Damn coins. The mystery of funeral coins The most expensive favor was for girls of easy virtue in London - about £2, in the ports the prices were much lower - the girls were called twopenny

Treasure hunting video greetings to everyone from the remote Russian hinterland.
Today is Friday the 13th. This post has been long overdue, I promised for a long time - I’m doing it. Mysticism in search of treasures! In general, everything is as usual. One video. Below there will be an accompanying story on the topic of digging.

And so, I did not intend to open a Ren-TV branch here, but nevertheless the video (in the second half) turned out to be mystical. Fairy tale or legend, true story or my fantasy, it’s up to you to decide. But as Yankovsky’s best hero said, “Yes, understand, Baron Munchausen is famous not for the fact that he flew or did not fly, but for the fact that he does not lie.” So I have long wanted to make this video and write a corresponding story. In general, Mysticism. Sitting at home on the sofa, you can feel its whiff only when watching a good horror movie at night, but alas, they don’t make those anymore. But being somewhere in an abandoned village, which is no longer on the maps. Watching the sunset, standing between an old creaky birch tree and the ruins of a manor estate, it is at such moments that a light breeze can greatly excite your imagination. It becomes especially creepy when you are alone and you know for sure that there is not a single living soul within a radius of ten kilometers. So it seems like that, but then it gets dark and you hear small twigs breaking under someone’s leisurely and heavy tread...

There is a belief that treasures protect the souls of deceased owners. They cannot part with their treasures even while in the next world. And if because of this gold they were also destroyed during their lifetime, then the treasure will definitely be cursed and will not be given to the new owner just like that. To do this, you either have to give something or be there at the right time and under the right circumstances. Otherwise you can perish. This story is a continuation of the video. So it’s probably better to watch it first and then read it. There will be spoilers below.

To say that I was afraid that time would be an understatement. Any treasure hunter on expeditions has days when you literally feel all the pristineness and incomprehensible beauty of nature. You feel some kind of unity and alienation at the same time. You feel someone's presence. Digging enthusiastically in the twilight, and especially at night, you perceive reality through the prism of some ancient instincts, at the level of the sixth sense.
You say - I don’t understand, why dig at night? Why are you digging up cemeteries there? Damn marauders!
No, I don’t pick around graves, God forbid. It’s just that sometimes you get so carried away by searching in the middle of nowhere that you forget about everything in the world. The finds are endless, the further you go into the forest, the older the crosses you come across and sometimes you grab handfuls of coins from a hole. Well, how can I stop here?

In the process of successful COP, time flies quickly. Whack and it’s already getting dark. And you suddenly realize that you got carried away and didn’t notice how you reached the edge of some swampy thicket. The fog begins to slowly creep towards your feet. In almost pitch darkness, you begin to lose your bearings. In a panic, you walk to the left, then speed up your step to the right. But in the end, you either spin in place or go even deeper into the dense forest. Suddenly you hear the crunch of branches and someone’s careful steps. With your peripheral vision you notice some movement in the bushes to the right. You turn around sharply, but it’s as if something has eluded you into the fog. You listen. There seems to be complete silence. Suddenly there was a distinct rustling sound again, only to the left and closer. You begin to slowly back away, beads of sweat running down your face. One step, another. A light crunch comes even closer. You turn your head and see the second sparkle of someone’s eyes. In a panic, you manage to take a couple more steps back and suddenly suddenly your back rests against someone’s body! It's trying to grab you with its hairy arms! You jump, turn around, look into the darkness with your eyes wide open in horror and...
And you see a fluffy spruce in the middle of the edge. It's you who ran into it. A meter away from you, a hedgehog slowly crawls out of the bushes and runs on about its business. The moon emerging from behind the clouds illuminates an absolutely empty clearing.

Yes, fear has big eyes. But not everything can always be attributed to your imagination and the forces of nature. I already told you how 7 years ago I was lucky enough to find several gold coins in an abandoned village. I have always been and will be sure that there is still a lot of gold there, but going there alone is very dangerous. And it’s pointless for not one. How many times have I gone there with my partner and there were zero finds. But if you go alone, it’s as if the abandoned place deliberately reveals its secrets to you, gradually luring you deeper and deeper into the forest thicket.

