"Yeah? What's going on? You don't hate being rich, do you?
"... yeah... no, just go inside"
Dulm opened the door of the house in some way to delude him and lured Gaius into the mansion.
Although Gaius was somewhat concerned about Darum's condition, he went into the mansion in response to that invitation for now.
Two.
"Maybe Mr. Dalm feels caught up in the fact that his parents are rich?
Gaius cut out so as he sat on a fairly luxurious, seemingly total leather sofa, placed in the reception room just as he entered the front door.
Durm then lowered the crate held on the side to the floor, quietly answering as Gaius and I lowered our hips to the couch opposite the table.
"... yeah. I think that... wealth should be distributed fairly..."
"I see. So the rich should share that extra wealth with the poor, huh?
Then Darm reacted violently to Gaius's words.
"Yes!! That's right!... No, I can't really say anything great about my parents' snakes..."
"I know, ideally, what Mr. Dalm is trying to say."
"... is it ideal... is it really just ideal? I wonder if this Pope Lowenglin could not only list the complete redistribution of wealth as an ideal, but also as a realistic thing..."
To Dulm's words Gaius was intensely surprised in his heart, although he did not show it to his face.
(What!?... Are you thinking of making this guy, Roenglin, a socialist country?... Probably. This guy is going to...)
Gaius looked at Dulm's serious eyes and was so convinced.
But Darm then told Gaius something even more astonishing.
"That said, this is not what I said, but what Bishop Lennon said..."