Inside the luxurious reception hall, one refined-looking man was sitting across from a beggar, completely breaking the picture of the marvelous room around them.
Mason: "Now why don't you talk about that debt?"
"You really should learn something about patience; the rich and powerful people like you should have a lot of it."
Mason watched the smile that was clearly displaying a level of pleasure in this weird situation.
Mason: "If you want a free meal, my doors are always open."
"A friend once told me, never take anything from the rich, because everything they offer has a price tag stamped behind it."
Mason: "You have a wise friend; you should listen to him."
The beggar was completely relaxed as he gracefully enjoyed his tea.
"I can see that you are all jittery, so I won't play on your tired nerves. I came here for the flower you have promised me."
Mason's eyes widened as he could not comprehend the dubious request.
