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While Reynold was looking at the "Gungnir" painting with interest, Ilva stopped her gaze on the dress. For some reason, she thought that wearing this outfit would increase her stats many times over, but she couldn't possibly wear something like that in public. However, the horoscope looked very tempting, just like the predictions of the flower seller from the Tamphan shop. So far, nothing bad has happened, which means that elven magic doesn't always bring only evil? —You're not really thinking of spending money on "that," are you? — Ren caught his sister's eye. — As if there aren't enough interesting trinkets in the city. Her brother's unpleasant comment allowed the hesitant girl to make a decision much faster. —I'll do what I want with my own money, — Ilva snorted, joining the queue behind Eyr. — And you... just be grateful that you didn't have to spend the night in the forest with your new boots.