The Lords Coins Aren T Decreasing 소설 & 이야기

"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

“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.”