This Game Is Too Realistic

Gray Squirrel Clothing Store.

There were two burning sticks stuck in the fireplace, and Seal, who was wrapped in an old leather jacket, was dozing off with his leather shoes propped up on the moldy wooden table.

From the end of September the previous year, he had no business for almost four months.

Yet, he was not worried about going bankrupt.

It was the same in previous years.

In winter, only rats would visit his shop. But it didn’t matter, as long as the winter was over, the streets outside would be crowded with people, and business would soon improve.

Even a marauder who had degenerated into a primitive man would find a pair of pants to wear.

His shop was right in front of the market, closest to the main entrance of Boulder Town.

Wasteland visitors who came and went would see his shop’s signboard at a glance as long as they came to the market.

Those clothes that cost 2 or 3 chips a piece were the most popular, even workers in the factory nearby could afford them. Some wastelanders who were not well off would also consider them.

However, the source of most of the clothes in his ship was not very clean. Many of them were taken off from the dead, and some even had stitched bullet holes and cut marks visible on them. The cheap ones probably weren’t even mended at all.

Caravan guards or mercenaries from other places were usually much more generous. The leather jackets and jeans hanging on the shelves were prepared just for them. Some of them came from garment factories in industrial areas, and some came from tailor shops.

After all, for these people who traveled around the wasteland, no one could say for sure whether they would come back the following year. No one would carry those plastic pieces in their pockets.

Before leaving, they would exchange chips for cigarettes, wine, bullets, even gold, and silver or Dinar of the Army.

In addition, clothes were also a good choice.

As for now?

Winter had just ended, and the streets were full of poor people looking for work. For him who opened the shop to do business, it was naturally time to take a good rest.

Just when Seal was having a wonderful dream, the cold wind suddenly swept through the crack of the door, waking him up with a jolt. "Welcome… Are you here to buy clothes?"

Seal squinted his sleepy eyes and carefully looked at the five men who came in from outside.

The one at the front was not very old, sixteen or seventeen years old at most. But he had probably been on the battlefield. He had a gunshot wound on his arm, and his childish face displayed an uncharacteristic sense of maturity.

Actually, it wasn’t surprising. After all, who hasn’t seen a gun in the city?

The 4 people behind him didn’t seem ordinary. They all had an aura unique to ability users.

It was just that they all looked left and right, having extremely curious expressions on their faces, somewhat destroying his impression of ability users.

Seeing that the fire in the fireplace was extinguished, Night Ten couldn’t help saying. "Boss, it’s time to add firewood."

Seal was stunned for a moment, unable to understand the language that came from Night Ten’s mouth. "What are you saying?"

The man walking in front said immediately. "He said your fire was out."

"You don’t need to remind me, I know... Does firewood not cost money? And this is not outside the city." Seal muttered annoyingly. He sat upright from his chair, stared at the person in front of him who he could communicate with, and said, "You are mercenaries, right? What are you looking for? Cotton clothes? Leather jackets? Or... Do you want to buy a batch of cheap goods?"

Xu Shun didn’t explain, but looked at the men behind him who rolled up their sleeves and stared at the subtitles on their VMs.

Seal’s eyes narrowed slightly, and he quickly recognized what those people were wearing.

He wasn’t paying much attention earlier on, so he didn’t realize that these people were blue coats.

He was slightly surprised at the discovery.

How bizarre. Those blue-clothed gophers not only awakened, but actually put on the clothes of wastelanders?

Don’t their coats grow on their bodies?

"We’re not buying anything. We want to sell. I heard you buy clothes here?" Ample Time said a long string of words in the language of the Federation of People interspersed with his native tongue.

Naturally, Seal didn’t understand what he was saying.

But Xu Shun, who often dealt with players, understood. Combining with the translation projected on the VM, he immediately straightened out Ample Time’s words and repeated them again.

After hearing this sentence, Seal immediately frowned. "Sell? Why do you want to come here to sell? Isn’t there a store next door that collects old clothes?"

Seeing that these people were not customers, Seal’s expression turned cold instantly, and he became impatient at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Dead people’s clothes were sold by weight, and he didn’t have a scale.

"The price given there is too low. We all agree that this is an insult to the artwork!" Xu Shun skillfully relayed Ample Time’s words, and this time even imitated the displeased tone.

