Gold, gold, gold!
Gold coins clattering and rolling all over the floor!
At least a million of them, exquisitely minted and in absolutely pristine condition!
Minted by the Vias Commercial Federation, each one worth roughly two Ooh-ooh-call gold coins of the Gallic Empire on the market!
More than a million Vias gold coins rolled across the floor, their dazzling golden gleam making all the mercenary commanders present suck in a breath at once. Their bodies stiffened where they stood as they watched, half aghast and half reverent, the tide of gold pour from Aton's ring and become a golden flood that swallowed their feet.
Although the Mercenary Guild's mission hall was enormous, these adorable little golden disks still spread across a vast patch of floor. Their golden radiance tinted the entire hall pale gold—the color most capable of driving people mad in this world.
The commanders and other leaders of the Fang, Tempest, and Demon Fury Mercenary Corps all held their breaths.
Each of these three mercenary corps numbered around ten thousand men, with roughly fifty Heaven-ranked warriors and mages stationed in each. That was what had made them the three strongest mercenary corps in Port Vias.
Thanks to their formidable strength, they had always been able to secure all sorts of generously rewarded missions. But with so many people to support—food, drink, bodily needs, equipment maintenance, and more—not to mention that many mercenaries had wives and children to care for, the more the three corps earned, the more they spent. Take Slade, the Bloody Fang Swordsman and commander of the Fang Mercenary Corps: the gold coins he had on hand had never exceeded ten thousand!
The commander of a mercenary corps ten thousand strong, a man with one foot in the Saint realm, had fewer than ten thousand gold