Legends About Gold の小説・ストーリー

Constantine said as he put down the bottle of liquor on top of the table. "You're lucky. I have enough information," the man said. "Tell us right now." His friend took out a few gold coins and placed them on the table in front of the man. "Is this enough?" Golden coins were a precious thing in the first realm, so the joy on the man's face is no longer surprising. The immediately took the two coins and hid them inside his clothes. After that he turned his full attention to them.

The noise of them falling was impressive. The gold was heavy in my skirt and there was a limit to how much I could collect in one go. I quickly became sweaty, dusty, and sore from stooping. I rested on my knees, stretching my back and shoulders out. “There is enough gold here,” I commented, “to make every person in the village below wealthy.” “I’m sure the dragon would be flattered to hear you say so.” “Why do dragons collect so much wealth?” “Why do kings?” “A king has a kingdom to support, roads to pave, buildings to maintain, armies to feed…”

It was strange. "I was honestly afraid of the answer," I admitted. "So what is it you're trying to get abuelo to sign over?" "Okay then," he rubbed the side of his face, "in less complicated terms I'm in the precious materials and gem industry." "Like gold and diamonds?" I asked. "Gold," yes he nodded, "rhodium," he cleared his throat. "Rhodium?" "It's the most expensive metal there is out there." "I thought that was platinum."

" I have seen a god in the form of a young adult. The gods must be living in Leighdale. No wonder no humans would go near it." The copper-ranked knight dramality comments with huge gestures. " Well, the legend of the Golden Flower was rumored to be in Leighdale." The Ranger pointed out. " Golden Flower?" I asked, wondering what they were talking about. ------------------------------------------------------------------------

The precious metal in Gold Land Kingdom was called pure silver. The metal found in the half shifters kingdom was called the Ash steel. The metal Found in the Water Kingdom was called Liquid. The metal found in the Night Warrior's Kingdom was called God's bone. And finally, the metal found in the Sun Kingdom was called Heat steel. "I don't get what the difference is." I complained as I looked at the book I was reading and then turned my eyes to the silver Key in my hand.

He chuckled as he saw Alpha Troy blush. "Well, if Mr Liam lets him I'm sure Mrs Smith will want to be my wife. But, yeah, let's talk about that later!” Alpha Troy took out a pouch from his trouser pocket and then opened it. “This is rare gold, sir. I heard they are very expensive. Apart from its very high pure gold content, it is believed to have magical powers.” "Magical power?" Liam took and examined the gold. Its glow lit up his eyes, as the sun had just risen. "What do you mean, Alpha?"

We needed every advantage we could get, and a vague whisper of hope had reached me in the form of an ancient legend. According to the old stories passed down through generations, Silverwood Falls was home to a hidden relic of immense power. This relic, if found, could tip the balance in our favor—or doom us all if misused. The legends were cryptic, their truths obscured by time, but they hinted at the relic's potential to either save our town or destroy it.

“You’re staring, Evelyn.” “There’s… a lot of gold,” I say in awe. She blinks at me, confused. “Yes?” I hesitate. In the East, gold is controlled. Stored. Counted. Protected. Only for the rich. It is power, locked behind doors and guarded by men who would kill for it. Here, it sits in the open air. Unguarded. “There’s a lot of it.” She blinks. “There’s always a lot of it.” I shift my weight, adjusting my hold on the baby. “Where does it come from?”

In my previous life, this group of gold diggers was so infatuated with Jack's identity as the ‘genuine heir’ that they even conspired to kill me to please him. In this new life, the first thing I did was get in touch with them and show them evidence proving I was the true heir, thereby proving them wrong. When they saw the childhood photo of Jack and me, they could not help but mock, "How dare he say he was handsome since childhood! Which part of his body hasn't he done work on?"

What’s ghost? It’s what happens when you bleach old wood, he said. It doesn’t go white. It goes — elsewhere. She picked up one of the legs he’d been shaping, turned it in her hands. The wood was warm. It fit the palm unexpectedly well. Who taught you this? she said. My grandfather, he said. He had a furniture shop. It closed when I was twelve. I had a decade and a half of other plans before I figured out it was the only thing I actually wanted to do.