Warcraft: When NPCs Have Player Panels

Chapter 32 Enchantment

In the early morning, Ambermere was bustling with people, and William noticed that people here chose different clothes based on their professions and occupations.

The mages, needless to say, were mostly dressed in full robes. The lumberjacks wore either white vests or linen shirts underneath, covered by light gray or yellow stiff cloth jackets. The miners generally wore uniform yellow overalls and sky-blue long-sleeved shirts; they seemed to have adopted a unified style of dress here. Others, influenced by the mages, preferred to wear sky-blue or purple short-sleeved shirts and trousers.

However, it should be noted that although the clothing of the lower classes varied in color, it was all made of linen. This is quite different from the silk fabrics worn by the monks and apprentices.

A few steps from the alley entrance, along the street, you'll find a tailor shop in the center. An arcane robot wobbles by the entrance, holding a sign that reads something like "Today's Special."

Now that I've decided to make Elena my assistant, I can't let her continue living like a human being. Providing her with suitable clothes can slowly help her regain her lost dignity.

William led Elaine to the entrance of the tailor shop. Looking up, they saw that the second-floor window was open, and they could hear the rustling of weaving and the clattering of scissors and other tools. A sign hung below the window: "Martinez's Clothing Shop."

Elaine seemed to be sleepwalking, but when she saw that William had actually come to buy her clothes, she wrapped her loose linen shirt tighter around herself and rushed into the tailor shop.

As William walked in, he heard the boss's reprimanding voice.

"I've said it many times, ma'am. We don't need workers here. And I can't hire someone who has no fixed address and doesn't even have a decent set of clothes."

Inside, a bald man in a blue shirt was frowning as he spoke to Elena, "Besides, your presence here will dampen the customers' shopping enthusiasm. If you want something to eat, come back tonight."

"Hello, sir, welcome. Is there anything I can do for you?" The boss greeted William instead of Elaine after he entered.

"I'd like to see Mr. Clothes. She's my assistant, and I'm here to have a dress made for her."

"Uh... okay." The boss glanced at Elena with slight surprise. She looked up at him with difficulty, seemingly not wanting to embarrass William.

"Is there anything you require, sir?"

William glanced at Elaine, looking at her exposed, grimy legs and her leather boots riddled with holes. "Match it like a traveler's outfit."

The boss glanced at Elena, then turned to William and said, "Your requirements are a bit too broad. I don't know if you're planning an adventure or just enjoying the scenery along the way. Are you going to rainforests and snow-capped mountains, or climbing steep cliffs? Depending on the specific requirements, the clothes you choose will be suitable for your work without any accidents."

Hearing the shopkeeper's words, he crossed his arms and stroked his chin. He had never known these things were so particular. He glanced at Elaine, who was trying to puff out her chest beside him, and then looked at the neat stacks of fabric on the counter.

Although he didn't understand, he could tell that the fabric wasn't cheap. It was clearly different from the linen clothes worn by the workers outside. If he were to choose the same clothes as them, he wouldn't have come here in the first place. After all, a good set of clothes could help his assistant regain confidence and be better able to assist him.

"..." William wasn't prepared, and the boss didn't urge him, just waited quietly. William touched the various fabrics on the table, and subconsciously thought of Elaine's identity as a woman.

What woman doesn't love beauty, especially one who is a half-elf?

"Uh...it should highlight her femininity...um...her strengths. It should also be practical for conducting surveys in the woods. And the clothes should be comfortable and durable."

After William made his request, the shop owner replied without hesitation, "That's not difficult, but she's too thin to fill out the clothes. My suggestion is that there's no need for custom-made clothes; I have ready-made garments in my shop, just a little looser will do. She also needs some innerwear; if she's working outdoors, it's best to choose a cool, absorbent fabric. I recommend wool..."

Then the boss went on and on, and William thought to himself, "It's just a set of clothes, why are there so many rules?" He turned to look at Elaine and found that his assistant seemed to really like the clothes the boss was talking about, so he could only nod.

