Sammy and the others smiled at him, and Mao patted his shoulder. "Well, since our place had the ability, we just did what we could.
"We wouldn't make any excessive sacrifices though, so count yourself blessed in your own right, too."
"Anyway, for a Town, doesn't Voumi seem a bit wasteful?" one of the mercenaries mumbled from behind.
"Regardless of level, an elementalist is an elementalist."
"It is their confidence that they could get more if they wanted, so he could be selective," Ersat explained.
In a twisted way, this made sense. For example, in Terran, a luxury car was useless—it was all for show, cannot even contain many people, and had too low of a chassis that it gets trouble when passing road humps—yet people still bought them, simply because it gave status to have the luxury to spend so much money on something impractical.
