Price of Management

Hehe.

It's called a meal prepared for this.

Randall is not a very good negotiator in the first place.

He was a typical unmanned myeloid like his father. Before you negotiated with me, you heard some market information, etc., but not my opponent.

“Actually, I just got a letter from Earl Ranzhel. They called me four Redinas per sack of wheat. I didn't accept the offer, of course, but I could see how serious the continent's food shortages were today. I'm really worried about what the future holds for our Kingdom of Leaden. ”

Randall's face shakes with the words 4 Redina. Take care of your face.

I can see it in my heart.

“Uh, well. I see. The more powerful the royal family must be. ”

He says in an awkward manner.

Haha.

I may not have been a conqueror of the continent in my past life, but you're too charming.

“Of course. I am a merchant as well as Bird of Kunt, but I am committed to the welfare and prosperity of our country." ”

I said so and separated myself from the writer Kunt. I emphasized that I am a merchant.

“For example, not long ago, I gave away 5,000 sacks of wheat to feed the poor. Keeping people from starving to death is the best way to save the kingdom and kingdom. But as the slums continue to expand, I might have to unwind all the wheat I have. ”

Randall's face is in a pinch.

I can't believe you took off 5,000 already. Then the remaining amount I had meant 35,000 sacks.

It was not good news for the royal family to have as much wheat as possible.

“You've done a great job. How about we leave the rest of the wheat to our wise king? He will use the wheat you sold him wisely. ”

“Of course I trust you. But isn't there better use than wheat for starving poor people? ”

Arthur, who was listening to the conversation, looked at me with a silly face. Did you have a crush on my skills in baking Earl Spear?

Ah-ha-ha.

But from your perspective, am I your brother? It's worth thinking about.

You didn't look like this before I left the house.

Anyway, you've come to your senses. Let's get to the point.

“I'll sell 20,000 sacks of Wheat to the royal court, leaving the supplies I need to save the Slum immediately. Do you have any idea how much you're thinking about? ”

“There are too few 20,000 sacks. I'll sell all the remaining 35,000! I'll give you two Redinas for the price. As you know, the royal treasury is revealing the floor, so I can't give you any more. ”

“Two Radinas. I'm not sure how much harm I can do as a merchant." But for the royal purpose, I will give you a special 25,000 sack for two Redinas per sack. ”

“I trust you are aware of the relationship between the royal court and the postnatal court. We need as much as we can, so keep this in mind. Sell all 35,000 sacks. You bought 40,000 sacks before the price of wheat exploded, so selling them for 2 Redinas won't be a loss. ”

“As I said, I've already put 5,000 sacks in the Slum for free. You also owe money to the house of Houdini, who was the place of purchase. Given the purchase price of wheat, the cost of transportation and storage, how much would I benefit? ”

Arthur looks at me as if he's amazed again.

Is my brother right?

Isn't the Money Demon wearing my brother's scarf!?

It seemed like that face.

Transportation and storage were actually provided free of charge by the family, Heehee.

Oh, I feel so good. This is what we call immortal income.

“With all that in mind, two radishes per sack would never do any harm. ”

Huh. This guy's yelling at me.

“Damage is not just an expression of blackness or deficiency. What really needs to be addressed is the cost of opportunity. ”

“Opportunity Cost?”

“Yes, by making a deal with the royal family, the greater profit I have to give up is the cost of opportunity. And to put that into perspective, I've already taken enormous losses. ”

“Mmmm... ”

“How about three reds? ”

“Three reddins?! ”

I told Randall I was surprised.

“In winter, food difficulties get worse. Perhaps the royal families in other countries would like to pay for food as much as they have. At that time, the price might go up by more than four Redinas per sack suggested by Earl Ranzhel. Can't you spend any money on people starving to death and the population is shrinking? Given that, three Redinas are considerate of the royal family, in which I gave up a considerable portion of my profits. Please accept my offer considering I am a merchant. ”

Randall has become a very troubled face. He sighs in embarrassment and opens his mouth.

“The maximum amount the royal court can call is two reddies. I hope you understand that. ”

That was an unexpected answer.

