Outside the carriage, Sir Reynard walked alongside the escorting soldiers. Every so often, the Paladin glanced back at the carriage behind him, which held the two large chests he had gained on this expedition, both filled with gold, silver, and jewels.
It all felt somewhat unreal to Reynard. Deep down, the Paladin felt a little helpless, but also quietly delighted.
Reynard knew, in his heart, that Aaron had deliberately given him a substantial sum of money.
Calling on him for an earlier mission could still be explained by his being a Paladin always ready to serve, but Aaron's offer of 325 Golden Lions had matched his previous expenditure at the Holy Angel Cypher Clothing Store exactly. That had been Aaron's hint.
Now he had received two great treasure chests, and the money inside was undoubtedly Aaron's financial assistance, delivered in a way Reynard could not refuse.
The Senior could not turn down his junior. A share of the spoils after battle was his rightful due. He could decline it, but if Aaron insisted on giving him his share, Reynard had no grounds to object.
Such were lawful good Paladins. They had a framework that kept them firmly confined within its bounds. Unlike Monks, who set those bounds for themselves, Paladins often operated within boundaries established by others.
Aaron's actions accorded with a Paladin's moral code, leaving Reynard no choice but to accept.
This junior of mine really is extraordinarily gifted!
The Paladin smiled as he marveled at the thought.
But I'm no slouch either!
Don't think being a Divine Soul Sorcerer means you can easily beat your senior!
Because just now, your senior became a Master Paladin!
Loyalty! Honor! Unity!
Feeling the sacred power surge within him, Reynard was filled with confidence in his goals and his holy cause.
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