The cotton cloth bag was torn open, and clink, clank,
silver pukes splattered.
The scene fell into a brief silence.
Lide was speechless. So, it's just a few dozen silver pukes??
Augustine awkwardly scratched his nose.
Porcupine's face turned ashen.
He knew the ways of these nobles. No matter how much money was involved, if it was discovered by them, it would be seized.
This was his lifetime savings. He thought it would be safe hidden in the wheat, but he didn't expect it to be exposed.
Burdened with unspeakable pain, this money was meant to purchase seeds and farm tools next year after the beastmen left. Without it, he couldn't survive.
He turned to look at his wife and child's hopeful eyes, then resolutely turned away.
"Sir, this is my savings. If, if you want it, I am willing to offer it to you."
Lide shook his head as he looked at Porcupine's pained expression.
