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Moist Von Lipwig is given another offer that is too good to refuse.  Who would not wish to be the man in charge of the Ankh-Morpork Royal Mint?  It’s a job for life but, as former con man Moist Von Lipwig is learning, life is not necessarily for long. The Chief Cashier is almost certainly a vampire, every day Moist has to take the Chairman for “walkies” and there’s something nameless in the cellar.  Oh, and it turns out that the Royal Mint runs at a loss.  According to Moist, that’s what happens when you base the value of your monetary system on gold.  So just what should he base it on?  Potatoes?  Dibbler’s famous pies?  Golems?  Or maybe something as simple as trust?  Moist is thinking it should be based on trust.  But that could be difficult when he is about to be exposed as a fraud.