In this place there is a strong feeling that it has two owners. One is ready to share countless treasures with you, the other, on the contrary, does everything so that you never set foot on his land again. The epicenter of evil is located between an old rickety hut and a centuries-old, long-dried birch tree. This house once stood at the entrance to the village; now it is the edge of a dense forest. There is a dry pond nearby. The hut was built on bones. Before her, there was a merchant’s estate here, but it burned down in a terrible fire. According to rumors, many people died then, including almost the entire family of the owner of the ancient estate. Only one person survived; I’ll tell you about him a little later.

I spent a lot of time in local archives trying to find out all the details of that terrible tragedy. Alas, there are literally grains of reliable information. One of the legends says that on that same old birch tree, a merchant hanged his unfaithful wife and burned down the house out of jealousy. According to another version, she drowned herself in that very pond next to the estate, after he killed her child. No matter how life was, the fact remains that the rich Nikolsky family was interrupted almost 200 years ago after a terrible fire.

If you think that after successful finds I never came there again, then you are mistaken. I tried three times. He came during the day and did a lot of digging. Nothing, just one small thing. I was resting sitting on a tree stump and thinking - maybe it’s all about certain circumstances? After all, twice I found gold here, literally on the surface! Maybe one of the key success factors is complete loneliness and the right time of day? But I still didn’t dare wait until dusk and especially night. Every time it started to get dark, a terrible wind rose. Everything around begins to creak, groan and rustle. A couple of times I thought I heard someone’s hoarse breathing in the bushes. Maybe it was a wild boar, of which there are many, but I wasn’t going to check it out. He ran into the car and drove away, desperately squeezing his slippers to the floor.

But one day I finally plucked up the courage and decided to go to the night COP again. He put the metal detector in his backpack, for some reason took an ax and a gas canister - as if they could help in the fight against ghosts, and went to long trip. I sat in the hotel for a long time, nervously smoked, waited until 4 p.m. and went to my mysterious village. When leaving the weather was clear. But as soon as I turned onto the dirt road, a strong wind immediately blew. Somewhere on the horizon clouds were gathering, I added gas. I wasn't going to stop this time! I get there, take out a shovel and a metal detector as I go, and plug in my headphones so that I don’t hear anything unnecessary. The strong wind is causing leaves to fall everywhere, the sun is hiding behind the clouds, but I walk with a firm gait towards the dry pond.

Half an hour of nerves wasted. It's starting to get dark. Suddenly some inner instinct tells me that you are digging in the wrong place. I put on my headlamp and walk towards the ravine. I break through steep slopes with a metal detector and suddenly a weak but pleasant signal 26-28 is heard. Again, like that time! I go down and start raking coastline at your feet. It doesn’t work right away; the shovel gets stuck among pieces of logs and fragments of bricks.
Suddenly, somewhere to the side, an unpleasant crunch of branches is heard. I take off my headphones, turn around, but see only the edge of the house with empty window sockets. Suddenly the wind dies down and I hear the characteristic crunch of breaking slate under someone’s feet. There's clearly someone in the house! Some loud swarming begins in the hut extension. I stand neither alive nor dead. I turn off the flashlight. Some shadow slides from the barn through the bushes and clearly in my direction! Suddenly, a meter away from me, an angry roar is heard from the dense hogweed! At that same second, the edge of the ravine crumbles with a roar at my feet. Not remembering myself from horror, throwing the shovel, I run to the car. I stumble, fall, lose the metal detector, run to the car and turn the ignition keys! Silence, the car won't start. I pray to all the gods and try to start it again, something is approaching the car from the side, but my car has finally started and I’m going full speed ahead!

In the morning I return there with my partner. Thank God my MD and no one took the shovel. But my backpack apparently first sank under a landslide, and then someone or something took it out and tore it to shreds. The remains of food supplies lay on the freshly sprinkled earth. The marks were very well imprinted on it. Huge paws of either a large dog or a wild wolf.

