Phales shifted his gaze away from the bustling square and took the cloth handed over by the Dwarf Goblin, wiping the butter off his beard, and said with some concern, "Relying on the 'Alliance' of the Holy Chosen is unrealistic. They like to amuse themselves, you know, we actually look down on each other."
Ande watched the Gnome's pointed beard tremble and had to admit, everyone from the Tongwan Family had quite the impressive sharp beard. This nominal mentor of Fang Hong only smiled and did not respond, saying only, "But this year the Royal Household's taxes are too high, and the Artisan Association's funds haven't arrived. It's already difficult for the alliance just to maintain operations—"
"We're not talking about taxes," Phales got a little angry. "Old pal, do you really want to see the Ancient Tower People riding over our heads? This is not just a human problem, neither Gnomes nor Dwarves will accept such humiliation."
"This is precisely a tax problem."
