"Steady, Lambert. Don't let your hand slip."
Geralt was fastening the saddle buckle, teasing lightly without expression.
"If this thing gets muddy, you'd be working for nothing for two months."
Lambert wasn't someone who gets flustered over money.
He's worked for high-ranking nobles and big merchants, and has seen them consume his annual income in one meal.
That sight was even more astonishing than this silk rune cloth.
But before those employers, he remains cheeky and satirical, full of sarcasm.
If an employer dared to glare at him, he'd spread his hands and say 'Find someone better.'
What truly astonished him now was: This was an honest Demon Hunter, earning assets through skill without doing dirty work.
He never thought that a Demon Hunter living with such 'boring moral beliefs' could have this kind of life.
'Boring moral beliefs,' this was the common personality Vesemir cultivated for their Wolf School.
Lambert always despised this, so he often clashed with Vesemir.
