"We definitely owe a huge thanks to the generosity of the Monks family deity; this ensures that the Lord of Competition's religion will not lack mystical items for use for decades," Lune said with a smile.
Henry gave Lune a thumbs-up, expressing his admiration: "You're quite the ruthless one, not even sparing the bricks of their temple, managing to shatter and haul them back here."
"Alas, what can we do when our coffers are so empty? We had to scour thoroughly," Lune said with a laugh, patting the hefty bricks on the handcart beside him.
"These lavish things, such bricks would sell for at least one merit point each outside, and they used tens of thousands of them."
"This could be considered a form of robbing the rich to aid the poor!" Lune joked.
Henry, thinking further ahead, coughed and pointed upwards, saying, "The ancestors of the Monks family won't just suffer such a huge loss without cause; they'll surely think of a way to retaliate."
