Chapter 63.
I Next ‘Damn, that guy is messing up the auction!’
Everyone in the auction house had the same thought.
Feelings of injustice rose like waves, and regret sprouted fiercely. Why weren’t they born with royal silver spoons in their mouths? Why wasn’t their father the emperor? They savored a fleeting desire for a classless society and the realization of equality, despite the stark reality of their status.
Then, they all came to a realization.
‘If that guy really is the Crown Prince… We’re screwed. Damn it!’
The situation was beyond saving.
The mayor of Cremo, no less, rushed in with a flustered expression. The mayor respectfully addressed the man as “Your Highness.” Impersonating a royal in the Empire was a crime punishable by death.
So, what does that mean?
Either the mayor of Cremo had a momentary lapse of sanity, consumed some drug he shouldn’t have, fell into a severe midlife depression, or was seeking a novel way to commit suicide due to some other reason.