"Do you fucking want it or not? If not, give it back!"
"Yes, yes... Once I save up a little more, I'll have enough to buy lipstick for my goddess."
With that, both guards squatted in the corner and started playing on their phones.
Yan Huan entered the holding room and looked around.
The room was fairly comfortable. There were no iron bars or other restraints, preserving the old man's last shred of dignity.
"My lord, you've come..."
The old man slowly turned around, his gaze somewhat evasive, as if he did not want Yan Huan to see him like this.
"So this was how you searched for medicine? Robbing people outright?"
"How could that be?" The old man blushed, deeply ashamed.
"In order to find medicine, I sneaked into the Holy City's warehouse where supplies were stored."
"At first, I planned to steal it, but I didn't expect them to arrive so quickly..."
"Fortunately, this old body of mine is still strong enough. I had sufficient time to get the medicine out."
Thinking of this, the old man let out a breath of relief.
"I knew perfectly well that what I did was illegal. Ending up like this is something I brought upon myself."
"But if you ask whether it was worth it, my only regret is that I couldn't send more medicine out of the city and give it to those who truly needed it..."
He raised his head and looked at Yan Huan.
"Lord Yan Huan, perhaps you think I betrayed the people of Okhema."
"But there simply isn't any need for so much medicine within the city. Though medication is regulated, every year, vast quantities expire unused and are destroyed."
"These things could clearly help more people..."
As he spoke, he lowered his head once more.