The next morning, Marvin continued to explain "The Book of Truth" to the newly recruited disciples as usual, showing no signs of hurry or urgency in his mannerisms.
By contrast, Dino, who had appeared calm, was indeed on edge. His lips were dry and pale, a big sore caused by anxiety had formed in his mouth, and he had to be mindful of his volume whenever he spoke.
He must not rush, this was what Marvin had admonished him about. He knew he couldn't rush, but how could he not feel anxious?
It was almost 10 o'clock, the time of their last distribution of meat soup. After the soup was given out, it wouldn't be long before the farm owners would come knocking for the final payment...
Dino had no money, all he had were some asset contracts, vineyards, stocks... these were all that remained of his possessions.
Facing financial collapse for the second time, Dino wasn't as dejected as he was three years ago, but the waiting was unbearable, making him restless.