I left that same day. And just recently I learned that the merchant’s youngest son survived that fire. His further fate is very vague and is lost somewhere in the Moscow region. It just so happened that now my last name is Vorontsov. But once upon a time, one of my great-great-great-grandfathers bore the surname Nikolsky and he was from exactly those regions. Sometimes I think, what if I am a distant descendant of that same merchant? And he simply does not want to share his gold with anyone. But his wife, on the contrary, gives me some hints every time. No, it’s nonsense - you say? I probably agree, but for some reason every year at the end of autumn I involuntarily remembered their terrible story. Anyway, the other day I realized one more thing. The day when good finds come into hand at that place and the date of the death of the family strangely coincide! Besides, I was the only one who found gold there. I know that my local partner tried to dig up everything around more than once, but to no avail. The most he found were copper coins stuck together and an old bronze candlestick. If he were lucky, he would definitely talk drunkenly.

As I already said in the video, I found the remains of that house by accident; construction work was going on nearby, and a bulldozer went through the once lush apple orchard. Builders were clearing the site for power poles. The trouble is that they simply raked the entire top layer of earth into an old dried-up pond or, worse, into a large ravine nearby. I followed in the footsteps of their technology 7 years ago. Now everything there is completely overgrown with weeds. In place of the pond, a small hill has formed, not in the place of the estate, hogweed and nettles. I don’t know if I’ll be able to find anything this time or if it will be another empty trip, in any case, this weekend I’m going to my abandoned village again. I'll be digging at sunset. I hope everything goes well and I can make another interesting report on the treasure hunting topic. That's all. Happy Friday everyone, even the 13th, have a nice weekend friends and enjoy your viewing!
P.S. You can treat what is written above in different ways: what is a fairy tale and what is reality, the mysticism of fate or just a series of coincidences, it’s up to you to decide. In any case, if you like this story, I will write on such topics periodically. I know there are a lot of treasure hunters here. I want to ask you a question - have you encountered mysticism while searching for treasures?

If in any crossword puzzle you come across the question “What was the name of pirate money?”, then, undoubtedly, without even counting the number of letters, you will say: piastres. Piasters are primarily associated with pirates due to cultural and artistic influences, and historically they were just as popular among pirates as any other coin of any value. Let's look at what kind of money the pirates came across in their loot and what they were.

Piasters

Piaster was also called the Spanish peso. This coin was minted from silver and weighed about 25 grams. The coin depicted Pillars of Hercules, that's why piastre was also called pillar dollar or piastrome with columns. In the East, piastre had a more laconic name - colonato. Nowadays, the piastre should not be written off; now it plays the role of a unit of exchange for 1/100 of Egyptian, Jordanian, Lebanese, Syrian, Sudanese and South Sudanese pounds.

Doubloons

The first doubloon (translated as “double”, hence the name) was a Spanish gold coin with a face value of 2 escudos. Minting of the coin began in 1566 and continued until 1849. Doubloons were widespread not only in Europe, but also in the New World. It was the doubloon that served as the prototype for the creation of many other European coins in other countries. During the colonization of the New World, the doubloon played the role assigned to the dollar in our time - it was considered the reserve currency. For this reason, a large number of coins were hidden. Later, this fact of savings gave rise to many stories about pirate treasures, in which this particular type of coin often appears.

Escudo

Escudo is a Spanish gold coin. Minting years: 1535-1833. The first coinage was made in Barcelona. The coin, as already mentioned, consisted of gold and weighed almost 3.4 grams. Under the reign of Philip II, the excudo coin became the main gold coin of Spain, and its exchange rate increased due to the rise in metal prices. But due to long wars and illiterate financial policies, Spain defaulted four times in the 16th century. The difficult economic situation was partly due to the large influx of metals from Spanish America; it was their oversupply that caused the escudo to become cheaper and caused inflation.

Conclusion

Piasters, doubloons and escudos are popular coins in the New World and have become desirable prey for pirates. This trio does not make up even a tenth of all the coins minted at that time, but it is this trio that is often found in artistic and cinematic works on the topic of piracy, therefore, first of all, those who are interested in the history of maritime robbery should learn more about them and numismatics. I hope this material has expanded your understanding of these topics.

In May the Russian premiere of the fifth film from the Pirates series will take place Caribbean Sea" - "Dead men tell no tales." Gold, treasures, doubloons and piastres have always occupied important place in a pirate's life. Let's imagine the world of Captain Jack Sparrow and his fellow criminals from a financial and economic point of view.

