Second to last chapter!
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"Why should I hire you? I have plenty of fine tailors here, and no other governor in any of the surrounding towns and cities have finer clothes than I." The governor leaned forward with a leer, "So tell me, boy, why should I hire you?"
Chat Noir looked at the man in front of him. What he said was true, his clothes were of fine quality, Adrien might not have an ounce of fashion sense in his body but even he could see that. However, the governor himself seemed to be of the extremely gullible variety. "M'lord, it is true that your tailors have made clothes for you to the best of their abilities. But, I can guarantee you that they have never presented clothing made from magic cloth to you before."
The governor's interest was piqued, "Magic you say? What kind of magic?"
"My cloth is invisible to all fools, m'lord. Only the wise and clever will be able to see it. And not only that, but the clothes that are made from it are of the finest quality, putting all others to shame."
"How quickly can you produce a set of clothes for me? How much would it cost?"
With a genuinely thoughtful look, Chat Noir gave an estimate three days and quite a generous sum of money. Chat could see the conflict in the man's eyes, it was a great deal, but also a rather high price, it took nearly all of his strength not to break out in a grin.
"I can give you six days and half the price." The older man bargained, but to his dismay, the cat-themed tailor was already shaking his head.
"I'm sorry, but part of what makes the magic so strong and personal is that the wearer's own money must be sewn into the cloth. The amount I gave you is the absolute minimum I would need for the magic to effective."
And so the haggling went, with the governor always trying to go cheaper, and the longer it went on, the higher Chat drove the price until finally the governor gave in and agreed to a price almost double the original amount. After the last few details were ironed out, measurements and so forth, the head of the guard escorted Adrien to the room that would be his for the next three days.
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"Here you are, Gabriel! A fresh loaf of bread and some extra pastries my husband snuck in when he thought I wasn't looking!" Sabine said cheerfully, as she handed over the basket to the tailor.
"Thank you, Sabine. You and your husband have made my living here much easier." Gabriel responded with a tiny smile.
"Oh, it's no problem! After all, what are friends for?"
"True."
Sabine looked at one of the newer residents of their little harbor, and noticed that he seemed a little more distant than he usually was, "Is something troubling you, Gabriel?"
He rubbed the back of his neck and sighed, "It's just," he hesitated, before sighing again, "I don't understand how you and Tom can go about your days without breaking down over the stress of knowing that your kids are out there, on a pirate ship, and not just any pirate ship. No, it's one of the most infamous pirate ships in the known world. But, the two of you allowed all six of your children to join up with her."
Sabine's eyes widened in understanding, with a nod of her head she stood by the window in front of his desk, "It can be difficult for both of us, sometimes, to think that our babies are out there, getting into who knows what kind of trouble. Especially since they're pirates. But I know we raised our children to be good people, no matter the circumstances. So I trust that they'll do the right thing." Then her smile turned of reminiscing to slightly mischievous, "Besides, Gabriel, we never allowed them to do anything. We just didn't stop them."
"I will never understand how such a kind baker's family turned out six pirates." The small baker just laughed.
Just then, Tom's, much deeper, voice sounded from the entrance, "Most never will." He added, also with a secretive laugh in his tone. But then he sobered and clapped Gabriel on the back looking straight into his eyes before he continued, "But if it really does still bother you to think about Adrien being out there. Then think about this instead, every time Tikki has left this harbor, she has always come back. And she always will. You can trust them."
"...Thank you for that."
"Anytime, my friend. Anytime."
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Unbeknownst to the entire mansion, a pair of crimson eyes was watching the window of one particular room in the mansion. Once the sun began to set a candle was lit in that window to give the occupant better light by which to work with. Juleka smiled quietly and headed back to confirm that Adrien had indeed begun his plan.
This continued for the next three days, the first day Rose went to check on him, then Max, and surprisingly Ivan, who despite his size was pretty quiet when he wanted to be. They would watch the window until the sun when down, then they would go back to the ship.
The pirates weren't the only ones interested in that window. It appeared that the rest of the town was as well. Rumors had spread quickly. And nearly every adult would stop on their evening walks just to catch a glimpse of the supposedly magical tailor. Of course, some were skeptical and believed it all to be a big joke. Not that they would ever let on. If it turned out they were wrong, they'd get to see some magical clothing, if it came out they were right all along, then they'd get the added benefit of seeing their self-righteous governor get taken down a peg or five.
While this was going on, Adrien was having the time of his life driving the people of authority in the mansion crazy. Every morning the governor would send one of this officials to the room, and he would be busy pretending to weave the cloth or sewing pieces together. And every time he would ask them how they felt about the colors and textures. Invariably, they would hesitate for a second before raining the praise of the vibrancy of the color, the softness of the cloth. The officials would linger around the room for a few more minutes before they quickly excused themselves.
And if throughout the day, expensive little nick-nacks went missing, well they had no proof it was him.
However, despite the ruse being extremely fun, and the extra doodads he'd managed to collect would definitely pad the total haul. The faux tailor knew he should leave before everything started getting real, but he just could not resist the temptation to see the Governor's face when the older man realized what had happened.
So with almost animalistic glee Chat Noir slipped through the quickly emptying streets toward the main street that led to the pier.
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