"Sure, no problem. But I have a few additional requests."

"Yes, sir. I'm listening."

"Can these clothes be enchanted? I encountered werewolves on my way here. I can also hear gnolls' voices in the woods outside. I'm wondering if these clothes can be enchanted with shadow resistance or fire resistance, so we can protect ourselves from these dangers while traveling outside."

William's words made the boss nod in agreement.

"Sir, you have likely encountered the werewolves known as the 'Sons of Arugal,' and your concerns are valid. These werewolves, along with the gnolls roaming the woodlands, possess some form of shadow magic, as do the undead from the north. An enchanted robe requires fabric with fire and shadow resistance affinity. These requirements are quite high."

"If your budget allows, I recommend silk. Silk is derived from animals and has a better affinity with magic. Compared to linen and wool, it allows the power of enchantments to be fully realized."

"I can show you similar clothes so you can decide whether you need them or not."

After saying that, the boss turned around and left the counter, heading towards the back of the store and walking inside.

"Boss, can you afford enchanted clothes?" Elaine looked at him in surprise. "I... what kind of job do you want me to do? One that even requires magical power?"

"Don't worry, I've only heard of such magical items; I've never actually seen one." Reassuring his frightened assistant, William watched expectantly as his boss disappeared into the distance. "We'll just look; we won't buy any enchanted clothes."

These words eased the assistant's tension. After all, many people actually do this these days. Many professionals who worship shadow or necromancy will use various generous offers to lure ordinary people into becoming their living experimental subjects for new magic.

This kind of thing happens all the time.

Not long after, the boss came out carrying a small box. It was locked from the outside, so the boss took out a key from his pocket, found one of the keys, and unlocked it.

When the box was opened in front of William, a burning sensation from the flames and a stream of dense shadows rushed out, ruffling the hair on William's forehead.

"Wow! Is this the power of magic to give clothes?" William couldn't help but exclaim, having never encountered such enchanted clothing before.

Inside was a one-piece corset that reached the top of her thighs, made of finely woven silk. The purple patterns on it were exquisitely sewn, and from William's perspective, one could faintly see red and dark energy emanating from it.

"A silk cloak," the shopkeeper gestured for William to look at the garment underneath. "It imitates the black mageweave cloak, and its outstanding design has won the favor of numerous female mages. Silk is lightweight, breathable, and close-fitting, and it's also quite alluring. Plus, it's cheaper than mageweave."

"What makes this garment different is that its previous owner was a renowned battle mage in Dalaran, and he sewed it for his lover. To protect against the black dragon's dragonfire, he specially added materials that provide shadow resistance."

Then the shopkeeper shrugged and said, "Later, this garment ended up in the hands of a nobleman in Southsea Town. At that time, the Orc War broke out, and in order to resist the fire magic of the orc warlocks, he asked Lord Ronin, who was not yet an archmage at the time, to provide fire resistance magic on it."

"However, even with so many enchantments, the wearer still died in the war between Hillsbrad Foothills and the orcs. This garment was then taken out by their descendants and sold to us."

After the story was finished, the boss looked at William with a smile.

"So, this outfit actually meets your requirements quite well, sir."

William listened with fascination. He had never seen anyone fabricate a story that sounded so real just to sell clothes in their store.

This is outrageous, but also very interesting.

"So, how much does it cost?"

"Its historical and practical value justifies its price of an astonishing ten gold coins. Although it seems expensive, it's considered cheap among all the enchanted robes," the shopkeeper shrugged and smiled. "But it's worth the money, isn't it?"

Indeed, if it truly increases shadow and fire resistance, then it is worth the money.

The equipment worn by the former strangers included various resistance bonuses. When facing the same type of damage, the damage would be greatly reduced or even directly resisted. For adventurers in the wild, this undoubtedly saved them money on potions and provided them with greater protection for their lives.