"No, I don't!" Nolan protested quickly.
"Yes, you do, Master," Linda said calmly, a knowing smile on her lips. "You can't decline a request if money is involved."
"Yeah, you're right!" Celia teased, giggling. "Just the word 'gold' and Master is ready to move mountains."
Nolan groaned, covering his face. "Alright, fine. I wouldn't say I love money… but maybe I've just learned it's never good to refuse it when it's offered. In my old world, money decided everything—whether you lived well, or even lived at all. So… yeah. I guess I just don't want to waste a single coin."
"Master, what did you mean by 'your previous word'? I don't understand. You said that before but I never heard it," Linda asked.
"Oh, sorry," Nolan said, rubbing the back of his neck. "I misspoke. I meant when I was younger I was focused on getting money, not anything about a previous world."
"Okay, okay, Master," Linda said, relaxing.
