Lina swallowed.
"With one month of work, this amount is equivalent to—"
She stopped mid-sentence, as if afraid to continue.
Lucas frowned. "Equivalent to what?"
Lina took a deep breath. "To… a full month's wages for a daily laborer. Even—slightly more."
Lucas froze.
"…Huh?"
Damn.
That was the first word that surfaced in his mind.
By reflex, he glanced to the side.
Geralt.
The man immediately broke into a wide smile, straightening his back slightly—full brown-noser mode.
"This is because the Young Master is magnanimous," he said quickly, barely pausing. "The Young Master is kind, generous, and truly cares for the common folk. We all feel the blessings of his benevolence."
Lucas stared at him flatly.
…Looks like someone got overpaid, he thought. And worse—everyone here knows it except him.
Before Lucas could speak, Elin stepped forward half a pace. She bowed deeply.
