The not-immortal Blacksmith

The Not-Immortal Blacksmith Chapter 9.25 - Baker II

Jenni has been looking at me for a few minutes now after receiving a gold coin from a half blood who just bought out half of the bakery for the Demonia celebration of independence.

"Jenni, why are you staring at me like that?" I asked.

"Um, sorry Max, it's just that the picture on this coin is the spitting image of you." Jenni said, walking over to me. "It's called a 'Golden Heretic', the biggest coin in Demonia. It's worth 3 standard gold coins."

I took the coin and looked at it. "Okay, that is really weird, it does look just like...me." I wince. Shit. I may have to abandon the shop before I've finished learning everything. I search through my coin purse. "Would you mind if I buy it off the store? I kinda want to keep this."

"That's fine. 3 gold and a copper for the money changing fee." Jenni replies.

"You really know how to make extra money, don't you." I say, handing over the coins.

"Thanks Max!" Jenni says, placing my coins in the register.

I look more closely at the Golden Heretic. The front of the large coin has a good picture of my face in profile, the back has the words "The Heretic, May He Never Return". I'm going to have to go to Demonia once I'm done here and get to the bottom of this. It's more than a little embarrassing.

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Today was disturbing. The finding of the coin today was surprising. I am unsure how to handle this. I will look into it on my day off.

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More customers from Demonia today. I had to pay Jenni the money changers markup for all of them. The little thief. At least she doesn't pocket the extra coin, just puts them in the register where they belong.

Tomorrow is the Demonia Independence celebration. I will be glad when it's over.

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The Demonia peoples carried a statue of ME through the city! What the ever loving hell? I had nothing to do with it! I was just there to make sure the humans didn't get killed. I had to wear my cloak all day with the hood up. I'm beginning to dislike Demonia.

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A well dressed military courier from home stopped in to the shop today. He had a letter from the kid that is only about 2 weeks old. The courier will be awaiting my reply tomorrow morning at my lodgings. I have never had any 'Goat' problems, but I suspect god-fuckery. I'm glad the kid is surviving.

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My letter is sent, as well as a strongly worded letter to the army's commander. I hope this sort of thing doesn't become routine. I compensated the courier quite well in order to get the kid his reply as quickly as possible. I also sent a calling stone along so I won't be bothered like this again.

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Einar's next in line called me today in the middle of the morning rush, in order to introduce himself. I didn't chew him out for the interruption, and promised to visit sometime in the next decade or two.

TTFN