The Economics of Prophecy

Eight shadows stretch out in a courtyard illuminated by sunlight from the diagonal. It is a parasol on the food court, not a monument to the great triumph of mushrooms. By the way, I was a total tachenocrat in my previous life.

There was nothing in the space until three days ago, and our food coat was ready. Looking at the school building, five doors decorated to keep it from getting nasty surround it. It's a little odd that each Chamber of Commerce mark is desperately trying to hide the predecessor of the room that was the warehouse.

"You managed to make it."

There was a great deal of help from members' chambers of commerce when it came to setting up. That's right, the Chamber of Commerce, which is said to be mid-sized. Equipment preparation and its quality were a big deal. An empty parasol that differentiates itself from Higashiya and a white tablecloth. And all the gray laying cloths are brand new.

It is the luxury of the six chambers of commerce to fund each other.

Perhaps this elegance should be more of a terrace seat in a fancy restaurant than a food court.

I went to the place where the cooking assistants were gathered. At the centre of the eight tables there is a place for configuring small dishes brought from each Chamber of Commerce into one-plate lunches.

"This is the example. For your information."

As the puller pulled a thin stick with a light yellow sauce, a pattern appeared on the plate surrounding the dish.

The one-plate lunch I devised was unusual. While the characteristics of each color and shape are even more pronounced, the flavour is harmonious. For example, the moose of the Plura Chamber of Commerce was circular, cut into two pieces and arranged differently from one another. Let's not wear the soup container and shape.

Furthermore, the pattern with the teak sauce enhances the level of beauty by one or two levels.

My hands even feel apart now. In other words, when it comes to actual practice, they rely a lot more than I do. It makes me realize that I have lagged behind in sharpening my basic skills, depending on the application of modern knowledge.

Sad story, but I appreciate your overall direction as head of food court administration and your ability to focus on security.

"Jacob and Remi are going in this afternoon."

"Well, come on."

I remembered the two of them and blew them out.

"Seniors are bad people like plotters. How hard it was for me and Remi to make that outfit known"

"Even Meer hid that Remi would accompany Jacob until he could convince him. Betrayed and flattered, Remi's face was amazing."

"Destroying each is basic."

"Right. Especially if the enemy is mighty."

I saw the school building and the east house standing to pinch the courtyard. The large chamber of commerce creates a luxurious and relaxing space in the school building. It seems that Higashiya will be sold in such a way that merchants will serve at the Noble Tea Party.

Seeing the splendid boxes that pinch the left and right makes the hard-earned Holdings Castle look like a field position. Anyway, the contents are dirt all around. Is the weather the only salvation?

Earlier on, I saw Calest's brothers and sisters pointing at the courtyard and laughing through the window of the school building. That's what you have to do. If you don't stay alert, I won't talk to you.

"Morning, Vinder. Yes, Meer, this is what I was asked to do."

"It helps."

"Why do you need the fashion of accessories?

"That's a commercial secret."

"I didn't ask Vinder"

"I'll talk to you later"

"Yeah, up to Meer"

"Seniors are bad at keeping information secret because they care about their schemers, so I have to tighten it up."

They're gonna say terrible things.

You're here.

"Right."

Dulcan came next to me. The gate opens and a beautifully fitted carriage enters.

I'm a little frightened by the responsibility I carry. Although in my previous life, I feel sorry for having grown up once.

"Be considerate. Let's make a perfect business and let Calest blow a bubble."

I got banged in the back. It's good to have a member in the mood. In fact, it was Dulcan who took the head of the food court installation.

"Honestly, I think the first day is tough. Don't fall for it."

"Naturally."

Eat another blow in the back. It's a critical hit. It's a big deal to be able to interact like this now.

The luxurious dressed guests who got off the carriage were sucked into a temple-like school building. A few exceptions are heading towards the East Room. For them, the flock of parasols in the courtyard may only look like a luggage storage area.

Therefore, there is not a single customer on the food court. Not exactly. Not a single regular guest.

"I'm doing what I'm supposed to, but no one yet..."

"There are still ten of us. It's like that."

Belmini looked at me with a worried face. Every time a greeting comes to Alfina, a member trivially passes beside it and carries a one-plate lunch. Eating is also a member. Self cherry blossoms by name. From what I've seen, I seem to be drawing interest, but I haven't ordered one yet.

By the way, Alfina is the tent that I let carry him from the Grand Duke of Bertoldo, sitting left and right on Claudia and Luetua. As planned, just where you can see all the store doors.