ALEXEY ALEXEEV

Cortez's cursed gold

In the first film of the epic, “The Curse of the Black Pearl,” gold is one of the mainsprings of the plot.

“This is Aztec gold. One of 882 identical plaques that the Indians presented in a stone chest to Cortez personally. Blood money, payment for stopping the massacre unleashed by his army. But Cortez’s greed was insatiable. Then the gods of the pagans cast a terrible spell on the gold. Any mortal who takes even one plaque from the chest will be damned forever."

The creators of "Pirates of the Caribbean" greatly overestimated the "dead man's chest" - by the standards of ancient pirates, there was not enough gold in it

It’s strange, but in the Russian dubbing of the first film of the epic there are for some reason 663 plaques. Where did the 219 plaques go on the way between the Caribbean Sea and Russia is a mystery shrouded in darkness. Let's assume that there are still 882 plaques, as in the original. 881 in the chest, and the last one was made into the Elizabeth Swann medallion. Pirates from the ship "Black Pearl" are chasing the medallion in order to lift the curse of the ancient gods. In addition, to get rid of it, you need to perform a symbolic ritual. It is necessary to return the bloody debt to the Aztec gods - all 882 plaques stained with the blood of the descendant of the pirate Bill Bootstrap.

881 gold plaques from the Aztec treasure were in Cortez's chest, and one of them was used to make Elizabeth Swann's medallion

And now a small reproach to the film company Walt Disney Pictures. 882 gold medallions with a skull are very, very small by the standards of the ancient Aztecs and conquistadors. In 1521, the warriors of the historical Cortes captured and plundered the Aztec capital Tenochtitlan. The Spaniards got gold in an amount equivalent to 130 thousand Spanish gold coins. Apparently, this amount seemed extremely insignificant to them. The conquistadors tortured the ruler of the Aztec state, Cuauhtémoc, in the vain hope of finding out where the Indians were hiding their main treasures.

Having plundered the Aztec capital in 1521, Cortez's warriors captured only 130 thousand Spanish gold coins - an amount, in their opinion, not too large

Let's try to roughly estimate the cost of a stone chest. One plaque is approximately equal in size to the largest Spanish coin of the 16th century. This is an eight escudo coin. It contained 27.468 grams of 916.7 fine gold (22 carats). The chest thus contains 24 kg 227 g of gold. The price of one gram of 916.7 gold these days is $37.05. Thus, in April 2017, a chest full of cursed gold could be worth about $900 thousand. Even if one of the pirates plundered it alone, he would not reach the title of dollar millionaire.

Now let's see how rich the pirates became when they divided the Aztec gold among themselves. The exact size of the Black Pearl's crew is unknown. Actor Geoffrey Rush, who played the role of Captain Hector Barbossa, named the number from 20 to 50. Let's assume that there were 22. Roughly speaking, when dividing the treasure, there were 40 plaques per brother. Gold was 16 times more expensive than silver. The silver coin of eight reales (half an escudo) was known as the peso, dollar, or "eight real coin", pieces of eight. In the Russian translation of Treasure Island, the parrot calls such coins piastres. So, the members of the damned team became rich by 640 (16x40) similar silver coins.

What did they spend their money on? We know this from Captain Barbossa's complaint addressed to Elizabeth Swann-Turner - "about drink, food and pleasant company." "But drink did not quench our thirst, food turned to ash in our mouths, and the most pleasant company in the world could not satisfy our lust. We are damned people, Miss Turner."

The creators of "Pirates of the Caribbean" dated the epic to approximately 1720-1750. At that time, the peso-dollar-piastre to pound sterling exchange rate, established by Queen Anne's decree in 1704, was in effect. One peso was equal to six shillings. £1 is 20 shillings, one shilling is 12 pence, one penny is 4 farthings. Therefore, 640 pesos is 3840 shillings, i.e. £192.

According to the calculations of the British statistician of the 17th-18th centuries, Gregory King, in 1688 (over the next half century the situation did not change much) a farm laborer earned £7 per year. The income of soldiers and sailors was £14-20 per year. Army and navy officers no longer received £5-7 per year, but per month.

After dividing the gold from the “dead man’s chest,” each pirate could receive an amount that was only enough “for food and drink.”

