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

"Yes...Missing. My apologies, madam." "One thousand nine hundred," Amber declared, unwavering. "Two thousand!" Isis barked, her hands gripping the edge of the table. Amber sighed. "Seven thousand Upland coins." She declared. Silence. Deafening, awe-struck silence. A collective gasp moved through the room like a breeze. Even the chandeliers seemed to stand still. Wieland blinked. “I… I seriously doubt anyone would challenge that.” No one did. The applause came like thunder—one by one, then all at once. People stood. Even the royals rose from their seats, nodding in respect. Isis leaned back in her chair, defeated. Rhea looked stunned.

Like ancient curses, they spread with the use and constant switching of their targets, which constantly changed hands, leaving a trail of accidents and traumatized people, sometimes trapped in pits and sometimes trapped under stairs, simple as that. That was the exchange of three damn gold coins from the dynasty of the former emperor that was in their tombs, now stolen and floating around. The damn coins that were three each time they were exchanged by one person, moving on to the next, and on and on, in which they were exchanged consecutively in different places and directions for several weeks, by several people, over and over again, ran across China. Kagome was walking along these streets

“You let another artifact slip through your damn fingers?” “Father, please,” Agness murmured, trying to steady me as she gently tugged me back down into my chair. I sighed, long and heavy, the frustration crawling under my skin like fire ants. Running a hand through my long white beard, I finally sank into the seat, chest still heaving. “Do you even understand what those cursed coins can do?” I slammed both hands on the table, the sharp crack echoing like a gunshot. “Forget the rest—those coins can—”

He waved over a younger globin who wheeled in a double-edged silver sword. “B-behold, a sword that d-drains the blood of anyone who s-tands against it.” The globin revealed its potential. “And it goes for five thousand gold coins.” Lord Orc raised his hand, his armpit sprouting with overgrown hair. “Five thousand gold coins!” Another brute voice rose from the back. “Six thousand gold coins!” “I have eight thousand!” Someone growled behind Aetherion, startling the young king’s fearsome heart. Kaelric wasn't intimidated by tense power dynamics as fights never ensued during an auction—but a king's body would be found cold on his way back.

“Yes, 30,000 coins in gold every week.” The King scoffed out a laugh, “30,000 coins?" She nodded her head sullenly, despite her reddening ears. He didn't know what to say. "I would be less offended by this demand if you admit you have no knowledge of currency. A knight takes 30 silver coins a month and an average household is run on 10 Gold coins a year.” Laylin was shocked but she was quick to control her expression. "So what?" She stubbornly persisted.

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.

We will pay the tuition fee again and the promise-sorry note is not possible. I just thought that it was already hurting my head. 8,000 silver coins per exam. A silver coin is called a silver coin when it does not reach 20,000, but when it exceeds, it is called a gold coin. There is also a bronze coin, and that is 1,000 below.

"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."

"No, that's not right. Mr. Veron and Benjamin have also joined in. If an upset happens, the money will be split three ways. "Oh, right. What about the coins? They want to see the coins as a guarantee." Sebastian said, "When you were gone, I've arranged for someone to bring some coins over. They will be here soon." Benjamin said, "Doesn't the Chadler family have a lot of gold? I'll borrow your coins. I'll give you back the coins with interest." Asher immediately smiled. "By interest, do you mean according to a monthly interest? Or according to an annual interest rate?

A king could never reign without the support of his nobles. A large pouch full of coins was thrown on the table in a room illuminated by just a mana fueled lamp. A low-class magitek gadget that was rather easily disseminated through the kingdom. The bearded man seated observed the pouch without moving to take it as he observed the black-clothed man in front of him. "Hundred Gold lust coins." The bearded man breathed sharply, the scar on his face wriggling as he tried to control his jaw from hanging open. Lust coins were the currency of Lustburg.