《How grotesque. There's good meat on the head.》

His mouth twists slightly when this poor city slicker tries to rationalize things to him. He actually shakes his head slightly, sighing at this man.

《I didn't say anything about buildings. It's cities that are the problem. A little grass between the cement is not the same as a forest. You must know that, right? That's why you're offering your monastery over whatever city you live in?》