If we assume that there were not 22 sailors on the Black Pearl, but 44, then each of them would be entitled to £96. And if we take the figure from piracy historian Mark Rediker, according to which the average pirate crew had 80 people, then everyone’s income would have almost halved.

So, the money received by the pirates could survive for quite a long time. Although without pleasure, as Captain Barbossa correctly noted.

Eat and drink for a shilling

In Pirates of the Caribbean, we hear the word "shilling" at the very beginning of the first film. It is the shilling that is demanded from Jack Sparrow for parking the ship in the bay. He offers three, adding more for not giving his name.

Unfortunately, not all information about prices for food, alcohol and escort services in the ports of the Caribbean Sea during the golden era of piracy has survived to this day. Prices in the metropolis, in England, are much better known.

However, the cost of rum, “the most disgusting drink that turns even the most well-mannered people into animals,” is no secret. In 1740, in Philadelphia, local rum sold for 1 shilling 8 pence a gallon, while higher quality Caribbean rum sold for 2 shilling 5 pence. It is logical to assume that in the Caribbean, where it was produced, Caribbean booze was cheaper than on the continent. If we assume that the same 1 shilling 8 pence was paid for Caribbean rum where it was considered local and not imported, then in more familiar measurement systems the price of the product would be 4.4 pence per liter. If we assume that a self-respecting pirate needs to drink a liter of rum every day to function properly, then every 54 days he would spend £1 on booze.

Another bad habit, very popular among pirates, smoking, was also inexpensive. 45 kilograms of Virginia tobacco in 1750 cost £1 wholesale.

Now about the food. What could you buy with a shilling in England at that time (prices in the colonies could not have been very different)?

Let's return to Gregory King's statistics. In 1695, the average Englishman spent £3.85 a year on food and drink. Of this amount, £0.79 was for bread and flour products, £0.61 for meat, £0.42 for dairy products, £0.31 for fish, game and eggs, £0.22 for fruits and vegetables, £0.2 for pickles, £1.06 for beer and ale, £0.24 for spirits. In the mid-18th century, a 200-gram product made from wheat flour was called a “penny loaf.”

The food basket of a pirate of the Caribbean and the average Englishman probably differed in composition, but the price level shows that the crew of the Black Pearl did not face starvation for quite a long time. Even if we take into account that the average Englishman was often cooked by his wife, and the pirate probably ate in public catering establishments. On the North American continent in the second half of the 18th century, you could dine in a tavern on the principle of “eat as much as you want from a common cauldron” for one or two shillings.

The most expensive favor for girls of easy virtue was in London - about £2, in the ports prices were much lower - the girls were called twopenny

But the costs of a pleasant company in the metropolis and in the Caribbean could differ dramatically. In London, a wealthy client could pay £2 for a meeting, and much more if the person she met was a virgin. In the ports, the price level was comparable to the lowest price category in the metropolis. The girls were traditionally called twopenny, but in fact the standard rate was "shilling and drink."

Piracy as an advanced business model

If pirates were content with such modest entertainment, how can we explain the popularity of this profession in the Caribbean region in the first half of the 18th century? The number of active sea robbers during the golden age of piracy is estimated at 2,400 people. True, in 1716-1726, approximately 400-600 people from this number were executed by the authorities of different states.

So why did people become pirates?

With a successful combination of circumstances, pirates could “earn” a lot: for example, in 1695, Henry Avery’s pirate ships captured loot worth £600,000.

Let's start with the fact that when hiring pirates, there were not many of the traditional restrictions on rights of that time.

The black crew members of the Black Pearl are not a tribute to American political correctness (or not only that).

Already at the beginning of the 18th century, among the crew members of pirate ships there were immigrants from Africa, while the “civilized world” was still very far from the abolition of slavery. Ordinary ships in that era also had dark-skinned sailors, often sold or “leased” by their owners. They did not receive payment for their work and had no say in solving ship problems. On pirate ship the crew members were equal. Of the pirate captain Edward England, only one in five people on his ship had white skin.

They became the captain of a pirate ship democratically - through elections, and were also deprived of this position - by the decision of the majority of the crew members (which happened quite often). So the story of Jack Sparrow, removed from the captain's post and landed on desert island, quite plausible.

