Hillston District was Backlund's economic center. It had the most prosperous commercial streets, the most luxurious hotels, and the most distinctive taverns in Backlund. Yet prices here were not as exorbitant as one might imagine, because the proprietors all understood the social class of customers who needed credit.
Jewelry under ten soli, handicrafts under two soli, and all kinds of perfumes and lip glosses that were not particularly expensive but could still claim some connection to high society.
Although the strikes and demonstrations of the past two days had greatly reduced the number of pedestrians on the streets, once the shop owners realized that the workers were not as aggressive as before, they still yielded to the allure of money, opening their doors and waiting for Middle Class ladies to arrive in pairs.
Yes, they had to come in pairs—
Who would be willing to buy something so expensive when going out alone?
And if you went out alone and bought something expensive, who would know?
These Middle Class women did not possess the talents of those upper-class noblewomen and socialites, who could tell the price of a perfume with a single sniff.
Miss Angela was strolling along Hilston's famous jewelry street with her close friend. Before she could decide which shop to enter next, however, her attention was suddenly caught by a figure.
Though entirely black, for some reason, at that moment, this little darling that had suddenly entered Angela's field of vision radiated a brilliance far beyond the prized treasures displayed in those jewelry shops.
"Oh, heavens! Look at how adorable that cat is!"
"Where?" Hearing her friend's exaggerated, theatrical cry, Merula could not help frowning slightly. Yet the instant she turned her head, her gaze was firmly captured as well.
Smooth, lustrous fur, bright amber eyes, and