"Don't worry. I'm not trying to get familiar with you."
"I don't get familiar with filthy people. I'm just bored to death," Norgomodev said as Nolan's forehead creased slightly.
He asked the six-eyed young man,
"What's with you and filth?"
It seemed to Nolan that the girly guy was just obsessed with cleanliness at a level that even made Nolan feel it was weird.
"You obviously don't know what race I am, do you?" Norgomodev asked, and Nolan had to agree.
He truly had no idea about a race with six eyes.
"I am an Hexaglaive, and if there's one thing we're known for, it's our ability to spot even the smallest speck of dirt or disruption in the natural aura surrounding an area."
"Even the tiniest bit of dirt to me is more hated than the sight of a dying person," Norgomodev replied.
Nolan hummed in though finally understanding.
It seemed the young man's obsession wasn't due to pride or ego but more of a racial fixation.
