Chapter 5Raphael
A week after his adventure in the ghetto, Raphael strolled around the pier after sunset. This time, he was wearing casual clothes—not too raggy, not too rich, essentially non-attention grabbing. Once again, he had no security, a guard would definitely give him away. He walked alone, following the gentle glow of the Lumina crystals, lighting up the street at his feet. They gave the impression that they bloomed out of the ground like flowers.
Raphael entered the liveliest pub at the pier. The place was bursting with commoners, all of them angel worker class. Laughter and cheers floated in the air, along with the smell of booze and greasy, fried food. Raphael easily mingled with the crowd, commoners recognized him only when he was wearing his royal attire.
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