Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

"..............." Slow down.

"(Um... Master Waltz? Are you all right, sir?

"Ugh, yeah............ it's okay......" Slow down

"(At all, it doesn't look ok...)"

Julia turns her worried gaze when she hears Waltz's response, which is going to disappear and disappear.

They're sitting on the opposite side of the table.

"I will strive to top the merchant guild in the town of Alba, my name is Kenneth. Today, on behalf of the merchants, I would like to proceed with the purchase of materials and food."

And the representative of the guild of merchants who spoke, and his entourage, and the merchants and thinkers, sat with a grin on his face, turning their gaze upon the waltzes as if to ordain them.

It should be noted that men from Adventurer's Guild are also present at that table.

The eyes of such merchants were particularly gathered by Waltz, who could not stand the air in the room and was now about to dissolve in the air, not by Nur, the provisional consul of this town, and by Catalina, who gently stroked Shubal, who was on his lap.

Needless to say, when it comes to nulls, it seems that Schwartz was still responsible for the gaze gathering in Catalina.

Well, demons I've never even seen (?) If you look at how I love it, you can say it's harder not to think of anything.

Among other things, it was Julia, who had been motivated long before the merchants and nulls came to this room, who opened their mouths as representatives of the Waltz side.

Unlike the usual atmosphere, she uttered greetings to those who were on the spot, creating a very elegant atmosphere.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to see you first. I am Margaret Julius Schach, in charge of the negotiations on our 'Weissilt' side this time."

"(Huh? What are you talking about, Julia? Oh... Speaking of which, we used a pseudonym...)"

And Waltz assumed the name she spoke of was a pseudonym because she didn't know Julia's real name.

Her name, on the other hand, seemed to mean something special to the merchants who were there.

"Julius...... Shah......? No way......"

"Is that the Shah's maid?

"No, you've never heard of a woman named Margaret, have you?

Merchants bothering in response to the name 'Shah'.

Waltz, who saw it, whispered to Julia, who was next door, with a strange look on his face.

"(Hey, Julia? You're mistaken for someone else, right?

"(Huh? No, you're not, are you? Margaret is more of a real name)"

"... what?

"(Actually, Shah's name is too famous in this country, and if you use it from time to time, you get unwanted waves. So I usually name my middle name)"

"(Uh... Julius?)"

"(Actually, that's my father's name. If you use that name as a female name, it's Julia, and if you change the pronunciation with the same spelling, it's" Julia, "so)."

"(Ha... What? Could you have been a nobleman, actually?

and a man named Kenneth opens his mouth on the other side of the desk as Waltz tries to ask the situation in a whisper.

"I see...... To the woman who speaks of Sirius the Demon King, the woman who names Shah, and... is she a vixen-like woman... That's an interesting combination..."

"(Oops? Are you talking about me through? It doesn't matter at all, does it?

Waltz seriously worries if everyone's gaze disappears for the good that it's not for them.

But it seems that such an air illegibility behavior could not even be done by her boulder...

For now, Waltz seems to have decided to sit quietly on the spot like a figurine, with a sloppy look on his face.

Then this time, Null opens his mouth.

"Master Waltz is busy, so let's just briefly communicate the requirements. There is no curtain for you, because the town of Aruba stands for and buys food! Take it away!"

"(You know damn well that, don't you? Null)"

While Waltz gladly narrows his eyes just a little when he hears Null's words.

As well as the merchants...

I didn't bother......

He gave me a surprised look and looked confused.

I wonder if there's water in my sleeping ear.

Nevertheless, not everyone, has reacted......

More than half of them did not appear to have changed their facial expressions significantly.

Kenneth talks about why.

"Yep. With you here, I had a general expectation. But isn't it only those who are tired of food that the town of Aruba buys away?

In other words, the merchants knew that Nur, the provisional consul of this town, had a shallow connection with the Waltz and had worked out a plan for the purchase of goods on it.

If this looks like it, I wonder if we have some other plans.

"Hmm. Sure, the only thing the town buys away is meat and vegetables. With regard to materials such as skins and fangs, people's bellies will not swell, so they will not be able to buy them because they are not covered by the budget."

"Then, instead, let us decide that we will buy the material. Because that should lead to good results for both you and us."

".................. do as you please but good"

Hearing such a null word, now once, with a grin, Kenneth, the guild master of the Merchant Guild, spreading a quote written on a large parchment paper on his desk.

In the parchment he opened, he wrote a list of purchases that had been deducted from the beginning, such as demonic meat, which is exactly what he said he was ready to buy.

"May I check the breakdown?

"Yeah, it's a list for that, so please check it out for your hand."

"Okay, I'll borrow you."

When Julia said so and drew the parchment to hand, she put it in front of the waltz and began to confirm.

"(What do you do? Dear Waltz, I feel like I've seen what's written here so painfully... that everywhere there seems to be an item that you can buy for a higher price than the market. But on average the whole thing sounds like it says to be about the same amount as the market)"

"(I don't know what to do... Julia, do you think this is a good idea? I can't tell you anything because I don't know the market... but if you're good, why not?

"(Right...... ok. I'll think about it for a second)"

Julia whispered and said so,

Pillah......

Remove about 5 copies of A4 paper from the item box.

I started writing numbers with my favorite fountain pen there.

Look at that...

and merchants on the spot who all looked stunned.

In Mid Eden, the Cortex-driven paper industry was developed, unusual or irrelevant, such as copy paper, which was normally in circulation......

For the merchants, the (...) paper (...), which was clear white and flat (...), seemed like gold leaf or something.

Not only that.

The fountain pen that Julia used was the same again.

Every time I wrote it, unlike the common pen in this world, which needed to be soaked in ink, its fountain pen with a built-in ink tank, which was long, constant in thickness and could continue to be written, seemed to the merchants to exist as if it were a gold extension stick.

Some of the witnesses seemed blinded by the appearance of that pen, which combines functionality and beauty, to even those who actually drool.

But Julia will never notice it......

She drew on paper a contemporary world formula that Cortex would have taught her to calculate how much the goods would be bought and sold for when they were actually on the market.

And when he had finished writing it, he gave the paper to the merchants, and said:

"… the amount written there will be the expected amount when the merchants sell the goods on the market. Of course, the amount includes expenses such as transportation, labor and utilities. With that in mind, isn't it reasonable to multiply the amount of material we present for sale by 75%, with a fee, against the amount written there…?

Seeing and hearing the word and the validity of the amount written there...

…………

Merchants who don't even sound like goo.

Apparently the figures were the same with little error as the amount they expected, and there was no objection.

Alternatively, the beauty of the formula that was written there would not deny the possibility that it had been blindfolded.

It's not just a four-rule calculation, but also rides, square roots, logarithms, etc….

Formulas that were not supposed to exist in this world were precisely reproducing their own calculations.

Fighting numbers from time to time must have been a far more valuable substitute for them in their work than a fancy pen, bright white paper, or material they plan to buy out.

As long as that is the case, even future market trends will, to some extent, be forecast......