William Snelgrave, slave trader and trader ivory, who was captured by pirates in 1719, recalled in his book the story of the pirate captain Christopher Moody: he, along with 12 sailors, the rest of the crew were forced into a boat, which was sent on a free voyage. "And no one ever heard from them again."

On an ordinary merchant ship, the power of the captain was enormous. He determined which of the sailors should do what, decided what to feed the crew, how much money to pay the crew members, and had the right to subject any sailor to corporal punishment. Such an atmosphere in the workplace became the basis for someone to switch from the merchant marine to the pirate business.

On a pirate ship, power was shared with the democratically elected captain by the quartermaster (in Treasure Island, John Silver was Captain Flint's quartermaster). The captain had to primarily deal with military operations, and the quartermaster - with economic issues. On some ships the quartermaster had more real power than the captain.

The cardinal difference between pirate ships, on the one hand, and military and merchant ships, on the other, was the level of income. On pirate ships, the spoils were divided equally among all sailors. Only the captain received two shares instead of one, the quartermaster - one and a half, sometimes a share and a quarter went to the “leading specialists” - the boatswain, the ship's doctor, the gunner, the first mate. Anyone who tried to deceive his comrades by hiding part of the booty was threatened with punishment - “such as the captain and the majority of the crew deem appropriate.”

On merchant ships income " command staff" were five or more times higher than the earnings of ordinary sailors.

The concern of pirates for their disabled comrades is amazing (especially from the point of view of a law-abiding sailor). Anyone who lost an arm or leg in battle received compensation of £1,500.

The downside to the pirate wage system was that no loot meant no income. At all. Whereas on a merchant ship the sailor was guaranteed his meager earnings.

A big plus of the pirate system is that with good production, income could be very high. In 1695, several pirate ships led by Henry Every captured booty worth a total of £600 thousand. Each of the sailors got at least £1 thousand. At the beginning of the next century, as a result of one robbery, they earned £1200 per brother, after which they went out of business.

In 1721, the men of John Taylor and Oliver la Bouche set a record: £4 thousand for one attack. Unfortunately for pirates, such luck did not happen often. Many sea robbers were content with more modest incomes. But a free life of crime with the opportunity to hit the jackpot seemed to many to be more attractive than law-abiding poverty and lawlessness.

The Mystery of the Funeral Coins

19:05 You are attacked by the Pyromancer Ghost.
19:05 The battle “Attack on the Triumvirator” has begun.
.....
19:07 You bent over the defeated monster and saw that something was shining next to it. Reaching out, you picked up an unusual gold coin with the image of a grinning skull on it. What a curious thing... Perhaps it is worth examining it carefully. Received: Funeral coin 1 pc.
19:07 The battle “Attack on the Triumvirator” is over.

Click "Use" on the coin:

19:08 You carefully examine the gold coin, but cannot understand what its purpose is. Considering that it was found in the halls of King Magish, it is worth showing it to the experienced undead hunter paladin Shiko.
19:08 It has begun for you quest "The Secret of Funeral Coins". Good luck!

It was for this purpose that I hurried to you, paladin: look at what an unusual trophy I managed to get.
*You take a gold coin out of your pocket and hand it to Chicot.*

Wait, wait, this is...
*Brings the artifact close to his eyes and examines it carefully.*
This cannot be true: this is a funeral coin! Now everything has fallen into place... So lucky!
How are we lucky, paladin?

From time immemorial, funeral coins have helped to keep the undead in other world: To prevent the creature from rebelling, such a coin was thrown into its crypt. Now I understand that some warriors, overwhelmed by the desire to get hold of gold, plundered the halls of Magish, but fell victim to their own greed and turned into undead. As a result, these coins were never used for their intended purpose, and the dead are rising from their graves again!
It's horrible. What should I do with the coin?

Travel to the halls of the fallen king and place the coin in the crypt of his fallen minion. Hurry up, warrior, time is running out!

Your goal: Go to the halls of King Magish, kill any of his minions and use the funerary coin next to his remains. Return to Paladin Shiko.

PosAfter this we return to the palaces to finish off the walls. Coins will fall like a drop:
19:15 Received: Funeral coin 1 pc.
19:15 The battle “Attack on Triumvirator” is over.

