One by one, the carriages rolled up before Renjiro, their wooden frames creaking under the weight of treasure.
Each was piled high with sturdy crates, brimming with gold coins that gleamed so fiercely they seemed to light up the air.
To Lyanna, standing beside the Elf King, it was like watching a dragon's dream come to life, Renjiro's eyes practically sparkled as he took it all in. She cleared her throat and gestured toward the haul.
"Your Majesty, you've got forty crates here. Each one's packed with a hundred thousand gold coins. That's four million, right on the nose."
Renjiro flicked his right hand with a casual grace.
The coins rose in a shimmering stream, glittering like a golden river as they flowed into his space ring.
It looked like he was stashing them away, but Lyanna didn't know the truth: the instant they vanished into the ring, some hidden system whisked them off.
