The Economics of Prophecy

"This means that factors that shape yields regardless of climate exist only in the east. And that factor is likely the Warcraft Flood"

I told Fulsey to look at Meer's formula uncluttered.

"He said that a flood of warcraft that would be crushed by the Knights if the omens came out would have the effect of increasing yields................ What is the reason?

Fulsey turned to me with an abominable face. You're better off just being dealt with.

"The Red Forest (Rubel Valt), the realm of demons, and the flatlands of cultivation are connected across the forest between them. Changes in red forest ecosystems should affect forest ecosystems, and changes in forest ecosystems should affect changes in plain ecosystems. The most likely thing is the presence of a vermin. The harm of a great rat who appears out of the woods at night and roughs up the fields cannot be fooled. Low-level demons also feed on ordinary animals. This is all the more so if the number of individuals increases and the magic decreases, that is, starvation. Demons leaked out of the woods into the woods, specifically around Demon Wolves. This reduced the number of forest animals that are vermin for the field. That's what I think. Now, what makes the West so rich this year?"

"There's going to be a warcraft flood in the West, that sounds good................... Abominable but reasonable. It's not half the time to support a prophecy, a disaster, with a wealth of prophecy."

I knew you'd notice.

"More importantly, the key part is not yet there. Unless the magic of the Devil's Vessel fluctuates, there will be no Warcraft flooding in the first place. Didn't I?"

Fulsey has followed a sharp and logical weakness. Exactly. With some circumstantial evidence, humans can easily create causality. Even if you're not a novelist, humans love stories.

But no matter how much the pedestrians ignore the signal, there will be no car accidents on roads where cars are not passing through. No matter how much it may seem, nothing will happen that won't happen without a root cause.

By the way, statistics are about putting coincidences on the basics. but that's fine now.

"So it's a verifiable issue. It is possible that the demonic power of the demonic vein is fluctuating in the West as well. And by the way, how do you predict the Warcraft Flood in the East?"

"The magic that springs out of the demonic vein is messy. Meanwhile, the magic power of the magic tools used by humans with qualities is in order. In other words, let magic flow through the artifact and take a photocopy of how disturbed it is on a piece of paper that reacts to magic. Deciding on proper standards, as well as well-quantified data."

The old man strained his chest. Again, this grandfather does. It's a stricter way than I expected.

"So if we take the same measurements in the West, we can show that there will be a warcraft flood."

Alfina said excitedly. But I shook my head.

"It won't. There will be a difference in time between magic fluctuations and the Warcraft Flood."

I was in the science database, remembering a graph of variations in the number of natural enemies and predators. These two interact unevenly.

"Exactly. The herald of a warcraft flood is not a single year of magic, but is based on the relative pattern of peak magic and subsequent decline. This takes several years. In the East, we have measured more than forty years of magic. But no record exists in the West where there has been no warcraft flooding to date. Even if we measure the amount of magic in the West from now on, we can't predict this year's Warcraft Flood."

"Oh no..."

Alfina turned into a hopeless face. We can't produce evidence of a warcraft flood that's become more likely. But, of course, I had my guess.

Yearly data should accumulate more than there are four seasons in this world as well. If it were purely data quality, it would be a glacier in the western mountain range, but no matter how much life there is, it's not enough. It is believed that…………….

Yes, there are characteristically coloured trees growing around that village.

But there are as many problems as there are. The deterioration of that record over time, can accuracy be ensured because it will be an indirect measurement in the first place? Still, it's possible.

"How much error does the measurement include?

"Not around 10%. What's wrong with that?"

"What if the curator, the inventor, experiments immediately?

"Weren't you the only one with the knowledge of Non?

"Failure is hard on young people."

It's a hard word to use for my classmates, but double my cumulative age is fine with living old people.

"Hmm, Nearly forty years after Non established his method. The successors don't change the way they do it at all, they just repeat the measurements. So what's funny? The Royal Palace stopped spending on research when no further precision was needed. But Noon continues to improve."

"That is."

"If you don't, you can judge with even more single-digit accuracy."

Fulsey took a piece of black paper out of her drawer.

