This was an extremely awkward scene.
Slani stood trembling in front of Conner, gooseflesh rising across her skin.
That genuine and natural reaction immediately piqued some people's interest.
Humanity's nastier impulses often stemmed from a top-down sense of superiority.
People from the Upper Class were willing to casually toss a silver coin into a pile of roadside mud, then watch those mud-caked dogs fight in the muck over a silver coin that meant nothing to them.
The lower classes were actually the same. This was a deep-seated human flaw, something that existed—or failed to exist—regardless of class.
Whether in the Upper Class or the bottom class, it had always existed.
It was just that people from the lower classes were unlikely to throw away a silver coin. They couldn't afford such an expensive cost for "entertainment."
But they could throw a bite of food into a pack of wild dogs and watch them bite each other bloody over food that was dispensable to them.
Humans had many such flaws. The upper classes amused themselves with humanity itself, while the lower classes amused themselves with species beneath them.
At that moment, Slani felt that she was a person in the mud, a wild dog beside food, nothing more than an exquisite special toy whose former owner had been somewhat different!
"Come... over here!" Conner had originally wanted to say, "Come to Daddy," but because of Lin Qi, he changed his wording.
At least this would not be too offensive to Lin Qi, though he knew Lin Qi did not care in the slightest.
Feeling Slani's richly textured skin covered in gooseflesh, Conner was very satisfied with her reaction.
When people were nervous, their muscles instinctively tensed, bringing him even more amusement and sensation.
He glanced at Slani's husband, who was being