No one in this world dislikes chicken.

Even the devout followers of Deus and heretics, who would kill each other on sight, can't seem to get enough of chicken.

“Mateo, want to grab some chicken?”

The blacksmith Mateo shook his head at the suggestion—not because he didn’t like chicken.

‘Who hates chicken? It’s just too expensive to eat regularly.’

“I’m about to get married, so why would I waste money on chicken? I need to save every penny.”

“You’re so disgustingly responsible. You don’t even have a childhood sweetheart like me, and here I am, a guy no woman would ever chase after. It’s pathetic.”

“Well, both of us will open our workshops and go independent next year. Once you open your shop, women will be lining up by the cartload to get close to you.”

Men in the Toscano Empire’s middle class often had the same advice for boys who didn’t like studying:@@novelbin@@

“Get into university, and women will line up for you.”

Back in the day, when feeding oneself and one’s family was more important than love, graduating from a prestigious university really did mean women would flock to you.

Even an ugly man who became a professional or joined a major company after graduating from a top university could reasonably marry an A+ woman if not an S-tier beauty.

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