136 Power in Both Hands Instead of Flowers

Archion, having committed the unforgivable sin of canceling class, came out.

“You need to dress properly!”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Goldie had been rigorously grooming him since morning, so he had barely managed to humor her,

and Archion came out to the capital’s most upscale district, where everyone had agreed to meet.

“Wow.”

So this was what a rich neighborhood looked like.

Every shop looked so expensive that it seemed to demand an absurd amount of money just to enter.

Who knew whose money they had splashed around, but even the people walking the streets were dressed to the nines.

Should he say that everyone walking around looked refined and elegant...