"Phew, I made it"
"Too much."
Millie will pick you up at the forecaster's store.
"What's your first customer like today?
"That's who I am today."
That.
Customers, that few?
That's unusual.
"One of us bought the forecast for today."
"Yep."
Buy up.
Thanks, when I give out five gold coins, I can buy them from opening to closing.
But no one has ever used it before.
"What kind of customer are you?
"That's the 15-year-old woman with me."
What, girl!? I almost said that, but I stopped.
Because I've been an adult since I was fifteen, and Millie often says it.
Especially since you're a customer who sent out five gold coins, it might be a bad idea not to treat an adult woman.
The customer sat right in the back seat of the forecaster.
Mr. Claire is listening.
"Hello, I'm Jute, the forecaster"
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Jute. I'm Emily."
"So, using five gold coins, what kind of consultation?
"I want you to tell me how to use 5,000 gold coins."
"What!?
What's 5,000 gold coins?
If you're a bricklayer, you can't earn it for the rest of your life.
Why does Emily, 15, have such a lot of money?
"It's the legacy of my grandfather, who was a big merchant."
"Uh, really? Maybe you don't have any parents."
"My parents are pimped."
"Then why?
Ordinary estates are inherited by their own children.
My child is dead and sometimes my grandson inherits.
But it's a special case of a child living and letting his grandson inherit.
"My grandfather always said my parents weren't very smart."
Well, the second generation has an image of a lot of people who are not commercially talented.
It devours the property of successful parents.
I bankrupt the chamber of commerce that I made bigger because of.
"That's why you left me a legacy, not my dad."
That's bold again.
"But I don't know how to spend that kind of money."
"Ho."
"So now, let's talk to the forecaster we're talking about."
"Hmm, but that kind of forecast..."
When I was worried, Mr. Claire gave me a rescue ship.
"Maybe, you mean you want to make a donation?
"No, I want to invest in what's good for this city."
An investment?
That's 5,000 gold coins, too.
"Well, if we're going to invest, we need to gather information."
"Information?"
"Yes, information. I feel like I can't choose where to invest without good information"
What, Milly?
Sounds familiar with the investment.
"Information. I don't know how to get it."
"I know a good place."
Millie and Emily.
They're both fifteen-year-old women, with similar names.
Something seems to fit.
"Where's that?
I'm a city informer.
Whoa, wait a minute.
Isn't that the Incense Intelligence guy?
"Hey, that's..."
"The archduke's butler said that. He said that people who give money properly will have solid information."
"But maybe I'll try to fool you."
"That's why we're here. Forecasts can check the results of investments."
Is that right?
We don't know what kind of investment we have.
It is more likely to utilize an informer to predict than to choose in a forecast to the best of your knowledge.
"That might be good. Get investment information from an informant first."
"Let's do that. So, we're going to be informers, right?
"Yeah. You'd better hurry. Gentlemen, will you come with me?
"Hey. What do you mean!
The moment I left the forecaster, my old man tangled me up.
Most of the time, it doesn't seem very strong.
This one, me and the woman, two more girls, whoa, not the girl, the 15-year-old girl?
"Father!"
"It wouldn't be your father. Don't hang out with them for no reason. We're going home."
"No!
Oh, you're the no father of my grandfather's son, who this man left behind his legacy.
"You don't know the world yet, when a young woman like you has a lot of money, there are a lot of them who come by to trick you."
Isn't that who you are?
"Excuse me, Father. These are famous forecasters."
"I don't know if you're a forecaster or a predictor, but more or less those people are the ones who want to happen to work when they say something unsolicited. They're the ones who shouldn't be involved."
Don't head off, this guy.
"Father, I made up my mind. Grandpa's money is going to be good for the city, investing in business."
"The most important thing is investing in your father's chamber of commerce."
"At your father's, you're in deficit all the time. Grandpa said he would never give me money."
Um, is it an inheritance issue?
I guess I thought it was mine when you died.
Come on, come on.
"Yikes."
"Please don't"
It's also my role to protect my client.
"It's none of your business."
"Yes. He's asked for five gold coins a day, so he's my client."
"Behold, five gold coins! I knew you were fooling me, you."
"I asked for it. Don't talk to me."
If I had done that completely, the guard would have come.
The guard is so smudged in the face that explaining the situation took the old man.
Don't struggle with having a mendiculous parent.