The Economics of Prophecy

"Don't assume the calculation of 100 years of attenuation in a straight line."

"You have no choice. Because the concept of half-life depends on probability."

Me and Meer were walking down the college hallway for the first time in a week. I'm coming home from a sage room three times the size of it. There was even something like a willingness to sleep or an easy cooking space. Alcohol and knobs, of course. It's only a matter of time before a brand new wall or desk gets dirty.

"But you have more students left than I thought."

The hallway is solidified by a few students, moving around busily. Everyone is a civilian student. An unlikely bias in probability.

"Perhaps, Shao Xian..............."

"Wait a minute. This is Kalest's space, too!

A familiar voice echoed in the hallway so as to block Meer's words.

"Can't you see this letter of entitlement? By a formal bid, this classroom is our tenant."

"That's right. There's no turning up in a little house like yours this year."

Even though there are many lectures on selectivity, there is something called my classroom for once. We left our stuff on that shelf before we went to the librarian's hobby room. And the three contending students are just standing at that entrance.

Men and women who seem to be upperclassmen. A man sticks out more paper. The other stands calmly with his hands on his hips. Relative is a classmate's tall girl. I'm shaking my shoulders with regret.

Still, a letter of rights? A bid? I'm only uncomfortable with the words I hear.

"Isn't it an idyllic summer vacation in an elegant college? What the hell is that?

"Lilka......"

Meer looks at the girl on the shorter side.

If you think it's your voice, you're a friend of Meer's. Speaking of which, she was at the tea party just before the summer break.

"So, what's that thing doing?

"Maybe it's the location of the mock shop"

"No, no, no. Words are noisy for that."

You look like a grounder. I'm talking about the honor of the house, but the point is, isn't it a school festival?

Well, it's none of our business not joining. All you have to do is get in through the door behind the classroom.

"Let's get some baggage and go home"

"Yes......"

But Meer has a bad tooth cut. The eye looks at a friend. Lilka is desperate to eat down, but she hasn't been dealt with at all by two upper classmen.

"Do you know who the upper class is?

"Sure, I think they were brothers and sisters in Kalest's main house. My brother is the best student, my sister is the third grader."

Kalest.

"Kenwell and I are arguing over the next food guild chief"

Well, it's true that Lilka deals in dairy products under Kenwell's umbrella. Kenwell and Kalest. Conflict between the Grand Chamber of Commerce? It's okay for us to be conservative.

"You're not holding everything down to a classroom where you don't need money to say things. It's tyrannical to not even let them participate."

"Kalest just follows the rules. You could have participated fairly in the bidding. In the first place, Kenwell's head office is in the right place. First class next to us."

Can't even join? I was reminded of Lilka's face, who was in the mood for the mock shop.

And you see the bid, the amount of money, the rights, a little bit.

"Um, seniors... even if you've been talking to Lilka for just a little while..."

"Great, there's a rolling sample analyzing Kalest vs. Kenwell."

"Seniors..."

I walk down the hall. An upper class boy noticed my approach. Dark-haired middle meat, mid-back, I see. The outfit is the finest of the civilian population. The decorations are suppressed, but the fabric seems more expensive than a poor aristocratic student.

"Something like that?

"Excuse me, I'm putting my stuff in the classroom there. Can you let me through, seniors?"

Perfect attitude toward the upper classmates.

"The entrance will also be behind you. You should have let yourself in, shouldn't you?

The female student said more grumpy. Dark-haired as well. Beautiful with tight eyes.

"Earlier, I heard that this classroom cannot be used without your permission. Asked for your help."

I said it without breaking my attitude. I want to admire the mirror-like attitude of preservation that respects seniors, self-portrayal. Yet somehow they all frowned.

"That's since we started getting ready. What's your name?

"My name is Ricardo Vinder"

"Vinder? You've never heard of him, have you?

"Hey, what are you gonna do, Vinder? Meer too......"

"Oh, I wonder if you know Mr. Lilka."

"Not so much that I know him. We had a tea party together once."

Meer seems pretty close to me, but to that extent.

"Well, maybe the tea party Mr. Lilka said before the summer break. Couscous, the nameless Chamber of Commerce is close to each other. Let me tell you something, there's a clear difference between Kenwell and Kalest when I say the same deputy guild chief. If you're in a small house, you'd better think about dating."

It's an obvious mockery. I know. That's why I crushed Drefano.

"Hey, I invited this guy... Yeah, fine. Vinder won't be attending the Shaoxian Festival, will she? Go away when you get your stuff. This is our story."

Lilka shut up about it. Yeah, I thought I'd give you the names of Alfina and Luiza, for sure.

