After hearing Phoebe's rather proud account, Phidias couldn't help but nod repeatedly.
In a time filled with myths and legendary stories, occasionally listening to street talks is also quite intriguing.
Meanwhile, Lann poured cold water on Phoebe.
"After becoming the leader of these street urchins, you'll have to find some long-term work for them. It's better to avoid stealing from sailors, or else the people in charge of port management won't tolerate you. Those sailors pay taxes when they come ashore to find prostitutes and gambling, but you don't."
It seemed Phoebe had never considered this issue, after all, she was just a little girl from Cephalonia, who appeared to be able to fight bravely and had outstanding social skills.
"So, what should we do?"
Phoebe put down her bread and fish soup, anxiously stretching her head towards Lann and asking.
"Why are you so nervous?" Lann said matter-of-factly. "This is quite simple for you guys."
"Hmm?"
