So, a lot of onlookers began to mock the man and the beautiful woman in hushed tones.
"Look, here come two more nouveau riche..."
"Oh my god, did you hear their heavy accent? It's just hilarious..."
"By the Mother Goddess, how is he tying his neckerchief? Is he imitating the napkin my grandma ties for her pet?"
"Hahahaha..."
The ridicule from the onlookers was like a series of cold, sharp swords mercilessly piercing their hearts.
The beautiful woman was the first to be unable to accept such a situation, hiding her face behind the man.
The man's face turned from blue to purple, veins bulging on his face.
The fact proved true.
The more a person lacks something, the more they like to flaunt it.
As wealthy merchants who just settled on Ozuric Island, facing the unfamiliar yet luxurious and elegant Royal City, they were desperate to satisfy their inner vanity to prove that they were no different from the native Royal City residents, to fit in.
