"How much is it?" Alex heard the salesgirl say this silk scarf was very expensive; his heart beat thump-thump. He asked cautiously, his hand unconsciously clutching the hem of his old shirt tightly.
"35 pounds."
Alex sighed in relief; it was a bit cheaper than he imagined, but this price was indeed not affordable, equal to a whole week of his hard-earned salary before.
If it were before, when he was still carrying corpses at the graveyard, he absolutely could not have any thoughts about such a luxury silk scarf; he wouldn't even dare to think about it. That was a luxury item belonging to another world, the world of people who didn't have to worry about food and clothing.
But now it was not like that anymore. He was a man of The Church, had a more stable income; his life had turned a new page.
He let out a long breath, regaining a bit of confidence, his back straightening a little:
"Then what about the outfit on him?"
