Old Hoffman listened to Malin's request to accompany Logan and Miriam on their outing and, to Malin's surprise, agreed.
"That's right, you've been cooped up in this little place called Carterburg for long enough; it's about time you visit the Central Administrative Province and see the world," he said. "Although those nobles in the North can be terribly rigid, at least they are legitimate."
As he muttered to himself, Old Hoffman took out a small pouch from the drawer and tossed it over.
Malin caught it; it was a bit heavy, easily weighing 20 pounds.
"By the way, since you're heading that way, hand over what you have to the Bishop of the Church of the Goddess of Harvest in Pamir City. Tell him it's what I owe him, and he'll understand," Hoffman instructed.
"Okay," Malin nodded without hesitation.
"Aren't you even a little curious?" Old Hoffman asked.
