The Detestable and Pitiful Nobles

Qi Yuan spoke without changing expression. Mu Chen had taught her well; she had become very good at keeping her emotions hidden.

Still, Mu Chen could hear a trace of anger in her voice.

Unlike Mu Chen, who rarely put on a poker face, it had a lot to do with his personality. A poker face sounded simple enough, but keeping one up was exhausting, and he did not like it.

Mu Chen now believed in one saying: speak to people like people, speak to ghosts like ghosts. If you make me unhappy, I'll beat the hell out of you.

Besides, Gion's question had been rather naive. Women really were more emotional.

Mu Chen smiled helplessly to himself, though this was within his expectations. Qi Yuan had spent too long in the Marines and still needed time to grow.

Some people were born nobles, while others were born slaves. Such class divisions were oppressive from the very beginning. To nobles, slaves were as commonplace as food and water. To put it bluntly, they did not care in the slightest. Nobles and slaves could never empathize with one another.

After Mu Chen explained it so simply, Qi Yuan understood at once.

"Mm, I understand."

Leaving only those words behind, Qi Yuan turned and left without hesitation.

She did not want to look at those disgusting nobles any longer.

After seeing Qi Yuan leave, Mu Chen merely continued watching the crowd below in silence.

As time passed, the nobles below simply watched Mu Chen as he silently watched them. He even had someone bring out a reclining chair for him.

The scene left everyone dumbfounded. They could not understand why Mu Chen remained motionless, nor why not a single Marine had disembarked even now.

They were gripped by panic. Cold sweat began