The old man Sam, with his dozens of ropes tied around his body, had arrived with the ointment at some point and heard their conversation.
'How much did he hear?' Bradley wondered.
The old man increased his pace and quickly closed the door. "Are you going to be the next mayor?" the man asked as if it were a urgent question.
"Uhh… no, it's not certain yet," Bradley explained. "I'm just a candidate for now, sir."
"I see," the old man said. "Then, I suggest you don't become one. Give up."
"Huh?" Both the brothers were surprised by what they were hearing.
"Why do you say that?" Bradley asked curiously. As someone who had lived so long, Old man Sam was bound to have a lot of wisdom.
The old man looked at Bradley and sighed. "When you become the mayor, your personality will change drastically to the point you will become unrecognizable."
