In the office, Acropolis was sitting across from Zhao Guang.
"Regarding the price of potions, it has already been lowered to the lowest point. Do you still have any dissatisfaction? If you want to lower the price further, then you'll have to figure out the transportation issues on your own."
"Shouldn't you contribute to the Empire, to humanity? If you could provide potions for free, the Divine would surely be very pleased with your actions and would bestow blessings upon you."
Hearing Acropolis's words, Zhao Guang felt nauseated. This was indeed the style of the Temple.
They wanted something for nothing. They must have become accustomed to freeload after doing it too often.
If the quantity were small, it wouldn't matter, but the amount they were asking for was astronomical, not to mention the cost of materials, labor, and transportation. Even for his own territory, the expense was considerable. Besides, he did not believe in those gods.
