The Lord's Coins Aren't Decreasing Novels & Stories

“110M gold coins!” When the first private room bidded, a lot of people backed out. Because they now have zero percent chance to win the bid. “120M gold coins!” The royalties from the East Kingdom shouted. “150M!” When the West Kingdom representative shouted that, more people backed out. 150,000,000 gold coins are too hard to get for them. Nevertheless, the guilds, highest forces, and royalties of every country are still fighting.

Luckily I could still hear them although not clearly but I could certainly make out their words. My eyebrows furrowed at the mention of a coin, what coin was that? “My King, it was at the Moonstone pack the last time I was able to trace it. I traced it to the rebel army but then suddenly the head of the rebel army disappeared into thin air.” My face paled and my eyes widened. Were they talking about 'that coin’? I asked myself. “Of course, they were, silly? What other coin could have been in Moonstone pack and do you think the mention of the rebel army was a coincidence? I asked myself.

The coins changed into the formation of Nine and Eight in midair. All who were present watched this scene in amazement. Those who walked the path of the occult and mysticism were all very impressive. Marlee could not look away. While she believed in science, what was unfolding before her was a testament to how terrifying these people could be. Harvey narrowed his eyes, but he was not that interested. The coins that the Earl of Treasures used were pretty good. It was most likely a treasure passed down through generations. The only issue was that the way he controlled it was not that impressive.

Marcus asked, handling coins Cornelius drew from a hidden pouch. "Forty percent base metal, with enough silver added to fool casual inspection," the merchant replied. "But those that work with precious metals on a daily basis can tell the difference. Word has spread through the merchant channels - Kael's coinage is not as good as the metal that it bears." Captain Nara leaned forward in interest. "And his merchants?"

"The pressure... it is too high. The stamping mechanism... the die is cracking. If we rush this, the coins will be malformed. They will look like play money." "I don't care if they look like chocolate coins," I snapped, my voice cutting through the roar of the machinery. "I need two million units by dawn. The soldiers are already gathering in the courtyard. They have weapons, they have ammunition, and they have empty stomachs. If you don't give them something to take home to their families, they aren't going to take orders. They're going to take this castle." "But the exchange rate!" A Treasury squeaked from behind a stack of ledgers. "A gold coin worth a thousand dollars? It’s unheard of! W

I retorted back, somehow feeling slightly embarrassed. Clairmont huffed smugly. “Some premise, like that tavern we went to, doesn’t accept this gold coin because of fear that they might not have the adequate balance to give back. That’s why this gold coin is only used by the richest among the rich.” He then laid down again. “Then…” Okay, I get that he has the money, but was throwing away his money like that necessary? If we were to talk about the amount of gold coins that he tossed earlier, I could buy a better house to stay compared to my small apartment room.

“However, is this enough? The Baron offered gold coins, while I could only offer a silver one.” Of course, it was his way to taunt the arrogant Baron. Everyone who knew the Clandestine currency could tell that a big silver coin which is equivalent to 1000 shekels had more value than 10 small gold coins. “I’m a noble!” The Baron exclaimed. “Forgive my intrusion, Baron Wyeth,” Bernard said politely as he slightly bowed his head. “I am just merely running a business meant for the commoners and peasants. Of course, I could use my authority to favor some customers but you know too well that I only favor those who can pay better.”

It detailed rock layers below the ground. “Our northern mines…” I said slowly, opening my eyes. “The Vein of Loras. It’s… played out. The yield has been artificially maintained for the last two years by processing lower and lower grade ore. The reports have been falsified. The guilds know it. They want the Arcadian silver because in six months, our own supply will collapse and the price will triple. They’re positioning themselves to make a fortune.” A silence followed. For the first time, a whole stream of words had come out at once, aimed right at him. Not even a blink. His face stayed still - yet something shifted behind his gaze: sudden clarity, like light catching a blade edge.

I asked. "The truth is my lady, the large silver coin didn't come from the Master. It's from the money, the old duke left Butler Gervis. The old duke might have foreseen that your father would not give you enough money. We did receive 5 medium silver coins from him but with that amount we could barely afford the food the chef had prepared." Carmella explained. Medium silver coins? Large silver coins? How much are those worth?!

He's got the feeling that he might have to give the ice cream back. "This is a 12th century Queen Josephina gold coin... and King Romanov silver shillings... the rest are all silver... and is that a gold Benjamine?! There are only about 10 known pieces left in the entire Empire!" she poked through the pile, "And there are 2 pieces here!" "Is that good or bad?" asked Dorin, licking on his drippy cone. "Let me pay for your ice cream." Agate pulled out a piece of colored paper from her purse and handed it to Mr. Bayer who was still staring at the coins with wide-open eyes.