The next day.
Hilia got up, bought some food from the food stall at the camp, and before she went back, she ran into Pascal.
He stopped her, and with a somber tone, said, "Miss Hilia, right? Let's talk."
Hilia smiled, "Straight price, 40 Gold Coins, no bargaining. If you decide, bring the money to where we live. You know where that is. Come before we go explore the ruins."
"I think we can talk."
"40 Gold Coins, and everything is negotiable," Hilia said, moving further away.
"Is Gold Coins all you care about?" Pascal shouted.
Hilia paused and turned back, puzzled, "Mr. Pascal, what else is there to talk about besides Gold Coins? Silver Coins?"
"The relationships between people aren't just maintained by Gold Coins... Hey? You..."
Pascal's voice gradually faded away.
Hilia asked Rose with great confusion, "Master Rose, is there something wrong with this person? We're not familiar; what else is there to talk about besides Gold Coins?"
