Novel & Cerita The Merchant Of Venice

"Five hundred silver per catty is a steal! It's practically a gift from the Moon Goddess herself!" "Five hundred is a highway robbery," I scoffed, turning on my heel with a dramatic flourish. "Come on, Themistocles. We're leaving." Themistocles Drakon stood beside me with a faint, amused crease between his dark brows. A High Alpha Merchant Lord of his stature did not bargain. He bought entire shipping fleets without blinking. Having a rejected moonborn heiress drag him into a petty street spat over dirt-covered shellfish was an absolute blow to his pride, yet he didn't pull away.

Chapter 24 _______ Third person Point of View Mariah woke up again to her body being lifted up gently. She opened her eyes and saw that she was near a river. "We are just stopping for a rest. There is another 2 days journey before we reach Venice." The merchanter said. "Why are we going to Venice?" Mariah asked timidly and the merchanter almost felt sorry for the little girl. She was clearly still young. "what's your name, little one?" The merchanter asked her. He did not seem like a bad guy and Mariah was hopeful that he would send her back. Although she was not on good terms with the king, at least she was safe with him.

"Damn it, I'm in trouble. I don't think these clowns are going to pay for it either." The shopkeeper points at Lucia and Clarisse, "how about those two? Aren't they with you?" Zane gasps… Lucia walks forward and drops exactly the amount told by the shopkeeper. She then says, "there you go, mister. Apologies, my master here is quite broke," Lucia kindly and gently said. The shopkeeper came to his senses and was surprised, "Lu-Lucia Monesy?! And...and Cla-Clarisse Krix?! The battlemage of Etheria and the knight of Esperia! A pleasure to meet you! I'm Grucius," the shopkeeper bowed.

While not letting them out of her eyes, she took her purse out of the folds of her skirt, opened it, and slowly poured all the shiny gold coins contained in it on top of the pile of jewelry. The merchants eyes followed each falling coin, his heart beating louder with each chink when the coins hit the jewelry below, rebounded, and fell down again. He may have seen this much gold before, in the markets, from afar. But never had it been in his reach. And this sound! It was the sound of heaven awaiting him! He held his breath to hear it even clearer. Jack on the side snickered into his beard as he saw the bald head of the merchant turning bright red with greed. Continue dreaming! This lady of mi

Then he kissed his wife, who answered with a sweet smile and came out like a knight of the Holy Order at the door of the salon, from darkness to light, from sadness to joy, like a true nobleman full of parental love to his scent, the heir to the titles parents, a knight, strong in his father's court or among the great ladies who were ashamed of the brilliance of this demigod, but a vulnerable spider on the field of honor, crushed in his great duels by the great trumpets of the show, amazed by the swords that fluttering in flashes and a baltag like a mad cyclops hitting his chest, so well ends a volume of romantic stories in blood and death, but only now reveal the actors and the beautiful ar

“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.

He smiled mischievously. "I want to go back home to my husband please, just call my husband whatever he owes you. He will pay once you tell him your price." "What if the price I want from him, is you?" "Me? No, it can not be me, please. I only have eyes for one person, and that is not you." Even though Don Pedro's face was nothing to behold, Ravenna wasn't scared to out rightly reject him. "No one rejects me, Little Miss." "Then I will be the first. "

"I see Matthew has finally left. He can run very fast when he’s scared." "Who is this?" she demanded, her heart hammering. "How do you know my name?" "My name is Romeo," the man said. "Your boyfriend has something that belongs to me. Something very, very expensive. He thought he could run away from his debt, but he forgot to take his most valuable prize with him." Emmanuella’s hand started to shake. "I don't know what you’re talking about. Matthew is just an accountant. He's a regular guy."

“You’re joking.” “I don’t joke about business.” He tapped the envelope once. “Eighteen months. In exchange, what’s inside belongs to you.” I stared at him for a long second before reaching for it. “Before you open it,” he said quietly, “understand that once you do, I’ll need your answer tonight.” I should’ve left but instead, I opened the envelope. The number inside made the first cheque look small. I slowly lowered the paper and looked back at Drake Javier. Is he that serious?!

We found him at his shop, opening up for the day. Tim knocked on the door. The merchant opened it, saw us, and immediately tried to close it again. Tim put his foot in the doorway. "We need to talk." "I don't have anything to say to you," the merchant said nervously. "You owe the Riverside Clan three hundred pieces of silver," I said, stepping forward. "We're here to collect." "I don't have it." "Find it," Tim said. His voice was stern. Cold. "I can't…"