What if we do run into it?
In this "Land of Filth" where corruption spreads unchecked, every Priest would cautiously tuck a Cross into their bosom before nightfall.
So even if this group of paupers makes noise until the wee hours, no one steps out to reprimand them, by saying the classic "This is too blasphemous."
Tolerance is not the exclusive right of the wealthy.
As long as they can see where the future lies, even those who are like dust in the world harbor tolerance and yearn for light.
...
"Achoo—!"
A loud sneeze exploded in the damp and cold air, and Taufu, nestled in Luo Yan's arms, rubbed her nose vigorously, unhappily wrapping the cloak around her tighter.
She's been sneezing a lot lately, she must be ill.
Speaking of which, Sarah's embrace was more comfortable, but unfortunately, that cat was sent somewhere by this hairless monkey and hasn't been seen lately.