At this point, three Redinas are only normal for two or 70 Silver, but Randall sticks to the original price.

That's why we can't negotiate anymore. I'm gonna have to cut in here today.

I stood up with my hands on my forehead.

“I'm getting a headache from overusing aesthetics during the day. If you'll excuse me, I'm going to stand up today. ”

I paid my respects to Arthur and Randall and left with an uncomfortable look on my face.

Of course it is a choreography.

Randall will respond quietly to three Redinas in his next negotiation, knowing that I am angry.

Or take out the real card.

I sent a giant like Earl Randall Spain to negotiate in the royal court. How could two Redinas per sack carry such cheap terms?

King Erik is no fool.

A fool like that is the political position of our family, and we just have to work with the landscape.

That's good for my family, too.

So there should be a last-minute spleen negotiation card.

“Oh, I'm so tired. ”

That way, I went back to Max's Resting House and fell asleep. It's true that I'm exhausted from my Spirit Affinity consumption.

* * *

Knock-knock.

I woke up from a sweet sleep when someone knocked on my door.

Who are you?

I woke up from the booth and opened the door to my room.

Unexpectedly, the late night guest was Earl Randall Spain.

“Would you like a drink? ”

He suggested a bottle of red wine and two glasses.

It appears to be some quality wine, given the contents of the glass jar.

It is because regular, inexpensive wines are stored in oak barrels.

By the way, I haven't tasted quality wine since I was 18 years old.

“Good.”

Randall's like the deputy director of Royal Knights. There was no need to antagonize him over negotiations.

He opened the bottle cap himself and poured the wine into my glass.

A creamy red liquid filled the glass. It has a pleasant sweet aroma.

Randall proposes a toast first.

“To smooth negotiation. ”

I laughed bloody.

“To.”

I drink a toast and carefully roll my tongue in a very precious place.

It was really elegant. It's as sweet as a maiden's fresh smile.

“How do you feel?”

“Queens Blood. ”

“Do you know this? ”

Queens Blood.

Queen Isabella enjoyed drinking when the old Horn Empire was still a kingdom.

When he suggested that I quit drinking, he insisted that I drain my blood.

Hahaha.

This is a very precious wine and you won't be able to see it unless you are a nobleman who lives well.

“Once upon a time I had a chance to taste it. ”

“You're really not 19 years old. Not a word, not a word, not an experience. ”

“Thank you. ”

I suddenly had a good idea.

What if Wounded, the cheap wine that makes it so tasty, brings out the power in this wonderful wine?

An exciting Silk Pearl will be born in my imagination!

“In return for your precious drink, I'll show you a taste of a fantasy you'll never forget. ”

Randall became the face of half a question, interestingly.

“Wounded.”

Woundees in the air kiss my cheeks.

“Will you make this wine delicious? ”

Wounded nods with a shy smile. Woundee points her hand at the bottle of Queen's Blood.

Paaaaaah!

The wine in the glass bottle swirls and spins.

“Thank you.”

This time, when I kissed Wounded's head, Wounded was so happy that he was flying on the roof.

Randall smiles gladly as he looks at it.

“What a cute spirit. ”

“Just like my daughter. ”

After returning Wounded, I picked up a bottle of Queens Blood and poured it into Randall's glass.

I pour half of it into my glass.

Now, how much has it changed?

“Let's have a taste. ”

“I'm excited.”

Cheers again.

Gulp.

And tasty.

Hiya.

The taste was truly fantastic.

If Queen Isabella had tasted this, she would have sold her country for a bottle.

Sweet and refreshing clear flavor spreads from the tongue, and strange vitality spills out as I go down the throat.

The healing power of Wundine is in harmony with the taste of Queens Blood.

“Whoa! What the hell! ”

Randall seems to be in shock as well.

“How are you feeling?”

“Teach me aesthetics! ”

“Yes?”

Suddenly, I was scolded.

“This is the best wine I've ever had in my life! The best wine I've ever known is this Queens Blood, and it's even better! It's a taste you'll never taste again if it's not for animosity! ”

Randall must have been a passionate enthusiast.

“That would be impossible. ”

“Why?”