"Who knows?"
The patrons were all chattering.
A drunkard staggered over to Gray, "Baron Gray, do you remember me? I once gave you two silver coins, do you remember?"
Gray was stunned for a long time before he remembered, "I remember now. I gave you silver coins."
"Yes, you gave me a hundred, then I offered you two," the drunkard laughed, grabbing Gray's hand, "I lost all my money again, it's all your fault, you gave me so much money. Now I not only lost everything, but I also owe a lot. This is your responsibility; you must compensate me and give me more money. This time I need two hundred."
"But I don't have any money on me."
"You don't have money?" The smile on the drunkard's face disappeared, "Who are you kidding? You're a noble, how could you have no money? You just don't want to give it to me!"
Gray stared at him in shock.
"Give me money! You must have money on you!" the drunkard said as he reached out to search Gray.
