As a villain, Kid sometimes speaks with piercing clarity.
He does not deny being scum, but he also believes that a person like him is precisely what this world of scum has created.
In a certain sense, this statement is not entirely wrong.
Kapu: There are always some nobles who learn bad things instead of good ones. What kind of trash are the Celestial Dragons? Why should we learn from them?
As a member of the Navy, Kapu would rather not become an admiral than serve under the Celestial Dragons, so his disdain for them is understandable.
He has never hidden this aversion.
Warring States: Hey, Kapu, maybe you should say a little less.
Warring States felt a headache coming on. Although he had become more carefree after resigning from the position of Fleet Admiral two years later, there were still some things he could not do like Kapu.
Kaido: Hmph, these nobles are just as detestable as I imagined. I wish I could drag them all to the battlefield.
Trafalgar Law: The so-called royalty and nobility are practically the same as refuse.
Law has no good feelings towards the nobility.
His hometown, the white town of Frevans, was where the royalty and nobility concealed the toxic truth about lead and platinum in pursuit of profit, leading to the death of countless citizens.
And at the most critical moment, the royalty and nobility fled, leaving the citizens to be slaughtered by neighboring countries.
With this incident in mind, Law could never develop any fondness for the so-called royalty and nobility.
King Cobura fell into silence.
In his class, any rebuttal would be pale.
Moreover, he himself looked down on the so-called nobility of the Goya Kingdom.
[Roya and Fujitora had lived on the main street for about a month]
[During this month, they conducted an in-depth investigation of the local information]
[After completing a thorough investigation of the inner city, Roya and Fujitora promptly checked out of the inn]
[Their next investigation would focus on the border towns and the uncertain terminus, as well as the Kolber Mountains and the small villages on its outskirts, which would be a massive undertaking]
[However, they would not be going it alone this time]
[While the thug Gomong was still thinking about spending the day at a bar, his vision suddenly went dark]
[A towering figure almost blocked his entire line of sight, and when he recognized the person, he couldn't help but tremble all over]
[This blind man left a deep shadow in his mind; he was simply too strong, like a fierce tiger]
[“We meet again, Gomong.” Roya stepped out from behind Fujitora, greeting the thug with a smile.]
[“You're that kid from before.” Gomong was taken aback when he saw Roya.]
[This youthful boy also left a profound impression on him; unlike the shadow brought by Fujitora, the equality and gentleness of this boy left Gomong with a positive impression.]
[He just always thought of Roya as a noble, someone who only occasionally came to the border town.]
[“We want to visit the uncertain terminus. You mentioned you grew up there, and we would like to ask you to take us there.” Roya said, tossing out a pouch of money: “This is the reward.”]
[Gomong took the pouch, instinctively opened it, and greedily glanced at the berries inside, but he quickly regained his composure and looked at Roya with confusion.]
[“Why do you want to go to that dump?” Gomong didn't understand.]
[Even he, who grew up in the uncertain terminus, hated that place immensely. Why would someone like Roya, who seemed like a noble, want to go there?]
[You have to know, those nobles in the inner city treat people like him as trash, viewing them as moving sources of disease, wishing they could just eliminate them outright.]
[“This country is sick and needs treatment; the medicine might just be at the uncertain terminus.” Roya explained calmly.]
[“Heh.” Gomong instinctively scoffed, but when he saw the determination in Roya's eyes, he couldn't help but swallow his sarcastic words.]
[For some reason, despite being a child, Gomong always overlooked Roya's age and size, treating him as an equal adult.]
[Even though he despised noble children the most, Gomong always remembered the moment Roya called his name equally, rather than referring to him as that thug, that lowlife, or that bastard.]
[“I understand; I will take you there, but it's a bit dangerous.” Gomong said.]
[“You don't need to worry about that; we will ensure our safety.” Roya replied with a smile.]
[Gomong glanced at Fujitora behind Roya and felt like he had said something foolish.]
[Leading Roya and Fujitora through the low houses of the border town, they arrived at the towering city walls.]
[The closer they got to the city walls, the more Roya and Fujitora could smell the stench, the odor of rotting garbage.]
[Yet even so, there was not a trace of disgust or aversion on Roya and Fujitora's faces, which left Gomong, who had been observing them, with an inexplicable feeling.]
[“Once we pass through this gate, we will be in the garbage dump. Prepare yourselves mentally.” Gomong said, quickening his pace, with Roya and Fujitora following closely behind.]
[As they passed through the city gate, the stench hit them, but compared to the smell, the visual shock was even more pronounced.]
[Mountains of garbage piled up, thick black filth accumulated on the ground, dirty water flowed freely, flies buzzed around, and rats scurried about.]
[Yet in such an environment, one could still see a considerable number of people living here.]
[Unlike those on the main street, who looked rosy and healthy, dressed decently, the people here appeared pale, wearing tattered clothes, living like walking corpses in this filthy and foul-smelling environment.]
[This place was also hell, a hell created by those in power.]
[Roya stood frozen in place, while Fujitora gripped his staff sword tightly, sensing the overwhelming negative emotions.]
[“This is the garbage dump, a place where only rotting garbage resides.” The carefree and combative Gomong returned to the place where he grew up, his expression dark, his eyes shadowed, filled with resentment and disgust.]
[“They are not garbage; they are people.” The anger in Roya's eyes burned, his voice somewhat low.]
[“People? Do you think they see themselves as people?”]
[“The old society forced people to become ghosts; the new society turns ghosts back into people. What we need to do is shatter the old society and create a new one, a society where a person should not be treated as garbage.”]
[“Stop with the pretty words.” Gomong was inherently disgusted by such lofty rhetoric.]
[But before he could continue to mock, he saw Roya walking ahead.]
[Near a garbage mountain, he reached into the filthy trash and pulled out some refuse.]
[“What are you doing?” Gomong was stunned; is a noble picking up garbage?]
[“I plan to live here long-term; do you want to join me?” Roya said, holding the filthy garbage and extending an invitation to him.]
[“I once swore I would never live in such a garbage heap again.” Gomong said.]