"What is this?"
The mayor looked curiously at the peasant dirtying the floor under his jurisdiction, watching as he continually spilled soil from that damned basket, and placed that damned, glowing thing on the table.
"It's gold!" the mayor remarked, feeling a bit emotional. He covered the lump of gold with a handkerchief and squeezed it; it was hard.
After briefly examining it, he exclaimed again, "A natural gold nugget!"
"And it doesn't seem to have a low purity. Where did you find it?"
The peasant mentioned the location where he discovered it, emphasizing that it was found on his cultivated farmland. He had to stress this point because, in essence, the item should legally be considered his property.
The mayor shook his head at the peasant, "You're very lucky. You can keep it, or you can hand it to me, and I'll give you a reward that will satisfy you..."
