"Your friend is merely a little fatigued. More rest will do him good. That'll be one gold pound, please."
Ten minutes later, Klein watched the doctor calmly hold out his hand, asking for the one-pound medical fee.
"Can't you make it cheaper?"
Klein gritted his teeth and asked.
There was really nothing wrong with him. He had merely been frightened, and his earlier fainting spell had been due to spiritual exhaustion. An ordinary doctor could not help him at all, yet he was charging so much for a consultation. Why didn't they just rob people outright?
"No. This gentleman dragged me all the way here, and he didn't even hire me a carriage!"
The doctor gave a dry laugh and held out his hand to Klein again.
Didn't he deserve payment for running all this way?
"Fine. One pound. Here!"
Klein took out the banknote Lynch had given him that afternoon. It was half the payment for hiring Anseline, with the other half meant for food.
Klein had not even held it for an hour before losing it.
Money from that guy Lynch really wasn't easy to earn!
Klein could not help but complain inwardly. Watching Lynch escort the doctor out with a satisfied look on his face, he let out a long sigh.
"Is it really that bad? It's only one gold pound. Why are you acting like the sky has fallen?"
After seeing the doctor off, Lynch returned and leaned against the doorway, mocking him.
He guessed that Klein had already read the reply he had just written. Though he had made the Stone of Myriad Phenomena conceal the contents of the letter with energy, he had used only a low-level concealment to save energy. Klein would be able to see it from Sefirah Castle.
He wondered whether