Investigation (2)
"How?", Drake thought with surprise.
His attire was not much different compared to what travellers would wear. His armour was covered in a dark and large cape, and his uncommon strength and agility could not be easily detected, at least not by a normal human. Even if Moundir was a beginner acolyte, he was just a wandering acolyte with seemingly little backing.
His etiquette was quite refined, as he followed the Dalian's customs despite having Southern Blood. He was not from this kingdom by birth. Otherwise, he would not wear so many layers of clothes to resist the cold. Those who grew up in the Moonfall territory would naturally grow some resistance to cold. Rather than resistance, it might be more accurate to talk about tolerance.
'I don't understand, though...', Drake thought as his mind was in frenzy, 'There are few benefits as to go in a Magus Family's territory without declaring oneself as a wandering acolyte. It is a heavy crime, some households even killing those unofficial wandering acolytes'
Since Moundir was a suspect, Drake didn't reveal anything on his face. It was apathetic.
"Many recommended your shop, Moundir Yale", Drake said in a voice befitting his status. Ever since he came into this world, he was taught etiquette. Better still, he was not just any 'noble', but a member of a Magus family, which held much more weight compared to knight families, "I would like to purchase a noble attire for myself, as well as two dresses for my cousins Laylah and Catherine Moonfall. You must have heard of their beauties, and I am afraid that only someone with your skills can match their gorgeousness in clothing"
Moundir was surprised. Not every fifteen-years-old youth could talk like that. Even though etiquette was taught to all noble descendants, it was impressive to radiate so much elegance in a trivial discussion.
Bowing, Moundir replied: "I am not worthy of such praises. Please follow me and tell me if any clothing suit your tastes"
Drake followed suit.
Scanning the clothing, he could tell that each one of them was perfect. The style and fashion were top notch. Of course, Drake didn't know much about clothing, but he had scanned most books in the Ivory Tower. His biochip recognized the value of such masterpieces.
[Eastern Silk Noble Shirt - Quality: Very High
A shirt that has been made in three days by a Master Tailor, using refined materials]
[Southern Cloak - Quality: High
A cloak capable of fending off the rain while retaining elegance and class, made in ten days by a Master Tailor, using refined materials from various beasts]
Each piece of cloth also cost a fortune, some even costing more than thirty gold coins. Such wealth was enough to purchase a regular house, making it quite expensive. After all, this shop was exclusive to the wealthiest merchants and nobles.
The more Drake interacted with Moundir, the more he felt that there was something fishy. It was not difficult to connect the dots.
'Moundir and the Mayor are working together. And both of them are trying to frame someone for the crimes Moundir committed. Anyway, it was strange for the Mayor, who possess so many strong knights and who supposedly knew the identity of the culprit, to feel helpless when searching for a beginner acolyte. Moundir and the mayor thus made a deal. The mayor would prove Moundir's innocence before the crimes underwent a special investigation from the Moonfall family, and in exchange, Moundir would raise the vitality of the Mayor and his trusted knights', Drake analysed.
Such analysis would have been impossible, if it weren't for his biochip, that is.
The power of scanning people's attributes. This power itself was enough to make it more valuable than a high-grade artefact. At least, it was in the hands of someone who could use the information wisely.