Although Fernand had been working in Imperial City for some time and had won the emperor’s favor, he did not own a storage bag.

Therefore, Fernand had no extra change of clothes.

He wanted to take Aslan’s clothes but felt repulsed and had to give up.

“Damn it, I vow to kill you!” Fernand said angrily.

With a clap of his hands, some people filed in and looked at Fernand expectantly.

They were the female attendants of Terrace Tavern.

In fact, the person in charge of Terrace Tavern was none other than Fernand.