"There is one more day until the entrance exam, let's look around a bit, maybe something useful will come up!"
While Nora glided like a swan in her long white dress, she spoke addressing the two handsome young men following her. Until the trio came out of their rooms on the second floors of the inn and mixed into the street, everyone had stopped eating and drinking and was watching them.
"But let's wander calmly today; we said let's look after the grandpa yesterday, the place turned into a fairground!"
Alis, who fastened his high-waisted trousers over his shirt with suspenders, had a clothing style completely opposite to the surroundings; especially with his trouser legs ending four fingers above his ankle and strange shoes made of shiny leather on his feet, eyes turned to him wherever he went.
"Exactly, you are so right, especially with what you have on, we won't attract any attention anyway!"
Jashua, who always acted noble, had made very simple choices, but even clothes in the style of normal people couldn't save the situation.
His height above average, his attractive face framed by thick and lush hair over his thick masculine eyebrows, combined with his white skin, were attracting the attention of all people.
"Don't stress, gentlemen, being above standard is in our destiny, enjoy it!"
Nora was aware that no matter what they did, they couldn't hide their differences; for this reason, she continued to wander by sticking out her chest pushing the limits of the upper part of her dress.
Women and men were watching the trio with admiration; there was a calm lifestyle inside the walls where the heat emitted by the volcano descended by alleviating.
"What a majestic building, I wonder what's inside!"
When they came from the outer circle where the inn was located to the center of the city outside the settlement areas of the sect, they encountered a cube-shaped structure twice the size of other buildings, growing in width as it rose from the ground.
"Merchants Union Holy Blood Branch!"
Right above its door, there was an inscription carved into marble with red letters; Nafız could comfortably read the common language of the Hell Realm with the help of the memories she inherited.
There were two guards wearing full armor and carrying large spears at its door; while the trio entered inside, after scanning them with their eyes, they quietly returned to their duties.
"Interesting, judging by the power of the guards at its door, this is not a place to be underestimated!"
Nafız had perceived the aura emitted by the guards clearly; they were not simple guards. It was evident from all over them that there were living beings tasting death from their hands many times; only someone on the same plane could understand this.
The entrance floor had a spacious void; on the sides, there were glass cases lined up like long train wagons and shelves lined up behind them, and in the middle, armchairs with carved wooden arms arranged for guests to rest.
Dozens of customers were wandering around getting information about various products, officials were hovering around them to ensure their satisfaction. Everyone was very chic without exception; while exaggerated capes, fancy robes danced on men, women had adorned their expensive dresses with colorful jewelry.
Only the newly entered trio was very simple; especially the style of the one whose eyebrows, eyelashes, and hair were white could even be considered funny.
"Who let these inside?"
"Those who break their leash started entering here too!"
The treatment they saw outside had suddenly turned completely opposite; those inside did not hesitate to openly humiliate Nafız, Alis, and Jashua.
While these were happening, the calmest person among the trio was Alis; he was relaxed as if they were talking about others and not him.
"What do you understand of fashion, you plebs! You put on whatever you found at home, you uncouth people!"
When he turned to his friends after scanning the crowd with his eyes, he found them in the same situation. Alis was surprised most at the girl inside the plain white dress; the surroundings should have been in chaos long ago by now.
"I want to look at a few things, especially cultivation techniques and some weapons are in my target!"
When she told what she wanted to the official coming to their side, she was subjected to a strange look; the young girl's age and appearance were opposite to her requests.
"Young mistress, is this really the place you want to come to? Let's not have come to a wrong place?"
"Maybe they are someone's servants, they are waiting to carry what they bought!"
These voices were coming from a group appearing next to Nafız, Alis, and Jashua; the speakers were women wandering on the arms of two men.
When Nafız looked out of the corner of her eye, she saw that there were familiar faces inside the group; the two men wandering by swaggering were members of the Bloody Star Clan who almost died at the hands of the Second Elder yesterday.
"Ha, ha, ha, aren't these the wretches waiting outside the line yesterday!"
"Yes, the miserable citizens of the Bloody Moon Fiefdom!"
The young man speaking by waving his fur-collared cape had raised his voice for the entire hall to hear; especially while saying the place the trio came from, he was in an extra effort.
"Ewww, the cursed are among us!"
"Did they shamelessly send their people to the holy lands too!"
The young man would achieve his goal; insults mixed with curses were raining on the trio from all sides.
"Hypocritical monkeys!"
Jashua uttered only two words upon attacks coming from all sides, but he had chosen such words that people's faces turned sour as if they ate shit.
"Insolent!"
"Who do you think you are?"
A few people stepped forward with ambition; the swarthy young man was in their target.
"Who am I? My name is Jashua, I am the Count of the Bloody Moon Fiefdom."
Simultaneously with his speech, Jashua raised his right hand up; the entire hall was seeing the ring on his finger.
On the Hell Realm, there were six Holy Sects, ten Clans bound to each sect, and one hundred Fiefdoms bound to Clans. Clans possessed rings carrying the sign of the Holy Sect they were bound to, and Fiefdoms possessed rings carrying the sign of Clans above them.
The legitimate right of the Clan Leader or the Count of the Fiefdom was indicated by this sign. On the ring possessing a blood-red circle, there was a four-cornered relief, and on this, the sign of the formation it was bound to at the top and its own formation at the bottom was engraved.
Only one formation on the entire Hell Realm was exempt from this order; only the Bloody Moon Fiefdom was directly bound to the Holy Sect on whose lands it lived.
"Take a look inside those glass cases, almost half of them are filled with potions made with the formulas of Isabel, the pride of my Fiefdom. You all use the potions, this doesn't bother you at all, but you don't hesitate to show the courage to despise the place where the person finding them came from without shame!"
Jashua had remained silent until this moment, but when the subject came to the humiliation of the place where he was the Count, he couldn't continue to stay silent.
His words were sharp as a knife too; not a sound was coming out of the grumbling crowd, only the young man pushing the head of the girl kissing his neck harshly would step forward.
" The past remained in the past, the sins committed by Isabel's seed are still fresh. Did you come to re-infect the Holy Sect with the curse on you?"
When his speech ended, there was the justified pride of having suppressed the person across him on his face; with the confidence of this, when he pulled his head from the people around and turned to the trio, he would see something he never expected.
Nafız, Alis, or Jashua were not listening to him; they were walking towards a counter ten steps ahead with slow steps.
"Hey, I asked you a question, how dare you show the insolence of ignoring me?"
The young man was beside himself; he wanted to seize the spotlight by making an outburst the moment everyone fell silent, but his final situation was far from this.
He continued to speak to the backs of the trio he wanted to put in their place; when one of them turned his back, his eyes were shining.
"Do you ever look in the mirror? Who can take someone wearing a fur cape in summer seriously?"
When Alis finished his words and turned to his front, sounds of laughter rose from the crowd; people were looking at the young man and then turning their backs and starting to laugh.
"You, you, you will pay for this!"
The young man flung the women on his arms with fury; he went after the trio together with his friend next to him.