Kapitel 179: Solo Rolling

"Great...not a single coat like this one left in this entire kingdom. That's one-hundred dragon coins down the drain..."

Looking at the tattered state of his beloved coat, left with rips and tears throughout its entirety, Lucas begrudgingly tossed it aside. 

He was left only with his beige, high-collared blouse that had sable designs etched across it in the form of roses. Though the undershirt was lavish in its own right, Lucas still felt as if he had been reduced to the fashion state of a peasant. 

Tightening the tan belt around his waist, he kept his back close to the oak directly behind him, surrounded by the heavy mist that seemed to follow him. Watching the ominous fog continue to fill in the bowels of the grandiose, verdant forest, an astute pain returned to his head, causing the feminine male to wince.