The shabby clothes he had worn since he started following Byron, which he had never been willing to replace no matter how much money he made, stood in stark contrast to the glittering silver coins beneath him.
Who, after all, could resist the temptation of wantonly rolling in a pile of money, especially for a miser?
The others actually wanted to experience it as well, but ultimately they were too ashamed to act on the impulse.
Only the gold-digging rodent Byron had brought along came scurrying out of its waist pouch, squeaking as it stuffed silver coin after silver coin into its bulging cheeks.
Ever since they set sail, the creature had been sound asleep in the pouch, only waking up when it caught the scent of treasure.
Byron stepped forward and casually picked up a silver coin.
He verified that this was not some illusion induced by the Secret Realm, nor was it something that merely looked like a silver coin; it was a genuinely pure silver coin.
