"Me?" said Hart, pointing to his nose.

"Yes, it's you, it's you!" Dodd nodded firmly.

Then, too, the crowd looked at Hart with an expectant look, waiting for him to speak.

"I'm sure I'm going to make money! I'm going to be the richest man in the world! The kind of beauty in the world with both left hands and right hands!" said Hart with his head held high.

This is the ideal that many humans dream of, but just as he finished speaking, the other knights also looked at him with a look of contempt.

Hart looked at the words and quickly understood why the men were sullen. Before they could complain about him, he said it.

"You must be talking about me, saying that my mind can't keep up with you!, right?!"

Everyone nodded in unison: "Yes, how do you know?!"

"With my fiery eyes, is there anything in this world that I can't see through?" Hmph! It seems that you mortals really don't know me very well!"

"Come on, you don't look at you, you disguise yourself like God! You just say you like money?!"

"Yes!" Hart had the courage to admit, "I just like money! Everyone likes money! No one doesn't like money! Don't look at money as a rectangular piece of paper of different colors, but it's charming!"

"It allows you to do things you don't want to do, it allows you to point you in the most confused, distressed and confused times, it can be your sweet dream when you fall asleep... Anyway, it's just one thing! With it, my life is satisfied!"

The other knights listened as if they were watching Hart tell the story.

After a pause, Hart continued to talk about the future.

"If I could go back to the human world, then I would live in the highest place in the world, and the things I use will be the most expensive in the world, and the clothes I wear will be the most fashionable in the world!"

"The women around me are the most beautiful, my bed is made of the most expensive materials in the world, I drive the most beautiful car in the world, my house must be the most unusual..."

Having said all this, Hart couldn't say any more. In the end, he summed up one word, and that is "most"!

The most expensive, the highest, the longest, the best, the most fashionable, the most beautiful, the most...

The others listened, and those eyes looked at Hart like a fool. The eyes are clear and colorless, like a soulless figure.

But Hart turned these disadvantages into his own advantages and said proudly.

"Hehe, what's the matter? After listening to my ideals, did it scare you? Does it make you feel very inferior? Let me tell you, if there is such an opportunity in the future, don't rob me! If you rob me, I won't recognize my six relatives! Whoever robs me will be in a hurry!"

Living up to expectations, Dodd did find a point of complaint to break through Hart.

His face was calm, and he said in a flat tone.

"The place where you live should be the highest, and if there is thunder in the sky, won't you be the first to die?"

"Haha......" The crowd also laughed at Dodd's joke.

"......" Hart.

Then, Dodd continued to fire at Hart.

"You said that the things you use and the things you wear are the most expensive. What if all those tattered clothes could be called the most expensive, and your thin body would be exposed? What if the whole world was showing off the most worthless thing in front of you, and so-and-so was the most expensive in the world? Then you would be the stupidest and richest person in the world?"

"Also, if all of your beauties are sick, if you make love with them, what if you infect you? Knights are knights, and they can't avoid this disease. ”

A series of rhetorical questions made the corners of Hart's mouth twitch slightly.

Yes, Dodd did put him in an awkward situation. Because he has no power to refute this series of rhetorical questions from Dodd.

Some people rejoice and some people worry.

When he saw Hart speechless by himself, Dodd saved a little face.

Who made him laugh at him just now?

Realizing that his eloquence could not answer Dodd's questions one by one, Hart played the scoundrel directly.

"I don't care! I can avoid these things anyway! I don't even care if they're sick or not! That's my dream anyway!"

After saying that, Hart was like a very aggrieved child, turning his head to the side and pretending to ignore them.

"Haha... Really like a child... Haha..."The crowd was amused by Hart's scene and began to make fun of him.

"This dreamland of yours is really quite naïve, I have to admit it. Amito muttered.

Although Hart said that Hart was arrogant and turned his head aside, it seemed that he didn't want to pay attention to other people, but Amito's words hit Hart's weakness impartially.

It is not naïve for him to have such a dreamland, that is, the dream of the richest man in the world.

It had to be talked about before Hart became a knight.

He didn't know Hart's background, who his parents were, what they looked like, and whether they had the same limbs, minds, and conscience as humans. Anyway, for as long as he can remember, he has lived on the streets of a time of poverty.

To put it simply, it's a bum.

It was a difficult time, even unforgettable, and no matter how many centuries passed, this memory remained in Hart's mind.

Because in this kind of era, rich people, no, to be precise, people with a little bit of money can use people like Hart as the object of venting. Outsiders found Hart malnourished, and by the time he was seven years old, he was still like a doll, full of skin and bones.

But even if that didn't matter, those people actually used Hart as their punching bag, and often punched and kicked Hart.

Sometimes they would even lure Hart with good food, using it as an excuse and then letting him catch up several streets. The result was a violent beating.

There was no reason, no reason, it was just because Hart was tired and didn't want to keep chasing.

So the young people/young people who had nothing to do beat Hart violently. The men were both light and heavy, and there were a few times when Hart thought he was close to death.

Yes, in those days, he would rather die himself!

But whenever he stood by the river, he was prepared enough to jump off the river, but he didn't dare to jump!

This malnourished, often vented by people's punching bag, inner and subconscious, wants to live.

But he didn't want to live in such a humble life!

But what could he do? As time passed, where did he go to find food to replenish his hungry stomach?