"What, you're not a participant. But you're right. Mr. Lilka, you wouldn't have been able to attend the following stores if you wanted to."

"Right. The weak can't survive unless they take care of their escape legs."

Calestos laughs all together. It's a fact, and you agree with that opinion. But the strong don't make wasted enemies, either. I don't even know if you're limping. That's how you know the crushed store.

"Couldn't even join? That's interesting. Can you tell me for the second grade? Senior Kalest."

I asked for a sample of Kalest's manners.

"It's Theodore Calest. Well, let's coach the poorly informed junior class."

………………

"I see."

In short, the rules of the Shaoxian Festival were changed and restrictions on the funding of participating chambers of commerce were paid off. to limited space, excessive funding. It's a real estate surge mechanism. Besides, they bought an apartment that didn't even live for investment, but they bought up a classroom that would set the stage for a mock store.

Unlike actual real estate, you can't make money on resale. Then the aim is to close down the less-funded mid-sized chamber of commerce? Why would you do that?

"See? That you follow only fair rules."

"That rule, it hasn't suddenly changed since this year. You turned your hands around."

"Oh, may I differ that Hilda and Leonardo were allowed to do so?"

"Damn, that's different, but..."

Lilka felt sorry for herself.

"Who?

"He is the eldest daughter of the Grand Duke of Kurtheit and the fiancé of the Second Prince. Leonardo is the second son of the Chancellor, isn't he? They're both fourth-graders, presidents and vice presidents of student associations."

He's involved in another mess. Don't just come up with a type of name that won't help you keep yourself safe. And it increases in pairs. I don't like remembering names. Hilda's the same name Alfina used to say yesterday to the upper classmates.

"So this is twenty days before Shaoxian Festival. I mean, starting next week, I'm renting out to get ready."

"That sort of thing. You can do whatever you want today. Now you won't be complaining."

No, wait, I still don't know why the key rule is to improve. What are we going to do with such a murky capitalist injection into the college festival? Are you a Chicago school of market omnipotence?

"Yep."

"Ricardo, you and Mr. Meer. I knew I'd see you."

I don't read this sinister air, I heard a bright voice. From across the hallway, a beautiful girl walks in that's going to make things easier. Besides Claudia. Speaking of which, did you return to the vicinity? The Grand Duke said he hated it.

Well, it's valuable to have a female escort in the college. Then why isn't Alfina stopping when she's closing in on me? Wasn't that your existential significance?

"This is Her Highness the Princess. You know, this kind of thing."

Sister Kalest, it was Zeldia who rushed out.

"Yes, Ricardo, I'm very grateful to you and Mr. Meer for your help."

Alfina said as if to brag about her friend. The faces of the two upper classmates stain with amazement. If you found out that taking care of it was instruction on rag burning, you'd flip it. My bodyguard.

"And it's definitely Mr. Lilka, isn't it? I was with you at the tea party last time."

"What?"

Brother Calest freaked out. Even the heir to the Great Chamber of Commerce still scares the royal family.

"I was just invited besides these two"

"So, what's wrong?

Alfina looked at Lilka as she cared. I remember the first time I had a conversation with Alfina. At that time, I tried to shelter myself from being obsessed with Drefano, who had never even had a conversation. Lilka now is obviously more than I was then......

Not good, they're going to take care of it before we get all the information.

"Big deal......" "That's right. It's not like Her Royal Highness cares."

They're trying to get Kalestos cleaned up, too, but that would be counterproductive. Even though this flower garden is natural, it's easy to adore, not burn. Plus, it's pretty stubborn and the type to push on to what you decide.

I get a headache in a situation where I hang on acceleratively. I was just walking down the hall for the summer vacation, how did this happen?

"I wonder what's going on in the hallway?"

That's when another voice rang from our walker.

"Dear Hilda"

Zeldia spoke softly.

Looking back, men and women who obviously feel like they're not the only ones approaching.

Button on tie, embroidery peeking through hem. Top of the class in this college. The woman has big blonde tits. The man is a skinny handsome man with glasses on. They're both fourth graders. Then I guess the other one is Leonardo.

"And Master Leonardo. This is a good place to come."

Theodore gives me an answer match. Good, we got more people, but not more names.

"All the way to Alfina. What the hell was that?

The upper classmate, known as Hilda, sent a cold gaze to Alfina. Will the Grand Duke's Lady abandon the royalty, albeit her adopted daughter? Was he the fiancé of the second prince? You mean exactly the villain's warrant, not the royalty already.

But then this situation sucks. Two small countries sandwiched by two big countries. Isn't it a situation like waiting for surrogate war?