"Hypocrite."
A whispered sneer sounded below them, catching Ansel's and Leo's attention.
It was a dark-haired young man with huge eyebags, seemingly with a perennially somber expression.
The two people beside him—a short haired girl with golden hair and the short man with a semi-bald hairstyle— nodded in agreement.
"I bet you 10 gold that a bucket of water would be insanely expensive." The girl said.
"I bet you 10 gold he's going to ask for more money right after this." The shorter boy whispered.
Both Ansel and Leo found this conversation far more interesting than the show in front.
It was just that they didn't make those snide side remarks anymore until the well was built and celebrated. They didn't wait to see the results of the bet.
Ansel and Leo watched as the three men and women walked away from the crowd, but didn't do anything more.
