"The heart of boundless greed is truly terrifying." With a stranger's voice, everything twisted together and dissipated into the air.
The cold cell, the less prickly straw mat, and the masked man leaning against the wall, gazing at the moonlight outside the bars.
Reinhardt looked at his hands in horror, just moments ago, he had been in a chamber pot, and he could even smell the stench of it.
"This…" Reinhardt looked around, he was still in the cell, not in that filthy chamber pot.
"This is your destiny, I merely allowed you to see this scene in advance." The masked man lowered his head, looking at Reinhardt lying on the straw bed.
"In half an hour more, that servant, blinded by self-interest, will come and stuff you into the chamber pot and exchange you for Gold Coin." There was a hint of mockery in the masked man's eyes.
"I…" Reinhardt wanted to argue, even without this masked man, he would have fought his way out.
