"Everyone line up, adult men under fifty to the left, those over fifty with the children! Women to the right, don't think about sneaking past! Everyone must be inspected!" A man in a black uniform held a tin megaphone, maintaining order with considerable authority.
Not long ago, he was merely a small aristocrat in Langton City, whose family had fallen on hard times, living a barely decent life but still having a tight budget.
No matter how impoverished, an aristocrat is still an aristocrat; basic demeanor must be maintained.
And maintaining that demeanor meant expenses for appearances couldn't be skimped.
This made their family look glamorous on the surface, but in reality, every daily expense had to be carefully calculated, often only focusing on maintaining appearances.
Just like the uniform he wore at the moment, it indeed looked sturdy and crisp outside, made of fine fabric, rendering him impressively dignified.
