'Oh. I didn't know that.' Liberi said. 'You sure know some philosophical things, my lord.'
"Haha. I wonder about that." Dreamer said. His eyes were on the mansion that stood a few steps away from him.
He walked towards it and stood outside its gate.
Dreamer saw the security guard sitting behind the gate and the guard saw him as well.
"Who are you?" The guard said. "Get lost."
The guard talked rudely. Maybe because of the way Dreamer had dressed.
Shirtless and blood stains on his chest.
'Is he thinking of me as a homeless man? Well, he is not wrong though.'
"Call the owner of this house." Dreamer said or demanded.
"Huh?" The guard stood up from his seat. "Are you out of your mind? How much money do you want? No need to disturb my boss for that."
Dreamer rubbed his forehead. "Call your boss or I'll kill you."
"Who do you think you are?" The guard walked forward, coming towards Dreamer.