"This shop really wasn't cheap. It was very unfriendly to the poor." A deliberately elegant voice sounded beside Angel.
Clearly, the speaker had heard Angel's earlier muttering.
Angel turned his head and saw a tall man with gray-black skin approaching.
He wore a fitted black military-style uniform, a cape that nearly trailed across the ground, along with a belt, black trousers, and military boots.
Most eye-catching of all was the black eyepatch embroidered with gold.
Judging from that military attire and the familiar eyepatch, he was most likely a member of the Yingji Race from Ice Country.
However, this was Angel's first time seeing a member of the Yingji Race with gray-black skin.
A mixed-blood?
If he was mixed-blood, then gray-black skin... could he have mixed with that race?
Countless thoughts flashed through Angel's mind in an instant, yet not even a second had passed in the outside world.
At that moment, the dark-skinned Yingji man had only just stopped beside Angel. He first looked at the "Meditation Experience Hall" sign ahead, then turned to Angel. "Please don't misunderstand. I didn't mean to say you were poor."
"I merely feel that the gap between rich and poor nowadays is far too great."
"The rich spend every day drinking and making merry in entertainment venues, doing no proper work at all, yet they reap vast amounts of crystallized essence. Meanwhile, the poor strive and struggle every day, squeezing out the last drop of vitality in their bodies, only to receive a meager wage barely enough to scrape by."
"Don't you think that's terribly unfair?"
"They sit high above us, producing nothing; while we bend our backs and till the earth, working like oxen and horses. Why?"
The dark-skinned man seemed deeply indignant, endlessly voicing his own opinions.
As though he himself