"I'm going to dump it right here. I'm not changing. What are you going to do about it?"
"Where did trash like you crawl out from? You dare act tough in front of me? When I was following lord Oleiwa into battle, you were probably still swimming in some shithole!"
"How am I the one in the wrong? This is ridiculous! Touch me and see what happens!"
"Why the hell should I listen to you?! Trash!"
In Thousand Wishes Heaven, in the residential district outside the pool, two people were arguing at the doorway of a house.
The residential district was extremely simple: rows of uniformly planned gray-white concrete houses, with a narrow ditch in front of each door serving as the sewer. But the outer walls and streets were clean, so it did not look too bad, and even suited this barren land rather well.
The others came out to watch. When they saw it was the middle-aged man from 713 and the young man from 714 arguing, they understood at once. This was not the first time those two had quarreled. Ever since the houses had been built and they had moved in, the middle-aged man had felt 713 was better. The young man had refused to switch, and the seeds of conflict had been planted then.
On top of that, the middle-aged man was an old spellcaster from the War Holy Temple, so he naturally had the arrogance of someone from the first church. The young man's church had long since been wiped out by the Four Pillar Gods Church. Though he had not joined the Four Pillar Gods Church, he had switched to some other small church, and his connections were practically nonexistent. Since the middle-aged man knew his background, he became even more unscrupulous.
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