Darkstone Code-Chapter 714 - 0712 New fashion [This - is sponsored by the silver alliance: Mr_Crow - extra update 4/5]

Chapter 714: 0712 New fashion [This Chapter is sponsored by the silver alliance: Mr_Crow - extra update 4/5]

"Do you believe in the everlasting friendship between Gafura and the Federation?"

If this question were posed in street interviews, over seventy percent of Federation people would tell you it’s impossible.

People have not forgotten the sea battle known as the "Battle of the Federation’s Rise," nor have they forgotten the almost complete destruction of Gafura’s invincible fleet under the attack of the Federation Fleet.

If such hatred can still be called friendship, then there should be no hatred in this world.

On the contrary, people are more willing to believe what some media say, that Gafura and the Federation are bound to have a battle in the future, which will determine this world’s pattern.

The thrill of participating personally in this historical process makes many Federation citizens very excited. At this moment, they all become staunch advocates for war, never having hoped for the outbreak of war as much.

Since the current peace is merely a sham, a war will inevitably break out in the future, then there should be a hidden confrontation between Gafura and the Federation.

Yet, under this subtle adversarial relationship, some Gafura products or services have quickly become popular in the Federation, even becoming a phenomenon.

For example, some new clothing accessory brands have almost become the most trending topic right now.

"Many of their shops say they’ve served Emperor Gafura for many years, and they never sell ready-made clothes, only accept custom orders."

"I’ve heard that some of their orders have already been scheduled until the end of this year, can you comprehend how exaggerated that is?"

"They sell things months in advance, those people don’t even consider the fashion elements of the second half of the year anymore!"

Whenever fashion and anything related to fashion are mentioned, Vera’s words noticeably increase, which is also the most common phenomenon among Federation women. They often don’t need to shoulder heavy work to do things they like, life’s pressures are mostly on men.

They have ample time to read magazines and learn about the trending items currently on the market.

It’s not just the Middle Class doing this; the lower society is as well. Those trendy fashion magazines each year are not popular in high society; they target the lower populace.

"What do you think attracts them?", Lynch poured Vera some more wine, the wine flowers and aroma stirred as the red wine fell into the cup were somewhat intoxicating.

Because Vera was married and a bit older than Lynch, sometimes when they were alone together, it wasn’t so easy for her to let go.

She’s not like Penny, that young girl, the new-era girl, bold, daring to do anything, playing wildly sometimes even surpassing Lynch.

Vera, in her thirties, during the most crucial period of personality building and completing her worldview, the Federation still didn’t have various feminist movements and organizations; she remained the traditional type of woman.

Conservative, introverted, somewhat bashful; if the other half doesn’t force it, they’re more likely to hope to complete essential life behavior in the way of a Priest.

Therefore, at this time, adding a bit of alcohol was a great adjustment; under the influence of alcohol, people release some worldly shackles and become their true selves.

Behind the wine glass, Vera’s complexion was flushed like red wine, and she now and then cupped her hot cheek, "Imperial Family, this word is very alluring!"

She hit the core of Lynch’s question—Imperial Family!

Lynch gave high recognition, "You’re right; the Imperial Family."

"Federation people are actually insecure, no matter how we embellish our past; our history is so short even though we’re incredibly strong today, in some aspects, we’ll never surpass others."

"History, unique culture, societal thoughts!"

He held the wine glass and shook it gently, the bright red wine stained the glass walls in circles and then slowly fell, "Therefore, people will subconsciously want to ’dress up’ themselves in some way."

The Federation’s capitalists don’t admit their admiration for Gafura’s aristocracy; they are self-deceiving. From the special status of the Akiner Clan in the Federation, it is evident that Federation upper society really eats up the "aristocracy thing."

Aristocrats, no matter how impoverished, are still aristocrats; even the wealthiest commoners are still commoners; this gap isn’t something that can be crossed just by having money or power.

They might not orally admit it, but in their hearts, they envy greatly.

Just like now, as soon as brands that specifically serve aristocrats and the Imperial Family appear in the Federation, they’re crazily adored, and they want to use money to bridge this gap.

But they don’t realize they can’t bridge it.

Vera felt somewhat emotional, Lynch understands so much, giving her a strange feeling, as if he knows everything and nothing can stump him.

This is a kind of worshipful emotion at play, magnified under the influence of alcohol, reflecting deep into the heart.

