I Have a Task Log

The owner asked, "What can I get for you, ladies and gentlemen?"

Colin showed his Seal Ring and said, "We were recommended to come here. We were told we could get a decent outfit custom-made for free."

"Ah, regulars." The owner nodded, then shouted toward the back, "Regulars are here!"

A few voices answered from behind the counter, and soon after, three men and two women emerged.

Colin and the others split up, each going behind the counter to have their measurements taken.

"Alright, sir," the apprentice in front of Colin asked. "What material would you like for your outer robe?"

"By the way, what’s our budget?"

"Fifteen Gold Coins, sir."

"And if we don’t use the full budget, can you give us the difference?" Colin asked.

The apprentice said, a little nervously, "Th-that... shouldn’t be possible. I’m very sorry."

"Forget it, then." Colin could clearly hear the others sigh. He then said to the apprentice, "I don’t know much about materials, so you can decide. Just make sure it’s comfortable and preferably a bit loose."

"Of course. Thank you, esteemed sir." The apprentice let out a sigh of relief.

"Also, I’m a Caster who’s skilled in Swordsmanship, so just factor that into the design," Colin said. "And you might as well spend the entire budget."

"Yes, sir."

The apprentice looked a little confused by Colin’s statement, seemingly puzzled by the concept of a Caster who was skilled in Swordsmanship.

Still, he gave a sound of acknowledgement and immediately got to work.

Colin watched the apprentice’s deft movements, letting his mind wander.

’Judging by his demeanor, the apprentice probably has to deal with his fair share of difficult customers.’

’Then again, life was hard for most apprentices.’

’In this day and age, most apprentices lived right in their master’s home. Being so young, they were essentially free labor.’

’On top of eating and dressing poorly, they were also likely to be beaten for minor mistakes.’

’Even so, his own situation had been even worse when he first arrived in this world. He couldn’t even find a way to become an apprentice back then. If there had been any other way to make a living, who would have risked their life outside the city during the winter disaster?’

’All he could say was that, thankfully, he had survived.’

’Now he could walk into a tailor shop he once wouldn’t have dared enter, about to wear expensive clothes he couldn’t have even dreamed of.’

’How many of the other poor folk who went through that winter disaster had survived? And what became of the poor souls who, with no other choice, became Adventurers?’

Colin suspected the answers to those questions would not be pleasant.

After all, even with the Task Log, he had to risk his life multiple times just to survive.

"Sir, I need to measure your waist now," the apprentice said.

"Alright." Colin silently raised his arms and went back to spacing out.

It was also worth noting that while this looked like an independent shop, all the artisans in Thousand Masts City actually belonged to one guild or another.

During peacetime, most shops could conduct business freely.

But once war broke out, all the tailors, blacksmiths, and carpenters would be gathered for unified production to contribute to the war effort.

While Colin was lost in thought, the apprentice finished his work.

He looked at the small note in his hand and said, "Per your request, I’ve designed a black and gold model. The total comes to exactly fifteen Gold Coins. The fabric is high-grade worsted wool, paired with a dark-gold-threaded brocade.

Additionally, the sleeves will have a magnetic design. When you roll them up, the cuffs will magnetically attach to the upper sleeve, making movement and combat more convenient. Will that be acceptable?"

The apprentice’s explanation was so detailed that Colin couldn’t think of any other requests to make.

’If it weren’t free, he probably wouldn’t have set foot in a tailor shop his entire life to buy an outfit worth fifteen Gold Coins. That much money was enough to live in the slums for more than half a year.’

Just then, the others were also finishing up their measurements.

Seeing that the work was done, the shop owner clapped his hands and announced to the group, "Your outfits will be ready for pickup in seven days."

"Got it," Colin replied, then led the group out of the small shop.

"What’s next, Colin?"

The moment they stepped out of the shop, Ale’s voice came from behind.

Colin turned to find the rest of the group staring at him.

He thought for a moment, then said, "All the chores are done. Time to train."

"I had a feeling that would be your answer," Dorn said. "Your diligence is almost like a mental illness."

Kase, standing next to him, chimed in, "That’s true. It’s like something’s wrong with Colin’s head."

"Enough nonsense. Let’s go." Colin waved a dismissive hand, not wanting to engage with the two of them.

After a productive evening at the training grounds, Colin led the other three out of the Dwarven sewers and headed into the city.

Once they were inside the city gate, Kase subconsciously started to turn toward the Dock District.

Colin asked with a smile, "Where are you going, Kase?"

"Huh? I’m heading home." Kase stopped in his tracks and gave Colin a baffled look. "Are you guys going that way to eat?"

"We just moved into our new home today," Ale reminded him.

"Oh, right," Kase said, finally realizing.

"You really need to be sharper, Kase," Colin teased.

Chatting and laughing, the group continued along the main road toward their apartment building.

Because the Southern District was much safer than the Dock District, the streetlights along the main road were still lit.

Out of all the city’s districts, the Southern District and the Dock District were the liveliest.

Small stalls on the roadside were still open for business, and even a few road-weary merchant caravans had just driven their carriages into the Southern District.

Pedestrians from other parts of the city were wandering around the shops, making the area feel incredibly lively—almost no different from the daytime. Bathed in the lamplight, Colin felt for a moment as if he were strolling down a street from before he came to this world.

The group left the main road, turned into an alley, and then passed through several more small streets.

The amazing thing was, after walking for some distance, the bustling noise from the main street suddenly grew much quieter. The feeling was quite pleasant, as if they had stumbled into a small, secluded world.

"It really feels like we’re coming home. If only Mr. Shadow Anvil lived here too," Orelia said out of the blue as they reached the entrance to their apartment building.

She sounded very happy, as if coming home together was a truly momentous occasion.

"Alright, let’s get some sleep," Colin said. "Tomorrow we’ll figure out where to pick up the free breakfast and newspaper."

Kase scratched his neck and said, "Is it just bread and goat’s milk? I don’t think that’ll be enough to fill me up."

"If you’re not full, we can just go out and eat. There’s a restaurant run by a Halfling right outside," Colin said.

Chatting as they went, the group headed back to their respective rooms.