For the lower-class inhabitants of the Black City, having enough food was a luxury. Any expenditure unrelated to sustenance was deemed a shameful waste.
However, human nature does not change because of this.
Once they had enough to eat and drink, there would always be further demands.
Iron Fist Abei was no exception.
Alcohol! It is brewed from grain.
In the Black City, it absolutely belonged to the category of luxury items, but now, jug after jug was laid out on the table for him to drink to his heart's content.
"Refreshing!"
The wine jug landed heavily on the table, and Abei, with a flushed face, bellowed loudly,
"This batch of booze has a real kick to it!"
"Of course," his right-hand man, Lais, said with a smile, holding a skewer of roasted meat.
"This was specially brought from Vitelli City by little Hend, and it's considered a fine product even there."
"Leader," someone from below raised their head and asked,
"I heard Hend is doing well for himself?"
