Mousse then pulled out a stack of Berries, every single bill the largest denomination—10,000 Berries!
"Th-this is too much." Robin's uncle instinctively waved his hands, only then realizing that he had actually agreed. His expression turned a little awkward.
But the words were already out. Taking them back would only be more embarrassing. Besides, for a moderately well-off family like theirs, a generous tenant who could bring in some extra income to support the household was quite tempting. In the end, this man who had only just passed thirty yet already had graying hair did not change his mind.
"You want to stay for a month? Then... 80,000 Berries will do. There's no need for so much, really. Even the inns in town only charge this much per day—"
Hearing Robin's uncle's simple, honest words, Mousse, who had held some prejudice against him because of Robin's mistreatment, was briefly surprised. But he quickly realized that such an honest man was bound to be unable to keep a shrewish wife in line, so there was nothing strange about it.
Mousse's judgment was quickly proven correct. The three had barely entered the house when Robin's aunt's broken-gong voice rang out:
"Robin, where have you been running wild? Do you know how much money your uncle lost looking for you? Even the support money your mother left behind isn't enough to cover it!"
Though Nico Robin had long grown used to it, with Mousse, a new friend, standing there now, her face turned blue with anger. She instinctively opened her mouth to argue, "Grandpa Crobas said this house was left behind by my mother!"
Fortunately, Mousse reacted quickly. He immediately covered Nico Robin's mouth, pressing that one sentence—which would have blown everything up the moment it came out—back down.
Robin's uncle hurried forward