The homeless people don't think much of the slaves here, especially when they know that these people are from Nagaril.

The "sense of identification" with the current identity that comes from the inside out and comes from the heart disappears.

Instead, there is a kind of contempt. Although they don't understand that there is no difference between homeless people and slaves here, they just despise these slaves.

I even feel that these people should be slaves and nothing else.

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