"Buttonhole—"
Ronald fiddled with the small piece idly, his thoughts drifting far away.
He was completely different from these ordinary passengers.
Their origins were clear, and there was nothing suspicious about their identities and behaviors.
For them, this train stop would just become a topic of conversation in future social interactions, or merely a novelty experience.
But Ronald was different.
He came from a remote, underdeveloped mountain area, where his family had fallen into such disrepair that they could barely afford cheap servants, a fact that made his identity look like a disguise.
Not to mention that due to his previous trip to Black Mountain, he had changed into a suit that didn't quite fit, and almost all the details were elements that invited suspicion.
"Tsk—"
Frankly, Ronald felt somewhat helpless.