The Lord Of Coins Novels & Stories

When his palm was dazzled by two silver coins, he gasped for a low breath. “M-Milord, you have mistaken. I- I,” the vendor said with his eyes on the silver coin and cut short by Gabriel, “This lord doesn't do mistakes. The silvers to make my wife happy with your food. If you don't want to just pass them to someone else in exchange for coppers.”

“We have enough coins to bid. Are you afraid you might lose to a woman?” Someone snorts. The man—Lord Achilles — shoot daggers at the woman. “Let the best bidder win,” he mutters finally, his voice dripping with challenge. “Let the best bidder win,” the woman says, raising her transparent goblet half filled with a liquid that looks like blood. The bidding continues and bile rises up in my throat. Hearing their voices pile on each other bidding like I was a sacrificial lamb. “One thousand silver coins,” A very familiar voice thunders.

He almost scoffed audibly. The gold coin was a pretty thing. He pulled it from his pocket and surveyed it, letting it roll over his fingers. On one side was the face of the fourth king before king Criver, King Enuly, first of his name. The other held the insignia of the church: a circle with a flame in it. This was his prize. And would one day become his price.

He bowed again. Claps erupted from all over the courtroom as he stepped back. His son came forward to the position of the assistant royal secretary. I couldn't tell if they were clapping because of my judgement or because of his son. Lord Dacian winked at me with a scroll in his hand as he went back to his position. “There has been a recovery of fifty three thousand gold coins from a section of the Rogues that were attacked by the military.” Lord Dacian read from the scroll. “There is a dilemma on how to share the coins recovered.”

Fergus was the first to move, stepping slightly forward. Philip's expression remained unnervingly stiff, but the corners of his mouth curled into a sinister smile. "Even if it's one of the Five Emperor Coins, you'd still need to know how to use it, and do you know how to use it?" "One of the Five Emperor Coins?" Fergus' eyes widened slightly. For the first time, he realized the significance of the coin in Leon's hand. He had seen such items at exclusive auctions, where their rarity and historical significance commanded astronomical prices.

“I hope I don’t need to use it.” Dominic stuck his hand back into his wallet and pulled out five gold coins. He handed them to Leesa. “Just in case you need more money,” he said. “Be careful how you use these. They may draw attention.” Leesa stared at the beautiful gold coins. They were the size of silver dollars, with the face of some long dead ruler on the front. The gold alone would be worth a fortune, but she guessed the value of the coins surpassed even the value of the metal. The waziri had been collecting payment and treasure for ages. She thought the coins were probably payment for services rendered to some ancient kingdom. She would love one day to hear the stories behind Dominic’s

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.

“That is ridiculous, Cel’theren. What is so special about this one?” Beats me. I merely shrugged, folding my arms across my chest. “Guess you will have to find out, Baron.” “Well, color me intrigued.” He pulled out two more coins and set them beside the others. “But if she ends up not being worth it, I am getting a two-coin refund.” “Deal.” Footsteps echoed up the stairs, and another VIP emerged. A Merchant Lord, though I could not for the life of me remember his trade. Something about spices? Or rare metals? I did not care enough to place it.

"It doesn't matter. If I go back, I'll give you the money from selling those coins." "Wh-what?" Grace's eyes widened. Adro chuckled as he stared at her. "I'm a future king, remember? Those pieces of coin don't mean much to me." Wiping her droll, Grace grinned. "I forgot about that. But thanks for your kindness. I mean it." "It's nothing," Adro chuckled again. Then, the shop owner returned with all the gold and silver coins he had just checked for purity. "These are all pure gold and silver."

Already tired of the exchange and ready to get on with it, Rhye reached into his suit jacket and pulled out a small bag of coins. “You’ll take golden coins, I presume.” He tossed the bag at a sputtering beast, who had undoubtedly expected some form of human currency. The man’s mouth dropped open as he dumped the contents into his palm, the excess coins falling to chime against the dock. The pure-gold currency was embossed with the council crest and worth far more than the magical dust. “I believe that’s a generous offer,” he said flatly, watching the beast scramble for the fallen coins, tucking them all back into the black bag and holding it close.