Finding a way to make money quickly (No it's not a Ponzi scheme I swear bro)

The walk to Meadows was long enough that Maximilian had time to put his considerable life experience into use, solving the problem of how to get from here to there. Here being this small town of Meadows and there being the Labyrinth. It did not take him long to sketch out the problems he faced:

1) He did not know where the Labyrinth was
2) He did not know how much it would cost to travel there
3) He did not have any money anyway

But he also figured out solutions, given by the hints he had gained in the last two days concerning his healing ability:

1) Will could not cure his hangover while Max could
2) The laundry hag had said that nobody had been able to cure her ailments while Max could

This led Maximilian to believe that his healing ability was already on a level that was rare for this world. And that this world was roughly at a medieval technological level which meant that outside of magic, medicine was relatively primitive. Combining all these observations, Maximilian came to a conclusion:

Rich nobles will pay through the nose for my healing magic and that will bankroll my journey to the Labyrinth.

By the time he had come to this conclusion, he could see the bell tower of Meadows cathedral. The other recent graduates had fanned out and left him alone, seemingly content to make their own way, though some of them had paired up. He did notice one girl trailing him, though he was not certain of it - it could be that she was just walking roughly at the same pace and all of them were heading to Meadows anyway. But he decided to keep an eye out for her.

His first stop was the stables at the edge of the town. There were two wagons there with six horses leashed on both. Maximilian watched several students pay the fees and climb aboard, the wagons taking off soon after. Probably this was an annual routine on graduation day. He entered the wooden shack next to the stables itself. Inside was a stout looking middle-aged woman in a leather apron, chewing something.
"Can I help you love?" She asked in a friendly manner as he stepped inside.
"I need to get to the Labyrinth. How much will it cost me?" Maximilian asked brusquely. The walk to Meadows had stripped away most of his patience. The woman frowned at him:
"That's quite a journey, I hear. We don't have a wagon going there in the first place. I don't even know myself how to get there, to be honest. All I can say is take the wagon north to Black Hills and ask around there. The alternative is to take the wagon south to the Azure Port but as far as I know, the Labyrinth is up north", she explained in a slow and meticulous manner, drawing out each word.
"Okay then", Maximilian countered. "How much is a ticket to Black Hills? And what's there?"
The woman leaned over her rickety table to spit into a tin cup on the floor made of wood planks and covered by hay, before leaning back on her chair as she ran a hand through her brown hair.
"Ticket to Black Hills is two Folles and it will take a full day. It's a nice place if you like smoke and coal. Lot of mining which gave them their name. If the wagon from Azure Port isn't delayed, it will leave before ten bells each morning", explained the woman, again drawing out each word.
Maximilian nodded in understanding and thanked the woman for her guidance.

His next stop was the town square. He noted with concern that the girl he had noticed before was still hanging around. Sure, she might be aimlessly wondering around town but as Maximilian made his way to the cathedral step, she kept up with him albeit always a respectable distance behind him. Max was unsure of what to do about that. She probably wasn't a threat to him but why would she be stalking him in the first place? As far as anyone from the school was concerned, he was a loser and an outcast.
_No_ point worrying over something he had no control over, Maximilian decided.

Once he reached the town square in front of the cathedral, Maximilian took the time to look around as this was clearly the nerve centre of the town. The houses surrounding the cathedral were all three stories and were made out of combination of stone and wood - most of them had the ground floor made of stone and the rest of wood but one house had two levels made of stone and only the third made of wood. That house also emplaced expensive looking glass windows with beautiful murals on them. In other words, it screamed privilege, wealth, and noblesse oblige.
This was old money in action, Maximilian decided and knocked on their front door.

What followed was not easy, nor was it pretty. But Maximilian persisted - after all, he had ninety years of experience dealing with assholes to rely on - and eventually he came face to face with the family patriarch, an old fella without teeth and covered under a ton of beautiful blankets. Maximilian had had to step on a lot of toes to get here but this was his ultimate goal - the geriatric man who ultimately decided everything.

"Before you say anything, allow me to ask you - how much is your youth worth for you?" Maximilian opened with his best gambit. It clearly took the wizened great-grandfather by surprise, and he wheezed and coughed, before smirking at the youth:
"Many students of the school you have just graduated from have made similar claims in the past. I'll give you the same answer. Heal my lame right leg so that I can walk again and I will let you live", the gray eminence smirked in a cruel manner.
"Allow me to counter that. I will heal all your ailments in a manner that brings you at least a decade of high-quality life, and you will not only let me go but you will pay me fairly and forthrightly. Because what I will whisk away by magic, I can easily bring back as well", Maximilian bluffed.
"Hah! Very well, you're a funny boy. I'll entertain you for now. Go ahead, play your cards", the wizened methuselah allowed.

Fully aware of the armed guards with drawn swords around him, Maximilian stepped forward and placed his hands on the head of the House patriarch. He did not even know his name, though the family name of Veraxis was familiar to him by now. But that did not matter. The moment he made contact, his healing magic surged out and entered the frail, failing body of the old man next to him. There were so many things wrong with him that, for a moment, Maximilian felt overwhelmed.
How is this bastard even alive?!
But he regained his composure, knowing that this was the solution for his money problem and would be the key for him to get to the Labyrinth as Enki had commanded. Slowly his golden tendrils went around this broken body and fixed things. It took a long time and he spent all his energy - the golden sphere had shrunk to almost nothing - but he did it. The wizened ancient had not been turned to a teenager but the change was not too far removed.

"Wha - wha - what - what did you do", the now-not-so-old man asked. He touched his face with hands that no-longer were pockmarked by liver spots. What followed was a Benny Hill qualified show of comedic actions as the patriarch of the Veraxis family jumped around laughing hysterically, slapping his guards while making cartwheels, kissing his maids and slapping their butts, and finally taking Maximilian into a massive bearhug. After finally calming down, he personally escorted Maximilian to the front door, as the young man insistently declined the offer to stay at the house for the night, and was eventually allowed to depart with a hundred Solidus in his pouch.

But how much is one Solidus compared to one Follis?

Maximilian did not know that and he did not know where to find out such information safely. But he was confident that a hundred Solidus was lot more than two Folles. As he made his way out of the town centre towards the inn he had spotted on his way in, Maximilian again spotted the girl. Now he was certain that she was following him. There was absolutely no chance for that to be an accident. She was stalking him for some reason.