William Cummings looked at the Kenu man in front of him, as well as his boss, Bask.
Compared to their meeting half a year ago, the Dwarf had clearly become much better at posturing.
The air of a nouveau riche from the countryside had been completely washed away. From his clothing to his behavior, and even his appearance, he exuded a sophistication that many immigrants lacked—
Self-respect.
Yes, self-respect.
In a country with a multitude of immigrants like Velitas, pure humans only accounted for two-fifths of the population on its many islands, with the majority being Elves and Dwarves, and fewer of the Zanluo People, Nissians, and Luku People.
Only a small fraction of these alien races arrived in Velitas through official channels with considerable wealth and certain status and identity.
Therefore, they knew each other naturally and banded together. They had a seat in the parliament—albeit not as blatantly as Bask and his cohorts were now.
