The old woman in the sackcloth told her story.
"A few years ago, I was just an ordinary seamstress, buying some coarse cloth to sew clothes on this land, barely making any money each month. Don't be fooled by the fact that we're close to that Magic Castle, we actually don't enjoy any benefits from it. Those big shots flying back and forth never bother to look at us."
"How did you end up living here?"
"Don't be hasty, the story has just begun." She licked her lips, her coarse tongue scraping over her needle-sharp teeth, passing her swollen, festering wounds of lips.
"When I was young, I had faith. But later, because we couldn't get enough to eat, I turned to money. I know people like you look down upon us."
"No." Diao, the Dark Great Mage who was sealed, shook his head, "We are all the same."
Earthlings' worship of money is definitely no less than that of the people in this world.
