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

he murmured. "It’s not," Cheryl nodded, her webbed fingers popping the lockbox open to reveal three jagged, midnight-black stones that throbbed with a faint, violet luminescence. "It’s the currency of the Deep Trenches. The maritime empires don't trade in gold, Vance. They trade in power. If the Queen introduces these stones into the western markets as a sovereign-backed imperial script, the Dawn-Gild's gold bars will become completely worthless on our shores within a week."

The old man lowered his voice and whispered, "Babbit has a hundred thousand gold coins. That's more than ten times the eight thousand gold coins held by the richest man in Walker Town, Jona!" Hearing this, Wilbur found it amusing. Compared to a hundred thousand gold coins, eight thousand was indeed much less. However, in Earth's dimension, monetary units had already reached billions, and here it was only ten thousand. Wilbur suddenly felt an illusion that the middle realm seemed even more backward than the lower realm. But then he thought, perhaps the value of gold coins in the middle dimensions was very high, which is why having ten thousand gold coins made someone the richest. However, to

5,000 gold coins can only be exchanged into 1 mage coin! [Woah! That is one grossly overcharging practice. It is daylight robbery to charge that amount of money for single coin.] " I never thought that learning magic is a money-burning course!!!"

It echoed all around, and traveled outside, where many in the gathered crowds could hear. “And those are the pointed facts regarding the Imperial Treasury,” he said, somewhere in the middle of his speech. “Not only is the empire running out of denarii, but the value of the denarius is plummeting. Remember, this time last year, it cost thirty-three denarii to exchange for one aureus. Today, that number is now forty-seven. “When we first introduced the coin, the exchange rate was locked at twenty-five to one. Locked! We simply cannot allow this trend to continue. If our currency falls, so does the empire.”

100 Credits is and equivalent to 1 gold coin, which is a lavish rewards that a commoner can get. Aeternum actually didn’t lose much in this endeavour, after all, the amount of gold coins and treasures that pocketed in the war, secretly, was more than enough to cover the whole expense that I used to reward the voluntary army. My plan was fairly simple, it was to make Aeternum Image as holier and benevolence more than ever. Knowing those nobles, they would probably barely rewarded the Voluntary army, probably they would mostly give the soldiers a sack of wheat and send them packing home and that was it.

— Geegee was busy helping the housekeeping staff get ready for the Winter Solstice party, leaving me no choice but to take Sarah up on her offer. I picked up a copper coin that had a Lycan head on each side. Something about the coin drew me to it. Maybe it was because the head looked like Xavier’s Lycan-form. “Oh, great choice dear.” The elderly shop clerk cooed. I looked up at her with a smile. “That is a rare piece you have there.” “Oh?” I looked at her quizzically. “When King Xavier took over the throne they made 20 pieces in honor of him. Unfortunately, a lot of them were lost. But I found this one and knew it would be perfect for the shop. It’s supposed to bring prosperity and luck.”

Now, however, things have changed, as Péngyǒu wants to study at an Ivy League university after he graduates from The only certainty is the 1891 Morgan silver dollars stacked in a shoebox at the back of the closet—more than a thousand of them as of last count. Péngyǒu knows from having leafed through old issues of the coin specialist magazine Coinages at the pharmacy that the price of Morgans is not the same; in fact, it is rising, where according to the magazine, inflation and global uncertainty are dictating the market for gold and silver coins. Her first idea was to sell enough coins (maybe in Portland, more likely in Boston) so she thought about how to explain the origin of the money only

Betty’s hands trembled slightly as she fastened the clasps at Emilia’s back, and Emilia couldn’t help but notice her nervousness. “Relax, Betty,” she said gently. “You’re doing well.” Betty blushed, nodding quickly. “Thank you, Your Highness.” Once she was dressed, Matron Isla gestured to a silver circlet resting on a velvet pillow. “Shall I place your coronet, Your Highness?” Emilia hesitated, the sight of the intricate piece making her stomach twist. It was beautiful, but it felt like another layer of distance between herself and her old life. “No,” she said softly. “Not today.”

No one would dare bid against her. The emerald necklace—my family’s legacy—landed in her hands too. After that, I barely heard the next few items. The rules said we couldn’t leave early, so I sat still, my body present but my mind was far away. Zoe huffed beside me, irritation sharp in her voice. “That’s 360 million Moon Coins gone in one night. He spends like he’s allergic to saving. All for that blonde vixen.” I didn’t answer. There was nothing left to say.

“His family has owned the land by the toll bridge to the Common Lands for ages, and his granddaughter is the seventh mistress, Lady Isolde.” The old man stepped forward with a bow. “Your Highness,” he greeted Kylan before he let his eyes travel to me. “And the royal mate.” He pulled a small silver coin from his pocket. “One of the very first Lyperian coins ever made. It belonged to my great-great-grandfather.” I couldn’t accept that. “I can’t—” Kylan nudged my shoulder. “She can’t thank you enough for your generosity. Thank you, Lord Eddrick!”