Seal sneered, thinking to himself how a group of country bumpkins from outside could possibly understand what art was.

He wanted to ridicule them and send them out, but he suddenly thought of the VMs that those people were carrying, so he suppressed this idea again.

BBlue coats.

They are blue coats.

Seal’s eyes swiveled around.

Everyone outside of Boulder Town was known to be country pumpkins.

But that didn’t include the tycoons from Among Clouds, or the blue coats in those shelters.

Although the latter was a bit silly, any civilized person would admit that they were a group of lucky ones who had the luck of the heavens.

Stretching out his wrinkled hands, Seal opened the drawer, took out the brass-colored glasses from inside, and put them on the bridge of his nose. "Let me take a look."

Xu Shun looked at Ample Time, who took his eyes away from the intermittent subtitles and immediately handed the bag in his hand to the most reliable NPC.

Xu Shun walked to the counter and put the bag on the table. "You can take a look and tell us how much money you can pay."

After unpacking the bag, Seal reached out his hand to touch it, and a look of interest suddenly appeared in his eyes. "Devil’s Silk?!"

As it turned out, the batch of goods sold in the market a few days ago were sold by them!

He had heard that the ten rolls of cloth were quickly bought up by a group of quick-witted people as soon as they appeared at the trading post.

In the end, he didn’t know who got the cloth. Anyway, many tailors were asking where the delicate cloth came from.

But soon, the excitement in his eyes dimmed. "It’s already made into clothes? Are these all you have? Don’t you have that bundle of fabric?"

Xu Shun stated slowly, "That’s all."

"What a pity." With a regretful expression on his face, Seal sighed, "It’s really a waste of a treasure."

Xu Shun frowned. "Is it a bad thing to have ready-made clothes?"

"No matter how good the fabric is, it must be used in the right place," Seal shook his head, "Yes, Devil’s Silk is very rare and very sturdy. Whether it is used to make luxurious clothes, or used to make ropes or protective gear, it’s a great material. But..."

Saying that, Seal reached out and pulled out a piece of clothing from the bag, and shook it in front of Xu Shun with a speechless expression. "Can you explain to me what this is?"

The white dress had a smooth silky texture, and the hem of the dress and the cuffs had meticulously made patterns, giving off an indescribable sense of dignity.

However, the problem was that this dress only had the front. Its back seemed to be made in a perfunctory manner as there were only a few ribbons on the back.

The dress’s hemline was long enough, but what was the point of that?

Xu Shun froze for a moment, but before he could speak, the players watching the subtitles behind him started shouting angrily.

"Damn it! Another ignorant bumpkin doesn’t know what artwork is!"

"Exactly! Such a beautiful gown!"

"Sigh, even in my dreams, I want to see Yaya wear it once..."

"Don’t even think about it, even Tail wouldn’t wear it."

A gown?!

Xu Shun bit the bullet and answered. "This is a gown..."

"There’s nothing to cover the back! It’s just a few strings. What’s the difference between this and not wearing it?" Seal sneered and said, "The nobles in the inner city don’t like this kind of revealing clothes, it will embarrass them at parties!"

Xu Shun’s expression was a little awkward.

Frankly speaking, he also felt that the clothes were a bit revealing.

With only the front piece, could it really cover the upper body completely?

Not questioning the taste of these shelter residents, he just thought it would be perfect if the long part of the dress could be cut off and added on the back...

"Maybe it’s the cultural difference," Ample Time stroked his chin, frowned, and thought for a moment, "I feel that the people in the outer city are more open-minded, but maybe the people in the inner city are more conservative."

Gale made a guess. "Maybe the people in the inner city want to show the difference from the outer city?"

Ample Time nodded slowly. "Maybe."

Night Ten sighed, "Sigh, Teng Teng got off to a bad start."

Old White finally added, "Speaking of which, this dress… It has never been sold even in the outpost, right?"

He’d never seen a person wearing it in the outpost.

Gale thought for a while, nodded, and replied, "Indeed, I remember that this dress has been hanging in Teng Teng’s hut for a while."

This game didn’t allow for alt accounts, and players couldn’t change their gender. Moreover, everyone knew each other online, so they were unexpectedly reserved in this game.