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What a great person, their noble character shimmering like a gem.
Even though he was merely a foreigner forcedly summoned to the Sky Dome Continent, the existence or destruction of this land had little to do with him.
But Mr. Brave, instead of resting or indulging, exhausted his mind to find the demons lurking in the city immediately upon arriving in this world. He rushed to the frontline to confront the demons, disregarding his tired body.
What kind of spirit is this?
Everyone's eyes were red, some even quietly wiping the corners of their eyes.
Angelica and Maritiss were even more worried.
Super Order Power, though potent in strength, seemed to take an exaggerated toll on Mr. Brave, who could hardly stand steady, his legs trembling, obviously overdrawn in physical strength.
At this time, the Hero must rest.
"Master, you should rest for a while," Angelica couldn't help but advise.
Maritiss also nodded continuously, her respect for the Hero growing.
This is truly a good person.
"Leave the demons to us, just tell us where those filthy creatures are hiding," Maritiss brandished her Dual-Handed Greatsword, clamoring.
What Maritiss loved most was severing the ugly bodies of demons with her Dual-Handed Greatsword.
"Even if I tell you where they are, there are many people there, how would you know which ones are demons? I must go there myself," Qin Chu said decisively.
Nonsense, he was planning to absorb the strength of those demons.
Qin Chu was ready to set out, but was pulled back by Angelica.
"My Lord, do you plan to go out dressed like this?" Angelica looked at Qin Chu and inquired.
Qin Chu looked down somewhat blankly, although he didn't like the outfit he was wearing, there seemed nothing wrong with it, right?
"Is there a problem?"
"How can one wear the same outfit twice?" Angelica said, hand on her forehead.
"Even ordinary Nobles never wear the same outfit twice in public or formal occasions, let alone you are the Hero, a being more noble than Nobles."
"If you go out in the same outfit, you will be laughed at."
Qin Chu's body shivered slightly, so there were such damned rules?
In his previous life, he had no Maid.
People like Rose Vesper never told him these things, so he often wore the same clothes for several days.
Thinking back now, he didn't know how much mockery he endured behind his back, surely some people mocked him as a bumpkin, right?
Damn it!
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Even during the day, the Civilian District remained dim, the murky sunlight obstructed by the polluted air, with dust seemingly detectable in the air through one's nostrils.
It was now September, the season well into autumn, but as the Sky Dome Continent was located slightly to the south, even in thin clothes, one wouldn't feel cold.
The uneven streets were strewn with filthy wastewater and randomly piled garbage, emitting a putrid stench.
Fishermen just back from the nearby sea loudly hawked, selling the freshest seafood, with a pungent fishy smell permeating the air, their spines bent by the burdens of life, and their aged faces deeply furrowed, they had to turn these fish into gold to pay for their son's school fees.
A hunter, his arms wrapped in dirty, bloodstained bandages, displayed several wild rabbits and pheasants before him.
With the threat of demon attacks, venturing out of the city was dangerous, and each hunt required preparation for the possibility of not returning, but he had to go—for the sake of survival.
"Freshly baked rye bread, one fills you up, two make you bloated, only one and a half Gree..."
"Flatbreads, selling flatbreads..."
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"Crisp pears, fresh crisp pears..."
"Potatoes, pumpkins, fresh Chinese cabbage..."
"No, brother, two grees per pound is already cheap. You actually want to cut it to half? That's not cutting it down by half, that's hacking it off at the ankles..."
This was a marketplace, where vendors were calling out to the hurried passersby, and the sounds of bargaining were rising and falling in waves.
Qin Chu calculated, not knowing which idiot with a boil on their head set the ratio, where one mana equaled sixty-six grees.
By this ratio, the items sold here could definitely be considered cheap.
The big-headed rye bread, one piece was enough to fill you up, and that wasn't an exaggeration. Even for those working in the mines, it was enough to satisfy their hunger, buying two pieces was enough for a day's meals.
It was definitely whole wheat bread, dark as pitch, and you could still see the bran and wheat germ trace on top. If it were on Earth, it would be called healthy, nutritious, rich in fiber, and sold at an exorbitant price.
Here, it wasn't considered delicious food; the taste wasn't something ordinary people could endure. Eating it was like having spikes and knives scraping against one's throat.
It was something even the pets of noble families would disdain.
The pastries enjoyed by the nobles, costing ten manas apiece, could buy nearly five hundred of these rye bread rolls, sufficient for a miner's meals for several months.
The single-use set of clothes worn by Qin Chu cost over a thousand manas.
The class divide in this world was so clear, with two classes, two different worlds.
In fact, life for civilians had gotten slightly better than before, which had been even more unbearable.
Due to the inhumane exploitation by the noble class, civilians' lives were incredibly hard. The harvest from a year of toil was almost entirely taken as taxes, paid to the Empire and the nobles.
Add to that the attacks by demons; it wouldn't be too much to say they lived in Purgatory.
Although most civilians were numb to their plight, there were still some with ambitions. Some who couldn't survive started to band together with their peers to rebel.
To quell the unrest and due to the large number of soldiers killed in battle against demons, the Empire slightly reduced taxes, grudgingly squeezing a bit of benefit for the civilians to ease the tension between them and the noble class.
Qin Chu's arrival was a novel sight for the place. After all, it was rare for a Lord Knight to show up in the Civilian District; the people here were unaware of Qin Chu's identity as the Hero.
Maritiss and Angelica stood guard on either side, constantly vigilant of their surroundings. After all, it was a mixed bag here, and no one knew if the civilians coming near were actually demons.
Sniffing the strange odors mingling in the air, Qin Chu walked towards a fruit stand filled with watermelons, where a short, fat vendor with rough skin and a face pockmarked with scars and acne stood.
"Buddy, how much is the watermelon per pound?" Qin Chu asked the fruit vendor.
The fruit vendor lifted his slightly murky eyes: "Two grees each..."
Qin Chu almost blurted out, "What the hell, is your melon rind made of gold or are the seeds made of gold?" He held back since two grees each was indeed dirt cheap.
He was initially looking for trouble but found himself at a loss for words.
Qin Chu couldn't be bothered with the hassle and stepped forward, placing his hand on the vendor's shoulder.
"My lord, what are you doing?"
The fruit vendor looked confused. He didn't know Qin Chu's identity, but seeing Qin Chu's extravagant clothes and the dozens of knights following him, this must be a noble.
A noble appearing in the Civilian District market was strange enough, and now one was placing a hand on his shoulder. He didn't know what he had done wrong, and he cringed, assuming a scared expression.
"Stop pretending, demon. I can tell at a glance that you're not human. Reveal your true form..."
In the next instant, the Devourer's effect was activated, and an invisible energy enveloped the fruit vendor completely.
As Qin Chu's strength increased, the effect of the Devourer grew stronger. In a mere moment, the fruit vendor felt the magic power within him drain like floodwater bursting through a dam.
He tried to resist, but Qin Chu's grip was like glue on his shoulder, impossible to shake off.
His face twisted in terror, and he began to scream, "Murder, murder..."
This was a clever demon.
"A noble is murdering someone in the street..."