Chapter Sixty-Nine
It’s a room full of treasure. Actually, the word “room” doesn’t do it justice. It’s a stadium-sized vault packed to the brim with gold coins, gold bricks, platinum jewelry, diamonds, and other precious stones.
“Get him inside,” Isis says, and I help Nero walk into the place.
Once we’re in there, my brain has trouble coping with the literal mountain of wealth on display.
There’ve been rumors of something like this going around the office. Whispers of a room filled with gold. I always thought it was a joke meant to compare Nero to Scrooge McDuck, who was fond of swimming in a pool of gold.
But this is different. It reminds me of the treasure that Smaug—the dragon from the Hobbit—slept on.
As soon as Nero’s foot lands on the nearest gold coin, there appears to be a sp
