The Economics of Prophecy

"... it's a rear charging & celebrity sight with no envy at all"

Look out the window as you walk down a corridor with few people. I saw the roof of the east house lined up in the courtyard. The students after class enjoy the tea party gracefully. If it were Japan, it would be fast food after school. The difference is that for them it's a serious battle that bets the future.

Civilians are future patrons, and nobles see their future men. Civilians exchange information with each other, and nobles follow their parents' factions in a coalition of obedience. It makes a lot of sense who invited who and what conversations were sent there. It looks like a gorgeous atmosphere, but it can be described as a battlefield called social, apparently.

Three days ago, the noise with Drefano piled up a bunch of busy civilian rettels, a world without ties to me.

No, I admit I'm flawed in my communal skills. But please, give me someone who can talk in numbers. You can do it alone. I wouldn't say a hundred friends, that makes it financially bankrupt. So much so that there is a legend that a civilian who became close to a great nobleman went bankrupt if he was called to a birthday party.

Let's work for another purpose now. I'm a lot better at this than I am at people, and I usually have people I can do interpersonal relationships with.

"Senior"

"Oh, Meer, in a good place"

When I saw the library entrance at the end of the hallway, my brunette head came next to me. She's a little girl with little brunettes to her shoulders. Youthfulness lingers on a neat face. Plain compared to the upper class female students who make glamour good. But I know how pathetic it is to be like a flower blooming in the wild and how successful it is to be like wild grass.

Call me a senior, but I'm a classmate. He seems to be a senior because he is a senior member of the Vinder Chamber of Commerce. Well, I'm probably a year or two younger because I'm not sure the year I was born either.

A uniform that reminds me of a mission-based school is very different from when I was wearing a calf five years ago. My father and others are seriously starting to worry about not having bad bugs on them. I talked to my adopted daughter, but she said no until I got married.

Anything, I'm going to be fooled by a damned woman, so I don't like it because if I were your sister, I wouldn't have the option to not call that woman my sister-in-law, let's not, okay? The reason is too indirect to know.

All brothers man even in previous life. I'm an only child here. Don't you know what it's like to be a girl?

He's a real brilliant student who's been admitted to this college with a scholarship. I'm with you, but somehow this one's practically an age fraud. Meer's academic and especially mathematical abilities are real.

And by comparison, it drops a few steps, but still has more social skills than I do. I'm in a good network of civilian students. Even I would be about one of my friends if it hadn't been for Drefano's jamming......

"We have finished gathering information on the Count Rowan family. Our Lord is Deputy General of the Second Knights, and our eldest son is also in the position of Force Leader. That woman's father, the head of the Adele family, is also the head of the Second Knights."

"Don't tell me she's talking about Claudia in public."

"Don't worry, I'm not a senior selling fights to succeed the Count's second son and guild chief in front of the Fourth Princess"

Meer looked at me with Zito's eyes.

"That was unplanned. More than that, is Drefano belly about eating into the Second Knights' munitions?

"Probably because, unlike the First Knights, whose role is to protect the King's capital, the Second Knights have an expedition to deal with the Warcraft Flood (Monster Flood) in the East."

I see, fifty years after the foreign war was gone. The former Knights, who were five, also halved in three. Were we talking about having a third prince in the smallest third knighthood?

Disarmament is in short a staffing exercise, so it takes place gradually. For a big merchant living on a bee's vertical share, it should have felt like he could strangle him with cotton.

Interrupting there with the power of the guild leader means......

"... until then there are merchants who met the demand for expeditions."

"Yes, there was a Kenwell Chamber of Commerce involved that contested the food guild chief with Drefano"

"I see. Then Kenwell had a grudge against Drefano, but now he's in an irreversible situation..."

It's Drefano's potential weakness discovery. Without the conditions to manifest it would not be useful, but if the time were right......

"Assuming you have ten percent chance of being useful, if you have ten pieces of information with the same conditions..."

"It's a 0.9 squares, so you flip it and it helps with a 65 percent chance."

Functional calculator. That's the color on the numbers, sometimes the formula just looks like a shape. I mean, I stumbled upon that and then I took it away. However…….

…………

"I, did I make a mistake?

Meer tilted her neck.

"No, the calculations are correct. But in reality, those ten requirements are not independent."

Huge banks connected by complex financial instruments, calculated as individual probabilities of bankruptcy, have caused the world to crumble. Tire punks usually rarely happen. If one tire has a 0.01 percent chance of getting flat, the odds of two flat at the same time are one in a hundred million. If I had one spare tire, I would definitely hold it up to the repair plant.

But it doesn't matter if the roads are littered. Besides, what if you wake up in a situation where you're walking on the highway with almost zero vehicle distance?

"That's a senior case, isn't it? …… So what shall we do with the Fourth Princess?"

"You don't have to hurry that way. It's been nothing since then."

