Novel & Cerita The Golden Touch Midas Story

she quickly added, "but that's what makes it cool." Oh, yeah. I also don't have the best reputation. But I'm over that. I'm starting anew, right? "Yeah, sure." I shifted uncomfortably in my seat and cleared my throat. "So, I've overheard them talking about the last personal object from the Great Witch. A golden trinket. They're going to use it in their ritual to have a stronger connection with her, in order to make this impossible ritual possible," I uttered. When no one spoke, I continued, "This golden trinket is somewhere in the world. And they're determined to find it."

"Its name should be Nirvana. Looking at it, it really looks like a piece of heaven has come to earth." Bishop Eloise laughed to hear her, thanking in her heart. She said, "This city was surrounded by five silver water lakes that were made with different metals. The largest of the five was called the Golden Lake because it was filled with gold ore. The second one had copper ore on it. The third one was made of silver ore. The fourth one had iron ore, and the fifth was made of diamond ores. It had a lot of people living here, and they had very different customs. Everyone from different races lived here. It was a wonderful place."

"Its name should be Nirvana. Looking at it, it really looks like a piece of heaven has come to earth." Bishop Eloise laughed to hear her, thanking in her heart. She said, "This city was surrounded by five silver water lakes that were made with different metals. The largest of the five was called the Golden Lake because it was filled with gold ore. The second one had copper ore on it. The third one was made of silver ore. The fourth one had iron ore, and the fifth was made of diamond ores. It had a lot of people living here, and they had very different customs. Everyone from different races lived here. It was a wonderful place."

“Believe it or not, the so-called superpowers of the world are superpowers because of us. And the incredible thing is, they don’t even care who we are, what we are and what we do. They are all just after their power. That’s all. So, we used this to our advantage and we waited, and we waited, and we waited. We kept producing goods and making profit in the black market. We waited seven years for our chance. This Golden Leaf is the chance we have been waiting for. A few days ago our scientists made a discovery that this particular Golden Leaf has a special chemical that allows us to reproduce, replicate and mould it into whatever we want. My scientists told me that within just ten days, we coul

He roared, "Stop wasting time! It's Bone-Rotting Elixir, and the only thing that can save me is golden juice. Just get me the golden juice, now!" Kaden hesitated, looking stunned. "Golden juice? Are you sure that's the cure, Mr. Golding?" Elon glared at him, his anger boiling over. "Of course, I'm sure! Do you think I'd joke about my own life? Just get me the damn golden juice, and once I'm safe, I'm going to make that little bastard pay for this!" Kaden still did not move, his face filled with hesitation. "Mr. Golding, I'm afraid this poison might be… better left untreated."

It was filled with sacred water, and a heavy silver coin which sat at the bottom. "The Silver Touch," the High Priest announced. "If a fated mate touches the Princess while under the influence of the sacred silver, the Moon’s power will react. Know this, the truth cannot be hidden." Nathan grabbed my hand and forced me to stand beside the bowl. "Every high-ranking guard," Nathan ordered, his voice echoing. "Every warrior in the inner circle step forward. Touch the silver, then touch her hand." The line started. One by one, they began to come forward. They'd dipped their fingers into the silver bowl and then pressed their hand against mine. Nothing.

"She was begging for my help, and I pushed her away! All because of your lies!" Melora turned blue. She struggled wildly. Artemis pulled his crazed wife away. But his eyes looking at Melora were as cold as death. Zale stood up slowly. The pressure of the Sea God crashed down on Melora like a mountain. "Melora." His voice was a low rumble, like a judgment passed in the depths of Tartarus. "You took the Golden Apple. You killed Kressa." "No!" Melora shook her head wildly. "I really needed that apple!"

And in the center, sitting on a throne of solid platinum, was the boss. He was twenty feet tall. A golem made of polished brass and gold plate. His eyes were burning furnaces. BOSS: GRAND TREASURER MIDAS. "INTRUDERS!" the boss roared, its voice a metallic screech that shook the virtual room. "MY GOLD IS MINE ALONE! THE POOR DESERVE TO STARVE!" "Not anymore, tin can!" Tank shouted. "Aggro engaged!" He fired a flare at the boss's face. Midas roared and stepped off the throne, the floor shaking with every step.