Blue Gopher had made it...
A look of astonishment filled Yarman's face.
Perhaps because all the shelter residents he had met were decent people, he found it hard to believe that there were actually extreme demons among those kind-hearted folks.
Of course, he was only surprised for a moment before quickly coming to terms with it.
After all, not to mention anyone else, wasn't he himself, sitting in this tavern, also out of place among those around him?
"...I've heard a rumor that the earliest Boro People were actually descendants of survivors from the Central World. Their genes aren't all that different from the other survivors on the wasteland."
Most Boro People could tell at a glance from one another's bearing whether they were compatriots, then roughly determine which clan they belonged to based on their surname.
Outsiders, however, could not distinguish between them at all unless they dealt with Boro People often.
This was especially common on the Death Coast. Aside from cultural and religious differences, the residents of Sunset Province and Boro Province did not look all that different.
Kuru'an grinned.
"I've heard that, but so what? We're not descendants of the Central World. We're their conquerors. That virus can't affect us no matter what, and there's nothing wrong with clearing out some trash..."
There were too many natives in the colonies. Prosperity Era technology had allowed some people who should not have survived to stay alive.
Blackwater Alley was one such example.
That place was practically a breeding ground for plague and corruption.
Still, it could not be denied that the prosperity of Evernight Harbor owed something to the people there.
If they had not tirelessly endured exploitation, how could the Velanders have lived in big houses?
A good life could not possibly fall from the sky.