บท 127: How Do I Look?

"Uh... Asselin, I'm not sure that's in my budget..." Ikaris winced.

Asselin shushed him with a wave.

"You can definitely afford the clothes sold here. Five hundred gold coins is more than enough to buy any garment as long as the materials used in their design remain conventional." He dispelled his misgivings coolly but soon after broke into a big grin. "But this time, I will pay. Don't refuse, it's pocket money given by my father and it's mostly stolen from the many noble clans that perished during Hadrakin's fall. If it was really his money I would certainly have asked his permission first, but this money is as dirty as it gets. I'll feel better once I've spent it all. If you refuse, then that means you don't consider me a friend."