“Of course. There were lots of times when he failed. But eventually, he succeeded. Only monster remains were left in dungeons when Weed went through it; those were the best memories.”
Weed’s achievements in the Continent of Magick continued to spread.
“That sounds like Weed.”
“The more I hear, the more amazing it seems. Man, it’s fun listening to firsthand stories of Weed.”
“The strongest in the Continent of Magick, Weed. The person I’m talking about is Morata’s Lord.”
The crowd’s respectful young eyes!
Weed folded his arms and looked up.
A quiet cyanic light emitted from the portal, creating suspense in the middle of town.
After excruciating and agonizing inner conflict, he overcame his greed.
“Not yet. I’ll secretly raise the taxes. In a way that people won’t feel it…..”
If taxes were raised all of a sudden, a lot of people won’t stop at merely resisting.
“It needs justification. I must raise the taxes. But if I raise it, it must be for a justified cause! Without proper reasoning, the people will not be convinced.”