The wealthy truly lived the good life—beautiful clothes, lavish residences, and more than that, they had people to serve them.
Perhaps those who had only known the mundane, peasant life didn't realize it, but the moment you feel what it's like to have someone serve you… you can never go back.
Maybe that was why certain people treated restaurant staff so poorly. Or why nobles and officials in high places walked around like the world owed them everything.
They told the common man that there was virtue in poverty, that being rich was immoral, corrupt.
But Damon would have liked to give all of that nonsense a proud, two-handed middle finger.
Being rich was worlds apart from being poor.
Where else could you see such lavish décor, wear such expensive clothes, eat such wonderful food—and most of all—be flanked by beautiful maids and protected by knights who looked like they could wrestle dragons?
If you were born into power, your word was law.