"Then we'll go get that past data. As soon as I return, I would ask the curator to measure the sample"

"Is there really a way to know the past..."

"There is no certainty. But if it goes well, you'll get a record of the past few decades or so. And then, for comparison, we need samples of the same species in the East."

All you need to collect is a thin cylindrical metal. Negative control of ordinary trees near Wangdu. Make the trees of the East a positive control. I opened the drawings of the museum. It depicts bright red trees like autumn leaves. But this tree is this color no matter the season.

Red leaf trees, trees that only grow to a limited extent in and around the Red Forest, trees that require magic to survive.

"Well, Noon is an educator at first. I'll be glad to go along with the student bullshit. It's a princess's favor."

With that said, Fulsey caught her lips.

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After the lecture, I left the curator's office from the library side. Meer remains caught by Fulsey in the talk of an earlier formula.

I can't help it. But for some reason, Alfina followed me.

"Ricardo is really amazing"

The beautiful girl, shining in the dim library, looked at me with respect. I hope you don't expect too much innocence. In principle, I think it will work, but it's also a good place to cross. My stomach hurts just thinking about how I react when I fail.

"Ricardo's going to the village of Leiria."

"Yeah, I'd like to see it in person. Because that's Vinder's business partner, and I know the village chief."

"Really..."

Alfina stopped. And he looked up like he had decided to, and he looked at me with his straight eyes. I had a bad feeling, when this classmate showed his will, there was a good chance my safekeeping would shake. I don't even have to calculate that correlation.

"Please take me too"

"What?"

"You can't let Ricardo go through all this trouble."

"Oh, I appreciate your concern, but don't worry, I'm in the family business."

I said a hell of a thing. What if I was reincarnated into another world?

"But... If it's that village or me that I saw in the prophecy, I can confirm it. You might actually recall a more detailed image. Primary information,? It's important."

"It's..."

They poked me where it hurt. The hypothetical premise, the most important confirmation. And she's the only one who can do that.

"But didn't you say it was difficult for you to go away yourself"

"It's not easy, but I'll ask your aunt"

We even came to the exit of the library. Alfina looks at me with her willing eyes. It's a clear sign of her serenity. In the light of my eyes, my legs were stopped.

That's when the door suddenly opened. A black shadow came into the library. I stood in front of Alfina reflexively. The light from the browsing room reflected the silhouette. It's a ponytail woman. I saw an elongated reflection of light in that hand.

"Why are you with the princess!

I pulled it out before my voice. Speaking of which, I think I just heard a knock behind my back. When I picked you up, did they tell you it was the library? Has Meer been seen? If so, it happened to be a library, but it doesn't work.

"Klau, Ricardo just responded to my request."

"Behold. Oh, no... Ki, you..."

Claudia turned bright red. What the hell did you imagine? The blade of the escape is shaking with a pull. The situation where the unmarried Lord was alone in the Chamber with a man, the escort who saw it. This is not good. You can't be guilty if you screw it up. It's a different identity.

"Please calm down, Lord Claudia. Dear Alfina, I thought the way you put it would be misleading."

"............ Ah! Yeah, well... yes, Ricardo, you're bright on western land in your parents' business. So, they advised me about the prophecy. Because if you ask Dr. Fulsey, you'll see."

Alfina has a lot to say that might be the only classmate who can't do more abdominal arts than me. But Claudia pushes me when she hears it.

"Princess. Don't speak of prophecy anymore."

"Klau. But...... Ricardo, I..."

Hit too strong against the Lord. There seems to be stronger anxiety than I was wary of earlier. Still, Alfina tried to get closer to me.

"Ricardo. Never speak out, such as the fact that the princess cares about prophecy"

"I promise. Dear Alfina, it has been an honor to be with you this time."

As Claudia's gaze pushed me, I got out of the library. The two of you won't come out. Probably going back to the curator's office and out into the hallway.

He was biting his lips for some reason. You should be glad that the conversation is no longer true. Because I already have zero, no, negative, protective gauge.

In the first place, it's too impossible to take the princess out to the village. Alfina's aunt is Grand Duke Bertoldo, a great nobleman. I'm sure you'll make a good decision.