Chapter 62: The disaster of the old otaku!

His Majesty the King and the Queen hid in the lounge and kissed me, you and I, you and I, but the old otakus was already so angry that he wanted to jump off the building...

"Why are you dressing like this? What do you look like when you are ragged!"

Mrs. Lesmanton, who was in charge of etiquette, helped her sharp-angled crystal glasses, and the sharp reflection of the lens immediately blocked her stern eyes...

Mrs. Lesmanton is a middle-aged woman in her fifties, but her regular routine and meticulous maintenance methods make her look less than forty years old! Her face is very thin, and her sharp-angled crystal glasses and sharp chin give people a mean feeling. Her facial features are evenly distributed, just like her behavior, her long combed brown hair meticulously scattered behind her head into a tall bun. She is wearing a simple sky blue dress. Although she is not ugly, she is not beautiful. But strangely, although she is old, she has a very special thing that attracts others' attention... How to say... well... not beautiful, but beautiful!

Every expression is so dignified and elegant, but it does not seem artificial. The mature, capable, intellectual and feminine charm that naturally reveals in every move will attract all the attention of others at the first time, making people involuntarily ignore the beauty and ugliness of other aspects, and concentrate on appreciating this fascinating charm...

Not beautiful, but beautiful! The best-looking beauty is probably talking about a woman like her...

"This...this is not OK?"

Feng Kan looked at his outfit with a crying face. He actually liked Kenjiro's outfit - the sleeveless tight-fitting denim suit perfectly demonstrated his heroic, wild and tough temperament, and it was also very clean and neat? It was much better than the previous leather jacket with all nails in the back...

"I have said it many times! Formal clothes! You have to wear formal clothes! You are now showing yourself in front of the people of the whole capital, not going to beg for food on the street! Look at you! What does it look like? Image! You must pay attention to your image..." The middle-aged woman kept telling the old otaku a lesson.

"…tmd, I have a hairy image! I'm not going to go to beauty pageants!"

"I don't care what you looked like at home before and what kind of weird taste you had! Now that Your Majesty has given me this task, I must be responsible for your appearance! Come on! Let's change the formal outfit next to him!" Mrs. Lesmanton, with a selfless and self-employed face, simply and neatly directed her girls to clean up the old otakus...

"No! Don't interfere! Don't interfere! I'll do it myself..."

Pairs of pink, white, soft and boneless little hands touched themselves. If ordinary people had encountered this treatment, they would have been happy and excited while taking the opportunity to take some tricks. But Feng Kan is now blushing and almost cried!

Although the old otakus always looks lustful and erotic, he clamors to set up a maid team all day long, dreaming of the depraved life of the wine pool and meat forest. If he sees a beautiful little girl who can make him "cute", he will jump and chase him behind his butt and ask him to perform cosplay. Even Ainius's bombardment cannot stop him from moving forward bravely, but he can only do such things. If the girl he chased suddenly turns her head and wears her clothes, she will definitely be him! No matter how she conceals herself with a cynical attitude, he is still a restrained and traditional Chinese man in his bones! When they were with their childhood sweethearts on Earth, they could only hold their hands, hug their waists, and even push the sky, they just kiss their mouths!

——The last innocent old virgin at the end of the 20th century...

By the way, can a pure virgin apply for protection of endangered animals?

The closed door quietly opened a gap at this time, and a freckled face thief sneaked in...

"Puchi..."

When Sandro saw the scene inside, he couldn't help laughing.

Feng Kan was wearing a traditional dress from the Kingdom of St. Ostan, but no matter how he looked like a farmer who had been facing the loess and his back was facing the sky for the rest of his life, he suddenly changed into an Armani! Who said that people rely on clothes and Buddha rely on gold clothes? Wearing yellow robes is not like the prince who said he is! He is a farmer entrepreneur who came to the city to receive awards...

The traditional dresses in the Kingdom of St. Ostan are tightly tied, but the sleeves and trousers are very wide, especially the pants. The old otakus has become standard bloomers! The top half of the dress is bulging above the chest and loose below the chest...

If any nobleman from the Kingdom of St. Ostan wears such a dress, he will definitely have an indescribable elegance, gorgeous and simple yet capable!

But Feng Kan's figure is a standard inverted triangle shape with a bear-back and bee waist. It's okay to wear a capable tight clothing. Now if you add a Baotou to this set of clothes, it's an Aladdin Lamp God!

“Is it awkward?”

Mrs. Lesmanton frowned and hugged her arms, looking up and down at the guy in front of her in confusion. No matter how she looked, she couldn't think of what kind of reason could make a delicate and gorgeous palace dress look nonsensical and funny.

"awkward!"

Ainius answered her question very honestly.

"The first time I saw someone wearing a court dress to the effect of a Melden comedian! I really didn't expect that someone would be so unsuitable to wear a court dress! General Rodman sometimes wears this kind of clothing, but it's not like that..."

Mrs. Lesmanton could no longer find a suitable adjective.

"I have said no! I have said no! I have said no!"

Tragedy... The old otaku has already squatted in the corner of the wall and drawn circles in a black line that is 500% more gorgeous than usual...

"I don't care! Wear whatever you like!"

As stubborn as Mrs. Lesmanton finally covered her head and gave up the unrealistic delusion of dressing up the old otakus as a prince charming. As long as she doesn't dress as an Aladdin lamp god, everything will be fine!

"real?"

"Don't dress up like a beggar!"

The old otaku held Kenjiro's outfit and was depressed - how could this become a beggar's costume?

"You are not allowed to dress like a thug!"

Seeing that Feng Kan's eyes had drifted to the punk heavy metal-style leather jacket next to him, Mrs. Lesmanton immediately pinched off his thoughts!

"Master! Isn't there a piece of clothing in your collection that is more suitable for this occasion?"

Ainius suddenly spoke and reminded.

“Which one?”

Feng Kan asked dejectedly, he wore a borrowed suit to attend his cousin's wedding. The security guard at the door of the hotel questioned him for half an hour until a relative came out to prove it before he let him in - he was wearing that black suit, which was simply...

After that, he was beaten to death and refused to wear formal clothes to show his face in front of others! No matter how formal the occasion was, he would appear in a sports outfit...

"It's the set that puts the third piece on the left side of the wardrobe..."

"That's it? I remember not..."

"It's okay, I've modified it!"

Hearing the beast-eared maid's words, the old otaku's eyes suddenly lit up...
Chapter completed!