He counted out twelve gold coins and placed them on the bar with soft clinks.
Tessa stared at the coins, then at Julian, then back at the coins.
"Are you... are you serious?" she asked, her professional demeanor completely shattered by shock. "Mr. Julian, that's twelve gold. That's... that's more than most people make in months. You can't just—"
"I just did," Julian said with a smile. "Is there a problem?"
"No! No, of course not! It's just..." Tessa was flustered now, her cheeks burning red. "Nobody ever actually buys the Starfall Ambrosia! We keep it in stock because it looks impressive, but nobody's ordered it in the three years I've worked here!"
Julian smiled inwardly. Money meant nothing to him. Gold, silver, bronze—they were just metals, valuable only because societies agreed they were valuable. And those metals existed in every part of the cosmos.
Which meant that before leaving the Throne of Gods, Julian had done something very easy.
He created gold.
Lots of gold.
