"Sorry, I haven't introduced myself yet." Schiller suddenly changed the subject, turning back to the menu. "My name is Neog Sohip, an honorary fellow of the College of All Souls at Oxford University, and also a historian and folklorist."
Jerome's twin brother's eyes widened even further, but he quickly seemed to remember something. He curled his lip, revealing a faintly disdainful expression.
"If you know even a little about history, you'll find that the rich exploiting the poor has been a social phenomenon since ancient times. It has never changed with the rise and fall of dynasties."
Schiller turned to the head chef again. "If one day you became rich, do you think you would generously give to the poor and never draw nourishment from them?"
The head chef nodded.
"Then I'm sorry, but you will never become rich. The rich themselves never possess nourishment; all their nourishment comes from the poor. Therefore, harvesting nourishment is a necessary condition for becoming rich. Exploiting the poor is the inevitable process by which they become rich, not the result."
The head chef did not seem to understand what Schiller was getting at. He merely blinked and waited where he stood.
"Wealth always flows upward. It is an incurable disease of human society, one no system can eliminate. Wealth and privilege are forever held by only a small minority."
"I completely understand your hatred, because you are not one of that minority. You are not them, so naturally you can say that if you ever became one of them, you would never be as filthy and despicable as they are."
The head chef's expression grew darker and darker. He seemed convinced that Schiller was making excuses for those people, but Schiller gave him no chance to speak and quickly continued.
"But unfortunately, those