William Cole shook his head with a smile, "No additional meaning, it's just that I feel you are quite pitiful. While others are enjoying air-conditioning, relishing fruits, perhaps even cuddling up with lovely ladies."
"And you? You're stuck guarding the route to some city, without a guaranteed salary."
"And after sincerely and earnestly guarding this path, you might still get accused of neglecting your responsibility."
After hearing William Cole's words, the expressions on the guards' faces changed in unison.
"Damn it, bro, you're right!" exclaimed a man, tossing his cigarette on the ground and stomping it twice.
"Absolutely! We're wasting away here, our contribution measures nothing compared to those comfortable office workers. We're all residents of Holy City, tracing back five generations, our ancestors built this city together. Why should they reap the benefits while we're here exposed to the elements?"