Sitting beside the Bishop, the Dwarf, if Fang Hong were here, would certainly recognize him as the Old Dwarf with the snow-white eyebrows he had seen at the Mountain Palace of Toragotos. This Steelbrow raised his thick eyebrows and gruffly replied to the Bishop beside him: "What's the use of having a thick atmosphere, for Tarot's sake—I heard that their scores this year aren't even as good as those of the Ancient Tower People, this disgraceful lot."
The Bishop smiled slightly and comforted the Old Dwarf: "As the Holy Choosers say, 'Friendship first, competition second.' The existence of the Continental League is more to advance Mortal Alchemy through competition. With Ouli's guidance, it brings us a brighter future, and as for victory or defeat itself, perhaps it's not that important."
But the Dwarf obviously seemed a bit disdainful upon hearing this.