"Okay. We will investigate Drefano and the Second Knights, and Kenwell additionally."

I nodded. Meer nods cocklessly, silently leaving. In front of you is the end of the hallway, the door to the library. It's another purpose for me to go to such a rough place.

Opening the emergent door, the quiet space widened. Placement with browsing seats in the middle and bookshelves lining its perimeter. It's about the size of a university auditorium. I don't make a single noise because there's no one there.

In this world, even if it's not the strongest assassination fist, it's not uncommon for just a tiny piece of technology to pass on a child. Communication of information is from person to person, and there are very few things that can be summarized in books. In addition to the low literacy rate at any rate, the paper is high due to the scarcity of technology and forest resources.

Most of the books here are also compiled by aristocratic strangers. Incorrect descriptions, lack of effort to summarize them into a system. To be clear, I write in my imagination at will. I can say that there is no distinction between SF and scientific books.

Macroeconomic information, as published in the original world, is mostly State secrets. Or it doesn't exist. There are warnings of aristocratic tax evasion or rough harvest data, but to what extent are they reliable?

Still, there's no better place to gather information than here within reach. What we are looking for is so-called museum, knowledge of the flora and fauna of this world.

Here's the criteria. Find a book with the right information about the area I know firsthand. Find the information you want in that book. If not, look for another book by the same author. Even when I say books, they end up being personal. That could be with us in the original world.

What you are looking for are flora and fauna that become so-called products such as cocoa, caico and rubber. There is no guarantee of a convenient presence over here, but there is a chance. Plant and animal origin, including humans in this world, is Earth. It is not exactly the same, as the wrangled flowers bloom in the summer. But the basic structure as an organism is too similar.

I was reincarnated, but there was probably a massive ”transfer” between me and Earth. It happened once around the prehistoric period of the planet, and humans came. It can be assumed that it has happened several times in older times as well. There are creatures equivalent to giant reptiles and giant beasts.

If we could examine the DNA, we would know in which era and to what extent metastases occurred.

By the way, animals that have come to old times are more adapted because they have lived in this world for years.

I caught my eye on a page. There, an animal with a large stone on its forehead is depicted. Huge wolf. If you believe in descriptions, do you have the same length as a human being and seven heights? An ape-like animal walking on the ground in a slim, hairless, gorilla-like position. tiger with long dog teeth that are likely to be as likely as elephant teeth.

And reptiles that it's more of a dragon than a dinosaur anymore. They throw up braces, it really makes me a little less confident that they're native to Earth.

These are creatures, demons, adapted to magic not found on Earth. Demons cannot operate away from their sources of magic, and magic flows along mountain ranges. There are large mountain ranges to the east and west of the country, and the demonic habitat is its mountain ranges and adjacent forests. It is characterized by bright red leaf trees like red leaves and is called the Red Forest (Rubel Valt).

Human beings in this country are a no-go place. Exceptionally, in the East, a herd of demons may appear from the woods at the foot of the mountain, and whenever an omen strikes, the Knights head for the crusade and clean it up before the outbreak.

So even if useful flora and fauna were there, it would be like being in a conflict area. Not very much, but not something I can get my hands on.

Incidentally, the empire bordering on the northwest seems to have a lot to do with Warcraft because of its mountainous terrain. You'll have another knowledge over there.

"Demons and stuff. Romantic in a way. We need to find a closer seed for a new product."

The expansion of the commerce of renge honey comes first, but there is also a second and third arrow for its negotiation. If you don't make your strong opponents think you can continue to benefit, they won't negotiate. And there's no way to fight back if you're betrayed and only information is taken. There is no such thing as reciprocal bargaining, unless there is reciprocity, no bargaining can take place.

If there's at least a part of you that wins, you can create reciprocity under certain conditions.

Information is intangible. If you keep it hidden, it won't work for anyone, but it will be easily stolen if you put it on the table. It's difficult to handle, but I can't help it.

"Oh, my God, you're breaking up the description at the heart of it."

I got up. There must have been a book in the library with the same author.

When I open the door to the library, the dusty air reaches my nose. The space is dim just by the light in the light removal window. That would be about me going in and out.

Eyes on a bookshelf tucked into disorder. I approached the window in the corner to confirm one drawing I had finally found.

That's where I stopped my legs. He's a real client.

A chair was placed under the window and a girl with blue and silver hair sat down. Unlike the one I saw in the hallway, the long hair is bound and fronted from the shoulder. She was spreading a book.

Thin, white fingers slowly turn the page. The beauty that rises in the downpouring light, the innocent eyes, is poured into the book all at once.

There would be no sight more out of place. I feel like I found an unknown descended angel.

"Why..."

"So, who is it?

Words that came out of my mouth by accident. When the princess hurried to close the book, she looked at me. But I was watched by her, and I stayed stiff.