"No need."
Ronan declined and shook his head, saying casually, "Just consider it as covering the travel expenses for this journey together."
Hearing Ronan's refusal, Beatrix froze in her actions. She seemed unsure what to do, instinctively stealing a glance back at the stern man behind her for help.
The man shot Beatrix a look, and a trace of hesitation flashed across her face before she seemed to make a certain resolution. Biting her lip, she took out a small square iron box and, together with the previously offered Waist Storage Bag, held it out to Ronan once more.
"This is truly everything we can give."
Beatrix spoke earnestly, "I hope you won't disdain it."
Ronan felt somewhat helpless; helping Beatrix and Molli'er wasn't for these items, but partly because he had seen how well she got along with Molli'er, and also because he had finished his rigorous training and casually wanted to practice with someone.
