Dean McKenzie was driven mad.
"Shut up, don't talk to me. Talking to me costs money!"
"Pay? How much?"
"1500!"
"Alright, I'll give you! I owe you 1500. You talk to me."
Dean McKenzie was initially taken aback, then his eyes lit up.
"Then I give you the 1500 I owe you, and you give me the inheritance!"
"No deal!"
"Why?"
"I didn't really mean to give you 1500. I tricked you into talking to me!"
A mouthful of old blood sprayed out from Dean McKenzie.
He ignored the old man who seemed to have gone insane from the imprisonment.
He let the old man talk to himself.
Perhaps because someone came by, the old man seemed very excited and spoke incoherently.
Sometimes he said the Church of Holy Light invited him as a guest of honor.
Sometimes he said the Church of Holy Light was nothing. After they came to this city three years ago, the city was ruined.
