store and began to measure Winters' size.

Winters has always been keen on observation. Most of the shops are female customers, and it should be measured by another female tailor. However, there is only one male tailor in front of the shop, and only a few child laborers are left, which seem to be apprentices.

Winters heard the subtle sound of cutting cloth in the shop. He thought to himself: Maybe the Mewa brothers in the family are actually Mewa brothers and sisters.

"What kind of clothes do you want to make?" The male tailor grabbed the key point and did not ask Winters at all, but asked Cosci.

"Two sets of regular clothes, one set of dress." Coza thought for a while and said, "Another set of lieutenant uniforms."

When in a military academy, the uniforms of the students were tailor-made by the school. However, after leaving the military academy, the officers had to pay for the uniforms themselves.

The officer class of the Alliance Army was inevitably influenced by the old aristocratic class. Just like the nobles who brought their own equipment and attendants in the old era, the officers of the new era also had to bring their own uniforms, horses, swords, etc.

These unwritten regulations form an invisible threshold. Bard said that if he didn't go overseas, he could not even afford to be a military uniform, which is not a false statement.

"I can't wear the military uniform of the lieutenant." Winters hurriedly reminded his aunt.

But Koza disagreed: "Will you be able to wear it next year? Do it in advance and save it again in the future."

Winters knew that he had no say in life, so he no longer objected.

Coza sat next to him and read a folio, which seemed to be the design album of the Meva brothers. The male tailor was busy with Winters.

But Winters remembered the case at the dock, and thought to himself and asked casually: "Do you make a cloak here?"

"Cloak? Do you want to make a cloak? If you need it, we can do it for you." The male tailor said while measuring Winters' waist.

"Since that's what it means, Brother Meva doesn't seem to be a cloak?"

The male tailor smiled and replied: "The shop usually makes more exquisite clothes, and I have never made a cloak."

"How many tailors are there in Hailan City?"

"Not many, less than one hundred people." The male tailor added: "Many families don't come to the tailor shop to find us to make clothes. Most of them buy the materials back and make them themselves."

Hearing this, Winters understood that the idea of ​​trying to find the man in black from the tailor was not realistic. The cloaks of those assassins were not necessarily customized with external tailors, and they could also be sewn out with a maid who knew how to sew.

But even with a hint of clue, Winters was unwilling to give up. He politely asked the male tailor: "Can you ask me if there is a tailor in Hailan City that has recently received a job with a custom black cloak?"

"No problem." The male tailor asked politely: "Who are you looking for?"

Winters replied with a faint smile: "I want to find a few friends wearing black cloaks."

"If you want to find clothes, it's better to find clothes." The male tailor wrote the size on a small notebook and said casually.

"Find clothes?"

"There are more than 40 sewing suppliers in Hailan City, and the materials of each one are nuanced. If you bring the materials, I can roughly see which materials it is. Then ask who the cloth merchant supplies it. It will be much easier to continue searching."

This is indeed a good idea, but unfortunately Winters did not have the fabric of the assassin in his hands. He thought about the situation at that time, but couldn't tell what was going on.

"What material is it? Hemp, cotton, wool, silk?" asked the male tailor.

Winters tried hard to recall the feeling of the cloak when he was fighting with the man in black: "I don't know, I just know it should be a good material, the cloth surface is very dense, but not as smooth as silk."

"That should be wool or cotton." The male tailor made a judgment: "I'll ask for you, but there are many cloth merchants selling cotton-wool fabrics in the city, so don't count on me too much."

“Hard work.”

After measuring the size, the rest is to pick the fabric. In this process, Winters completely turned into a puppet. Under Coza's command, the male tailor brought one kind of fabric after another for Coza to choose, and asked Winters to stand on the small table again and again, draped the fabric on Winters to see the actual effect. After selecting the fabric, he started to choose the style again.

Winters originally thought that he would just go to the tailor shop to measure the size and it would be over soon.

But when the exhausted Winters and the happy Cosci returned home, it was almost dark.
Chapter completed!