20:36 You attacked Levret.
20:36 The battle “Attack on Levret” has begun.
.....
20:39 The battle “Attack on Levret” is over.

We use the coin from the chest:20:39 You have been attacked by the Risen Levreta.
20:39 The battle “Attack on the Triumvirator” has begun.
20:39 Before you had time to place the coin on the remains of the monster in order to expel it from the world of Faeo, it fell apart into several parts. A rebel monster burst out of it and attacked you! Seized: Funeral coin 1 pc.
.....
20:40 Achievement "Victory over the rebel minion of King Magish" completed
20:40 The rebel monster has been defeated! Return to Paladin Shiko and tell him what happened. Quest - The Mystery of Funeral Coins.
20:40 The battle “Attack on the Triumvirator” is over.

The rebel Levretka has 1284 HP and has no castes, hits 95-125 without blocking, and in general kills easily and quickly...

Royal TombPaladin Shiko

Excluded! The ritual is very simple: you place a funerary coin next to the remains of the killed monster, and it remains forever in the other world.
Perhaps the funeral coin itself is to blame?

This is what we have to find out. I'm afraid we can't do this without the necromancer's advice. Hurry to him and find out why the coin did not drive out the monster.

Your goal: Find out from the necromancer why the burial ritual failed.

Vassal Crypts Necromancer

*The tome slams shut in hearts, above which a cloud of sparkling magical dust flutters.*
Don't have a coin? So what do you expect from me? You're wasting my time!
I will get exactly this one and bring it to you!

I have no doubt that you will succeed, warrior. But hurry up: the hour is not far when evil spirits will begin to rise from their graves.

Your goal: Find the funeral coin and bring it to the necromancer.

Vassal Crypts Necromancer

*The necromancer mutters an intricate spell, and the coin begins to shimmer in his hand.*
Woe to you, warrior. No wonder you exude oblivion, despair, suffering, pain... Your coin is cursed! And how did the paladin Shiko not see this?
But I just followed your instructions! You asked me to bring the funeral coin, and I did it!

*Continues to read the spell, fingering the coin with his fingers.*
I see... Now I see... Since ancient times, funeral coins had only one purpose: to keep the undead away from the world of the living. And they coped with this task well. This is due to the greed of people and magmars, who, trying to lay hands on the treasures of the dead, turned into shameful dust, covering the floor of the crypt of Magish, as a result of which the coins themselves were saturated with the energy of decay. Now they must be destroyed!
Can you do it?

*The necromancer waves his hand impatiently.*
In this, warrior, the paladin Shiko will help you, because he is the most experienced fighter against the undead in Faeo. Now go, we've already wasted a lot of time.

Your goal: Return to Paladin Shiko and give him the Funeral Coin.

Royal TombPaladin Shiko

*Shiko's eyes flash through the slits of his helmet, and he decisively raises his axe.*
So what are we waiting for? Place a coin on this slab!
*You place the coin on the cold stone and take a step back.*
However... let's not rush, warrior.
*Shiko lowers his axe.*
A happy thought came to my mind. Even these damn coins can serve a good cause. You managed to defeat the rebel henchman Magish, right? Perfect! So, know that with the death of a ghostly double, its real incarnation also receives significant damage. Do you understand what this means? You can choose what to do with the coins: either place them in the halls of defeated minions, calling them from the ghostly world and killing them, or bring them to me so that I can destroy them. Which solution do you prefer? The choice is yours!

*The paladin lowers the ax onto his shoulder and looks at you proudly.*
I know my skills, warrior. As soon as you get new coins, immediately bring them to me. And rest assured: your diligence will be rewarded. See you!
Reward: Old Ark 1 pc. or Wonderful sheep 1 pc. or Intricate pendant 1 pc. or Precious ring 1 pc. or Secret Ark 1 pc.

The reward drops randomly

20:51 Achievement "Brave Destroyer of Funeral Coins" completed
20:51 Confiscated: Funeral coin 1 pc.
20:51 You have successfully destroyed another coin! Received: Wonderful sheep 1 pc.
20:51 You have successfully destroyed another coin! Received: Precious sheep 1 pc.
etc.