Regarding the evolution of the trash skill 「prediction」 into 「everything I say becomes true」Living a slow life with ☆Bricks・Bricks・Bricks!

"I see. That's what I'm talking about"

Right now, our team of forecasters are coming to the intelligence store with Emily.

For Mr. Emily to get information on where to invest 5,000 gold coins of inheritance.

"We were in the form of buying information."

He looks more like a butler than an informer.

Is it a serious romance grey place?

"However, in the case of information on investments such as this one, it is in the form of appointing an agent with information"

It seems that investment information simply conveys information and is not.

It is the task to set up the recipient of the investment and even the one making the investment.

For this reason, appoint an agent with information to help realize the investment with the agent.

"So. How much do you expect to spend on investment information?

Two hundred pieces of gold.

says Emily.

Two hundred gold coins for an investment of 5,000 gold coins.

I don't know if that's a lot or a lot, I don't know if investing is irrelevant.

"Wow. You're quite the lady with the liver."

"I thought that was about it."

"Then let me introduce you to three of the finest investment agents."

"You have to choose among them."

The door opens and three men come in.

Two agents in their forties.

One agent in his twenties.

"I've been motivated to hear it's a request from a pretty lady"

Agents in their twenties, all of a sudden, say light things.

He looks familiar to me.

"Why are you here?"

Agents in their twenties are handsome forecasters when they play forecast games.

He was an inch forecaster and a top forecaster, so I know Mr. Claire, too.

"Oh, forecasters. I wonder why I'm here today."

Forecast request.

As for Mr. Claire, he's a former colleague, and I don't suppose he likes this guy who had an inch forecast.

"This is it. Were you familiar? I haven't had much experience with this agent yet, but the quality of the information is good."

"Maybe, but he's got the worst personality."

"Don't say that, Claire. Not an old colleague."

"That's why I'm upset."

The past, where I was an inch forecaster, must be black history for Mr. Claire.

They won't put up with this guy coming around that part.

"Anyway, this guy doesn't do a lot of things when he gets involved in investing. He says my hunch is for sure."

"Oh, my God."

Well, I agree.

It is up to Mr Emily to make the final decision.

We're forecasters.

So I'm just gonna give you a forecast.

"Mr. Emily. You just have to choose the best of these three to be useful as an investment agent."

"Yeah. I just want you to hear what kind of investment you want to make."

"Absolutely."

Then, Emily told the three agents about her investment policy.

"So I want to inherit my grandfather's will and invest in making it work for the city."

"I thought this was a pretty yummy young lady, but she's got a solid idea. I'm impressed."

"I was impressed, too. I was hoping you could nominate me and help me."

That guy and the other agent came to sell themselves in.

The other is silent.

I'm sure he's a silent man.

Is it the type of information agent that speaks not in words but in performance?

This man is a push for me.

"So long, Mr. Emily. Let's hear Jute's forecast."

"Yes. Nice to meet you."

"Jute. Forecast. As Emily's investment agent. Who's best suited?

"Kin con kang korn."

"Jamie would be the best."

"Ooh, I did it!

He was delighted. Was it named Jamie?

But why, it's him?

It was me I wasn't convinced of while I forecast myself.