At the turn of spring and summer, the nights are still a little cold.

But Viscount Dacher couldn't wait to change into the silk coat that had only been made for a long time.

He didn't ask the maid to help him put it on, but put it on himself, which was extremely rare, but if it was because of the 'silk coat', it probably wouldn't be anything.

Viscount Dycher closed his eyes and caressed the silk tunic with both hands, a smooth sensation that he couldn't help but indulge in, even making him feel smoother than the skin of the maid his second son's new recruit.

If the maid gave him the feeling of intoxication, then the feeling of this silk coat for him was 'addiction' - yes, he was addicted!

Whether it was washing or drying, he decided that this dress could only be touched by him in the future, and no one else, even his wife, because she also had one, and Viscount Decher had reason to believe that she would not let her husband, that is, him, touch her silk dress.

"Oh, thank you to the god of radiance!"

Viscount Dycher only mentioned it in passing, perhaps he really wanted to thank the God of Radiance, because the silk that made this coat was sold by an 'unknown' chamber of commerce, and the introducer of that chamber of commerce was Bishop Pelonandi of the Church of Radiance.

When the director of the Chamber of Commerce came with a letter of introduction, he still couldn't believe it, but after seeing the real thing, he couldn't help but indulge in it.

These are not silks from the 'Dark Lands', and Viscount Decher can be sure that these are not!

Equally supple, just as smooth, this silk was not tough enough, and the silk from the dark regions was able to defend against ordinary swords, which could easily be torn.

However, this little flaw did not affect Viscount Dycher's love for this cute little thing, since it was made into clothes, he couldn't put it down, and even during the meal, he would wonder if someone would steal his little cutie while he was eating?

Something was wrong with the lord and something was wrong with the lady, as observed by the people inside the castle.

In the last few days they have always found that the lord and the lady are absent-minded in whatever they do, and sometimes they are not even allowed to enter the room, but no one should discuss such a thing, so they do not dare to say it explicitly.

Viscount Dycher didn't feel anything wrong with him, he felt that it was normal for him to be like this!

Silk from dark regions is often 'priceless', and even if you have money, you may not be able to buy it, especially among the nobles of Ogordon.

Because it is difficult to improve the title, they hope that they can have more things that can improve their 'style', and 'silk' is one of them.

Although it did not have the toughness of the silk of the Dark Regions, the silk from the Sorrowful Wind Collar was cheap, and Viscount Decher only used fifty gold coins, which was equivalent to one-fifth of the price of those 'spider silk silks', to buy two silks!

In other words, twenty-five gold coins of this silk are one-tenth of the price of spider silk!

Oh my God, could there be anything more exciting than that for Viscount Dycher?

Viscount Dycher had also thought of intercepting the Chamber of Commerce's ships, but according to the principal, he had only come for a 'trial operation', so he didn't bring much silk with him, and there were more 'of this silk' in the 'Sad Wind Territory' - this was the first time Viscount Decher became interested in this territory - there were more 'such silks'.

Viscount Dycher gave up his previous thoughts, and tried to befriend the principal, for he wanted more of 'this silk'.

After carefully putting the coat on, Viscount Decher groaned, and a feeling of comfort came from all over his body, even if he was only wearing a silk blouse.

His palms were sweaty with excitement, which made Viscount Decher quickly grab his handkerchief and wipe his palms, until his palms were rubbed red, and then he was relieved and stroked the silk coat on his body.

Ah, this texture, this weight...... It was so perfect!

Fortunately, there was no one else in the room, otherwise they would definitely think that their master was crazy.

Viscount Dacher was shy, looking left and right in the mirror, and the figure that had made him distressed and even disgusted in the past now made him very satisfied.

Carefully stroking his blouse, Viscount Decher closed his eyes and indulged in it, and the fat that was hidden under the clothes seemed to become cute.

After some time, his deacon knocked on the door.

"Sir, the time has come. ”

Viscount Dycher opened his eyes, unsatisfied, and chuckled at himself in the mirror, "Oh, Lord Viscount, look at your dress—tsk, this must be the most beautiful men's dress in Piano County!"

With a relaxed smile on his lips, Viscount Dacher opened the door himself, and saw the deacon and a few maids waiting with their heads bowed to the side.

"Aya, you can raise your heads, you don't need to be so restrained. ”

Viscount Dycher pretended to flick the dust off his sleeve and asked the deacon on the side, "Aya, where is Madame?"

"Uh...... Yes, Madame is not ready to ......"

Viscount Dai Che did not feel any displeasure at the deacon's failure to answer his question in the first place, but even more frowned.

Because his eyes were fixed on his silk tunic, Viscount Dacher had a visceral sense of superiority.

"Oh, that's great. Viscount Dycher felt as if he was twenty years old again, "It's not a good thing to keep the lady waiting!, Aya, let's go, I think we should go and see how the party is going first." ”

The most beautiful men's dress needs the most beautiful women's dress to match, so that they can complement each other and make these cuties bloom more beautifully.

Viscount Dycher even thought he was crazy, and would promise his wife that she would be able to make a dress out of more silk—

However, when he saw the dress on her, these thoughts of Viscount Deccher dissipated.

On the way to the banquet hall, Viscount Ditcher met his wife, saw her thin dress, and his eyes lit up, and he hurried over.

"Oh, my darling, are you too?"

After taking two steps, Viscount Decher suddenly noticed that his lady did not seem to have any makeup on her face, which made him even more pleased.

Although the nights were still cold at the end of spring and early summer, Mrs. Decher, dressed in a thin silk dress, looked as if she had not felt the cold wind.

"Of course, my sweetheart, because I find that any kind of makeup is like 'tarnishing' this little cutie - it's just perfect!"

Although he was complaining, the smile on the corner of his mouth couldn't be hidden.

Mrs. Dycher was a beautiful woman who was still charming, and although she was in her forties, she still looked very beautiful.

But Viscount Dycher's gaze fell more on the dress, just like his lady!

"Go, my lady!"

Viscount Decher walked up to his wife, bent his arms, and raised his eyebrows with a smile on his lips, "We should go and see how the party is prepared, it will not be good if we neglect the guests." ”

Mrs. Decher took her husband's arm and smiled sweetly, "Of course, my lord, you can do whatever you say." ”

Both Viscount and Lady Decher felt a heartfelt joy, they knew it very well, they knew it very well!

Tonight, right tonight!

After tonight's gala, they will be the stars of the 'County of Piano', even the attention of all the minor nobles in the southern part of the Empire.

Because of what?

Because of these two clothes, of course!

Although not as tough as it is to defend against swords, it ......

It's 'silk'!

Viscount and Lady Decher knew very well that they could not hide 'this silk' for their own use, but they could become trendsetters - the ones who set the fashion trends in the entire aristocratic circle of the Empire!

They are self-aware, so, that's enough.

And all this—

Start tonight!