"Who would have thought someone could be so utterly conscience-less? It's simply a crime against heaven and earth!" Kabbalah, chief priest of the Church of Void Mask in Dar City, pounded the table indignantly. The fury in his eyes seemed ready to burn dry the cup of green grass tea before him. "Those poor people had only just managed to live a few days like decent human beings, and he immediately sent tax collectors after them... When disaster struck and relief was needed, why wasn't he so quick to act then?!"
"You could tell just by looking at his alignment aura. How could someone from the evil alignment possibly do disaster relief?" the elderly priest said with a smile. "Alignment aura isn't entirely reliable, but most of the time, it won't be wildly wrong either. We never should have expected anything from him in the first place."
"But I never imagined that not only would he refuse to help, he'd even try to cause trouble!"
"Many lords are like that," a young paladin said. "That is why His Majesty taught us that we must use our own hands to drive the world forward."
Chief Priest Kabbalah pondered for a long while, then nodded heavily. "You're right. It is precisely places like this that need us most. Look at those poor people—if even we do not come to help them, what are they supposed to do?"
"But the question now is, how do we get rid of those tax collectors?" another priest asked. "I think it won't be long before they dig up the old tax documents. When that happens, we won't have any excuses left."
Kabbalah gave a cold laugh, mockery flashing in his eyes. "What use would it be if they dug up old tax documents? First, they would