By the way, Alfina has asked me never to recommend a food coat. Sometimes she doesn't have the personality to be able to do that kind of ventriloquism, because it's counterproductive for today's supposed customers. She just needs to get people together.

It was only just then that the humans who come to say hello to Alfina began to come out. Faster than I thought, and a lot of people. Perhaps the intention around Hilda to look miserable to Her Holiness is working. But it's not a bad start.

Marketing says the percentage of Early Innovators (customers who have no eyes for rare things) is 2.5 percent. At first, we can't talk unless we get the numbers together. I don't know if it's okay or not, but it's not a statistically rushed time.

"Senior"

Meer pulled my sleeve. A little bearded middle-aged nobleman came out of Alfina's holding room. My daughter is with me. At the end of Meer's gaze is the ornament she put on. Flower designs dominate the social world and are rarely bird-like.

Just like earlier, a one-plate lunch for members is carried. My daughter stopped more. Plura, who was overseeing the supply, has been called and asked what it is. And

"You're the first to remember."

As my daughter urged me, my reluctant father headed to his seat.

"As I thought earlier, when I say the beauty of this plate, it's a shame to eat it."

"Well, isn't that a brilliant taste?"

To the voice of my father and daughter, Prla laughed niggly.

"And your father. It smells wonderful."

"Oh, there was resistance at first, but it's funny when you get used to it. Yeah, that's not bad."

Silent Roston. But I'm holding my fist.

The reaction is good. A member whose ears were twitching gave an obvious sigh of relief. Lilka and Belmini and others are hand in hand.

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The sun just plugged to the top of the sky. The food coat with the parasol shadow painting a true circle has managed to become like. But the problem is with the customer category. Of course, it's not about the title or anything, and it's not about the price per customer or anything.

"What do you say, Meer?"

"Yes, as hypothesized by seniors so far"

Parallax and seats are buried. Some brightness returned to the members' faces compared to the morning when the idle birds were ringing. Basically, he's a nobleman who came to say hello to Alfina. But you've finished looking at the school building and the East Room, and some of the guests who come for the food court seem to have come out.

As you can see, there are a lot of female customers, and the male customers feel like they've been attached to each other. And I'm satisfied with both as long as I get a seat.

Whoa, the guy ordered a single roast beef.

"Mm-hmm. Isn't this better than what I ate before?"

Doesn't matter, but behind me was a flushi with a parabola antenna modoki in his hand. The few art teachers who were here with me are now nodding with a true face.

The characteristic of the guests gathered here is that they like new things, young and old alike. Indeed, nobility weighs on tradition, and nothing can be worse than carrying the character of a house. That's why I have a hunger for new things. And for them this is a festival. You can laugh if you fail.

I'm sorry this is a joke.

"I doubted my sanity, like doing business in a cabin and a warehouse, but you're doing your best."

"Kuck, yeah. It's an unexpected fight."

"This had seniors....................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Look under the parasol with only two pairs, the Karst brothers and sisters are in a good mood. You came at a good time, so I feel good too. I welcome you with my face that you are in trouble.

"What do you say, you try one?"

I said as much as I could, blocking their sight so they couldn't see the food being carried to the guest seat. Of course, with the thought of saying no.

"I'm afraid I won't. We're busy."

"Ha, I need you to try harder. It's hard for us to judge our customers."

Rarely does prayer make sense. Now the first start is delayed even if the other one tries to do something. It's going to only take the third day to be vigilant.

"You're a good riser. Meer."

"Yes."

I looked at the numbers on Meer's note and said:

I sat across from Alfina in the tent, sandwiched by the contrasting gaze of Claudia and Luiza. This one looks like a paragraph.

"I thought Ricardo was selling French toast."

"Because this time Vinder is only the back"

I'm not going to put that on the table. Sometimes I don't want to, but it's a valuable cross-world knowledge that can be reproduced in this world. I used a hidden ball called Yuzu even though it was small about this time. Stock control of bullets called information needs to be tight.

"That French toast is... No, fine."

"Shall I make it for Kraw next time, too? It's delicious."

"Become, the princess cooks, etc. What would you do if you were burned?"

Claudia stares at me. I thought the important Lord would be polluted with civilian food or something.

"Anyway, be careful. We need to be vigilant about the Empire."

"Right, Master Alfina. Sometimes last night."

Empire, is there something after all? It's not normal for Claudia to be more vigilant than me.

I got a bell announcing the end of my first day of business.

Now, do you want to go to the enemy's lair and see how it turns out today?