They Hated Me in My First Life, But Now I Have the Love System

Chapter 292: His Royal Legs Chapter 292: His Royal Legs This was normal life.

That’s when it clicked in his head.

Stop acting like a stranger, Abuchi.

If no one here found it odd, then neither would he.

This wasn’t some alien land.

He wasn’t in a jungle of wild laws and strange people.

Okay, maybe he was since Marka had such a reputation.

Still he was in Marka.

And right now, that made him a Markan.

He adjusted the strap on his shoulder, stood straighter, and pulled his hood down a bit more over his face.

Blend in.

Flow with the current.

That’s how you survive.

Two people ahead of him.

Almost there.

He inhaled slowly, then exhaled like he had just reached a mountain peak.

Finally.

This line business was…

interesting.

Not his thing at all, but still, something about it felt oddly satisfying.

Like being part of a slow, ticking system where your turn would come, no matter how long it took.

There was comfort in that kind of certainty.

But still, he glanced at the sky, I’ve been standing for hours.

Can I at least get a chair next time?

Or a stool?

Even a rock?

My royal legs aren’t made for this kind of punishment.

Then it happened.

The man in front of someone who was in front of him was done.

He picked up his goods, crispy yams, bundles of herbs, shiny fruits, and thanked the trader with a respectful nod.

you, sir,” he said, voice

what caught Abuchi’s

was the small yellow notes the man

went blank for a

What’s that?

That’s not our currency.

His eyes narrowed.

That’s Marka’s money.

His heart dropped.

Oh no.

Oh no no no.

patted his

was in there, Lionaran

and

be like trying to buy food with

Wait a second….

that mob leader collect the

the equivalent in Marka currency was

want to make a

He suddenly felt hot.

things to forget… I forgot

Local currency?

Really?

Me?

Prince of Lionara?

yellow notes being folded

paper, different design, different

didn’t have any

His mouth went dry.

at him, it was almost

Abuchi stood still.

Okay.

Deep breath.

You’re smart.

You’re trained.

You’ve handled worse.

couldn’t lie,

Embarrassing, almost.

from planning how to evade royal investigators to

fall from

shoulders and took one step forward,

a way

in line for hours, only to say “Sorry, I don’t

Not him.

frozen as he watched the person in front

Okay… okay… think.

You’ve done this before.

of kingdoms, festivals, grand halls, underground

know how this

the bitter truth hit him a

No, I don’t.

Not really.

been to all those places,

performed in front of kings, shaken hands with diplomats,