Once again, Ezra was humbled as he gazed upon the myriad items numbering hundreds, each releasing a wisp of essence or more, indicating their status as Gold-rank or above.
But there was something else.
Coins, either in gold or platinum, lay at any point one looked, numbering more than Ezra could count.
With how haphazardly they were placed, Ezra's mind got to work.
Greed creeped into it, etching out a thought of plundering all the riches.
But Ezra was no impulsive kid.
'What's the use of stealing it if I won't use it anyway?'
It was said that desires weren't necessarily bad things, but that it was the inability to control them that often caused problems.
Ezra wasn't about to allow his greed to have control over his thoughts.
Instead, he controlled his greed, applying logic to it, and a thought came to mind.
'With this much gold at the entrance, the insides would most likely be filled with it'
If so…
