Minte City·Northern District
Weiken sat at the table, staring at the communication device before him, his expression grim.
"What's wrong?"
The man in the red robe beside him raised his head, looking over. "Has something happened?"
"Those bastards on the city wall, insatiably greedy. They're deliberately provoking me,"
Weiken gritted his teeth slightly and pressed his hand against the communication device, speaking with restrained anger. "As we approach opening the gate, they raise their price again."
"Don't worry about it,"
The red-robed man smiled, looking at Weiken. "Once you've taken full control of this city, won't you be able to do whatever you want? For now, endure it for a while. One day, you'll make them pay for what they've done today."
"You're right,"
