What Was Gol D Roger's Bounty Novels & Stories

“Stupid, can the guild's bounty be so easily obtained? The prey this time, is not only worth several hundred gold coins. If possible, bring all its documents to the headquarters. At the very least, this should be worth more than a thousand gold coins.” Speaking of this, from the depths of the scar-faced man's eyes, a few greedy parts could not help but reveal. In fact, gold for any hunter, has an irresistible attraction. Even the scar-faced guy is no exception.

I was hoping the words didn't mean what they seemed to mean. There was a list of names. Locations. Prices. Bounties. At the top. My kids. The room seemed to spin. The scout's voice sounded away. "We found it near the border," he said. I kept staring at the page. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't look away. Because there was a reward in writing. Not for information. Not for capture. For delivery. Alive. The amount of gold attached to their names was higher than any bounty I'd ever seen.

I hugged Elvie and watched from my bedroom tower window as they spent three hours hauling precious items. “Last one, it’s the big one!” Beldon cried, now completely wasted and tottering around. Most of the other Rogues had gone to bed, he was watching every single item surface, whooping as he wrote down weights and quality. Slowly, the groans of the men audible even from my third storey window saw a huge mound of gold. It had ears, a snout, and a long lupine body. A huge golden wolf almost as tall as me. “THAT’S THE JACKPOT!” Beldon roared. “Get it boxed and on that truck! We can sort the rest out tomorrow, I want that packing up now, no damage at all!”

replied Ezra. He then smiled bitterly and continued, "But things don't seem to be going well, considering that the dark web was lawless to begin with. It is both an extremely dark and cruel place. I remember seeing a bounty on one of the Rothschild family members decades ago… It was an S-rank bounty just like yours, and the bounty… was 800 million dollars.

"Exactly. I apologize for misleading you all into thinking this was standard payroll. Those gold coins weren't corporate bonuses—they were a private mafia tribute. It was my family's untraceable protection money, given to keep you safe and wealthy. But since you prefer supermarket poultry over syndicate loyalty, I'm done. From now on, you get the bare-minimum legal gifts. Not a single coin from my private vault will ever touch this floor again." On Beatrice’s live feed, the chat section completely fractured as reality set in for the viewers. 【Wait, hold on... so the "Scrooge Boss" was actually handing out solid gold bullion coins?!】 【Ten real gold coins for a holiday bonus?! That’s like thou