"You know so much!", she said complimentarily with a smile, "I’m not flattering, I’m sincere."

With some alcohol, the conversation flowed more naturally, and the two drank a bit more together.

As Lynch set down the wine glass, he suddenly said, "Let’s go get you some clothes later, don’t rush to refuse."

"Since this thing is starting to trend in the Federation’s high society, it means that at least until the end of this year, it will become a new standard."

"You’re setting the standard for others, you represent me. You wouldn’t want to embarrass us just because others have it and you don’t, would you?"

Lynch’s persuasive methods were very effective. Vera hesitated for a moment but then didn’t refuse.

It seems she hadn’t turned him down in a long time while being with Lynch.

A little later, they arrived at the busiest district in Bupen, where several Gafura-branded stores clustered together in the most crowded section of the street.

Clearly "weaker" shops, but by clustering together, they suddenly seemed somewhat "stronger".

The two of them entered a clothing store labeled "Serving the Imperial Family for three hundred years", and Lynch couldn’t help but tease, "Look, they’ve been serving the Imperial Family longer than the Federation has existed..."

Two young men passing by on the roadside frowned but ultimately did nothing.

Upon entering the store, someone blocked their way, "Sorry, sir and madam, we only serve members here..."

"You don’t recognize me?" Lynch interrupted him, "I’ll give you another chance to think it over."

The greeter was stunned for a moment, then took a closer look at Lynch with a somewhat surprised expression, and stepped aside, "I apologize, Baron, I must apologize for my earlier rudeness!" he said, bowing.

Lynch raised his hand slightly, "Can I go in now?"

The greeter had already moved aside and was still bowing, "Of course, sir."

Vera, arm in arm with Lynch, walked into the store somewhat perplexed. She also saw the greeter pull a red velvet rope across the door to prevent others from entering.

As soon as they entered the lobby of the clothing store, one man and two women dressed in traditional Gafura butler and servant attire approached, with the male butler even wearing a wig.

One has to say, people from the Federation are suckers for this kind of thing.

The butler, clearly more discerning than the greeter at the door, greeted them with a humble smile and a Gafura-accented common language, and led them to the parlor to sit down.

They were the only two in the entire store, and shortly after they sat down, various teas and pastries were brought out, even the store’s tailor came out proactively.

"It’s an honor to serve you and this lady, Baron..." said the glasses-wearing, sixty-year-old tailor, bowing, which surprised Vera even more.

She whispered in Lynch’s ear, "Did they mistake you for someone else?"

"Or is there something I don’t know about?"

Lynch being ennobled as a baron wasn’t widely publicized within the Federation. Undoubtedly, this was Emperor Gafura’s way of provoking Lynch and the Federation President.

Your diplomatic personnel have been ennobled as imperial nobles, who is more ashamed?

Without a doubt, for the shameless, it doesn’t matter, but for the Federation, this is definitely not something to boast about.

So it was handled with low-key restraint domestically, barely covered by the news, and the lower-class society was completely unaware of this, while those in high society who were qualified to know didn’t bother promoting it.

Lynch smiled, keeping an air of mystery is the best spice for relationships. He looked at the tailor and said, "I’d like to make a set of summer clothing, fall clothing, and winter clothing for the lady beside me."

"Of course!" The tailor invited Vera to stand up, measured some personal data, and created a file, then came over with a few notebooks.

"These are the most popular styles in Gafura this year, feel free to choose at leisure..." The tailor stepped aside after speaking, which made Vera a bit uncomfortable.

Having lived in a country where freedom and equality were as sweet as strawberries for so long, experiencing the effects of class distinctions all of a sudden was unsettling for her.

At the same time, the many catalogs before her were a bit overwhelming, "We’re only choosing three sets?"

Lynch whispered in her ear, "Each set has many pieces: work attire, casual wear, evening dress..."

The breath from his words tickled Vera’s ear, stirring the fine hairs, making her shrink her neck, "It’s ticklish..."

Choosing styles was a bit of a lengthy process, especially when the chooser had their own perspective.

It wasn’t until after ten o’clock that the two of them returned to the villa.

Their arrival stirred the young boy who had been waiting for Vera’s return; dressed in pajamas, he stood expectantly on the second floor, and when the lights came on, there was Lynch as well as Vera.

He paused for a moment, then suddenly yawned, "I just got up to go to the bathroom. Goodnight, Mom, goodnight, Mr. Lynch..."