Colin had braced himself for cold stares, but after seeing Old Yaxi, the villagers seemed to relax and went back to their own business.
Old Yaxi drove the oxcart to the small square in the center of the village.
He stopped the oxcart and hung a wooden sign with prices drawn on it from the side. Nearby villagers, carrying their charcoal buckets from home, came over to buy some.
Colin glanced at the wooden sign and noticed the prices were a little cheaper than in the last few villages.
He said, "Goodbye, Old Yaxi."
Old Yaxi smiled and waved at him. "Goodbye, mighty Adventurers. Have a wonderful day."
At that moment, the two Guards who had just been posting a notice nearby saw Old Yaxi and immediately walked over. One of them said menacingly, "You still haven't paid your taxes, Old Guy."
"Taxes? I seem to remember I already paid," Old Yaxi said with a smile.
"The taxes went up recently," the Guard continued. "Hurry up."
