Duping bullies

We walked out of the building with our belts, surprisingly heavier than they were before. 

"You call that a little?" I asked, weighting my own pouch in my hand. Outside of the massive earnings that I brought by trading with the brothel, this was the greatest net profit that I ever made in my life. 

And I could tell that with certainty, despite only checking the pouch's weight, not the total number of coins within. 

"Once we get to the market, you will understand," Lucius shook his head, weighing his own pouch. "This only appears to be much. This is a lot for the civilians," he said, shaking his head. "Once you see the prices of cultivation materials, you will understand why I'm not happy with it," he added, bringing the pouch down and attaching it to his belt. 

For a moment, we walked in silence, both immersed in our own thoughts. 

"But you really just can't help it..." Lucius muttered, clearly dissatisfied with something.