Chapter 1017

Then let's just leave them in the warehouse gathering dust...

After Gu Qing finished listening to his arrangements, she picked up several pairs of high heels and looked them over.

"My lord, should all these old fashions be put into storage?"

"Yes. After the battle's done in a bit, wash them once, clean them up, then store them, and sell them off later."

"Mm... roughly when could they be sold?"

"Hard to say." Zhao Chi sighed. "Selling them is easy, but finding a reliable channel is hard. It'd be great if there were a black market, but even if there were one now, it'd probably not be safe."

Gu Qing nodded. "They're just sitting in the warehouse anyway. Why not let them earn their keep?"

"Earn their keep?"

"Yes, at Su Qin's place."

Zhao Chi instantly understood what she meant.

"You mean, give all these to Su Qin?"

"Mm. Actually, Su Qin's territory already counts as half of yours. There's no need to give them brand-new ones. These old models we can't use, given to them, can boost their combat power quite a bit. You don't have many friendly forces, but Su Qin is definitely one who can be driven by you."

Gu Qing was still being a bit tactful in how she put it.

It wasn't that Zhao Chi didn't have many friendly forces — he had none at all.

The Zhao family counted as friendly forces, but they would certainly still put themselves first.

The only ones who could fight wholeheartedly for Zhao Chi, even under his command, were Su Qin's troops.

Zhao Chi nodded. "Understood. But right now there's definitely no time to clean them. Those high heels need a long time to wash and air-dry."

Gu Qing laughed. "It's fine. These shoes really aren't dirty. Those female soldiers go soak in the Carefree Spring several times a day, so their feet don't smell at all. The shoes are also very new and don't smell either. If you don't believe me, smell them."

Gu Qing handed one over.

"I'm supposed to smell them?"

Zhao Chi instinctively refused.

Gu Qing laughed. "I've smelled them — really no smell. It's fine to send them over directly."

"Really?"

Zhao Chi took it, still suspicious.

The high heels were ninety percent new, covered in white ice bear fuzz, feeling fluffy to the touch.

Although not as fine in material as Tang Ruan's Jade Armor, they still felt nice in hand.

He looked at the inside of the shoe.

The fuzz inside had been pressed into a shallow footprint outline; the fuzz above it was still white — indeed quite clean.

It felt no different to the touch, still warm and fluffy.

Zhao Chi leaned in and gave it a light sniff.

... It couldn't be said to have no smell, but it really was quite faint.

"Smell this pair too — it's Blade Soldier sister's."

"... Oh."

The smell was also very faint.

"This pair is Craftsman sister's."

"... Mm."

Even fainter.

"This pair is..."

"Alright, alright, Gu Qing, I get it already, I'm not smelling any more."

"Oh, do you find this smell acceptable? Would you mind?"

For a man like Zhao Chi, of course he wouldn't mind.

Some people would even really like it.

The question was whether Su Qin's female elves would mind.

After all, very few women are willing to wear another woman's old shoes.

Gu Qing laughed heartily. "My lord, did you forget what these are? These are high-heel fashions you made by hand — super-improved, and impossible to buy anywhere in the world!"

That was a bit of an exaggeration.

Zhao Chi knew this world was vast; there were surely stronger fashions out there.

But she wasn't wrong either — these were super-improved high heels, with extremely strong attributes.

How could those female elves possibly mind?

It's like when a friend has a top-spec computer, used for three months and a bit dusty, but with killer performance, and they're giving it away for free — do you want it?

Of course you do.

Or like when a friend has a sports car, drove it half a year then got a new one. This old sports car is free, just the inside hasn't been cleaned and the outside has some mud that needs washing — would you mind?

Mind, my ass! You couldn't even be grateful enough.

Zhao Chi got it at once.

"Fine, then I'll send them over to Su Qin."

He arrived at Su Qin's territory.

Su Qin was practicing archery.

This was her normal state.

If Zhao Chi were an ordinary person, his time would probably be spent on blade technique and shield technique.

Bang bang bang!

Su Qin's three arrows all hit the target.

But what she seemed to be practicing wasn't accuracy — it was blind shooting.

She raised her bow and fired, not aiming at all.

This way she could also engage in close combat to a certain extent.

"Lord Su Qin, Lord Zhao Chi has arrived."

The female elf beside her whispered a reminder.

"Huh? Really?"

Su Qin turned her head in pleasant surprise and indeed saw Zhao Chi, along with the wooden cart beside him stuffed full of clothes and high heels.

Seeing that it was Zhao Chi who had come himself, Su Qin relaxed even more.

Like the first time, she bounded over joyfully.

"Zhao Chi, why are you here?"

Su Qin's arms hung around Zhao Chi's neck.

Zhao Chi smiled and said, "Battle is imminent, so I brought you some supplies. They're all old though — you probably don't mind, right?"

"Why give me so many shoes and clothes? We have clothes to wear."

Su Qin was a woman, and she had a very high sensitivity to clothes. She noticed at a glance that these looked exactly like the fashion outfits Zhao Chi had given her before.

But she still assumed they were ordinary clothes of the same style — she couldn't possibly imagine these were actually fashion outfits.

After all, if a friend gives you one old sports car, that's already very generous. But now the friend says those 905 old sports cars are also for you.

How the hell is that possible?

But this kind of thing was happening right in front of Su Qin.

When Su Qin discovered that all of these were fashion outfits, the arms wrapped around Zhao Chi suddenly went stiff.

Then her body went limp, and she sank to her knees at Zhao Chi's feet.

She stared fixedly at this entire cart full of fashion outfits, unable to utter a single word.

Zhao Chi gently picked her up.

He touched her forehead: "It's nothing, what's wrong with you? Stand up properly, quick."

Su Qin also touched her own forehead, thinking she had a fever and it had addled her brain.

Zhao Chi smiled and said, "What? That hard to believe? But there's no time to shock you — it's already past nine o'clock, and we don't know when this battle will start. Hurry up and have your elves change into these."

Su Qin didn't move.

Not only didn't she move, she started crying instead.

Why is she crying again?

Su Qin hugged Zhao Chi again, and said through sobs, "Why are you giving me so much stuff? How can I ever repay you enough?"