"For the future of Amphoreus? Hahahaha... Don't make me laugh!"
The mustached man sneered:
"Only a master and disciple like you could make theft sound so noble!"
"What, am I not a citizen of Amphoreus? Who's going to compensate me for my losses?!"
"What happens if someone in the Holy City gets hurt and there's no medicine? If even Okhema falls, who will take in the refugees?"
"Absurd!" the young man argued.
"Okhema has more medicine than it knows what to do with. It could treat far more refugees!"
"Don't think I don't know what you're doing. You're deliberately making medicine seem scarce so you can drive up the price!"
"The Holy City isn't short of medicine at all. You heartless people would rather throw it into a ditch than use it to save more lives!"
"Hm?"
"Young man, accusations require evidence." The mustached man smiled faintly.
"The medicine is produced by The Family. How we sell it and who we sell it to are none of your business."
"When has the Holy City ever faced trouble without us stepping in? And now you're siding with outsiders against us?!"
"One moment, both of you."
Dan Heng interrupted their argument and asked:
"So how much medicine does the Holy City actually have in stock?"
"Ah... Lord Dan Heng, to be honest, medicine is desperately scarce." Seeing that Dan Heng had spoken, the mustached man quickly composed himself and smiled ingratiatingly.
"A great deal of what's in the warehouses has expired or gotten damp. It can't be used at all."
"This master and disciple must have seen the medicine we were about to discard while they were stealing, then let their urge to save people go to their heads."
"Tch."
At that, his face twisted with disgust.
"Self-righteous fools like them are