Richard strode toward the exit of the tavern, stopping at the doorway to turn his head and look at the Bald Strong Man lying on the ground, gazing eagerly up at him.
At that moment, the Bald Strong Man was utterly humiliated but still managed to squeeze out a smile and spoke, "My lord, do you need something else?"
"Do you hate me right now?" Richard asked the Bald Strong Man.
"No," the Bald Strong Man shook his head vigorously, absolutely certain, "Definitely not."
"Are you sure?"
"Sure, very sure."
"I don't like it when people lie."
"Uh, well... okay, I do hate you a bit, but that..."
"Good," Richard spoke. "It looks like you're quite sincere, so we can spend a minute to talk."
As he said this, Richard walked over to the side of the Bald Strong Man and squatted down. With a flip of his hand, a Gold Coin appeared between two fingers, its brilliance almost blinding the Bald Strong Man.
