In the first place, Milton was able to see Robin’s Loyalty stats. It was only 23, a number that was so low, it’d be considered fortunate if Robin didn’t stab him in the back. Even if Robin was talented, there was no way Milton could trust him so easily.

“If I give you 5,000 gold, how much more can you turn that into?”

Robin laughed on the inside when he heard Milton’s words

‘I knew it. Of course it’d be like this. An honorable nobleman? What a load of bullshit.’

In the end, it didn’t matter whether you were a nobleman or not. There was no one in this world who wasn’t greedy for money. Even if you were a noble and pretended to be dignified, in front of Money, you were nothing. Sure of his own philosophy, Robin was convinced that he had the nobleman in the palm of his hands. 

He put on a serious expression and pretended to think.

“If you trust me and entrusted the gold to me… I will increase it by at least ten times the amount within a year.”

“Only ten times? That’s all you’re capable of?”

As Milton flatly questioned him, Robin hurried to answer.

“Ah, no sir. When I said ten times, I was playing it safe. If I really wanted to, I could make it...