The Economics of Prophecy

"So, seniors. What kind of impotence do you have this time? As a secretary, you need to prepare your mind, so please share your information in advance."

I spoke to Ricardo with as little voice as possible. At the end of the hallway is the library door. There's no problem with the library, but today's destination is in the curator's office, further ahead.

"You're not listening well. Besides, I'm gonna do it right this time, so I'm gonna be okay."

"Where are we going?

"The curator used to say," Sorcery Dormitory, "just halfway between the Academy and the Royal Palace."

"Are you going to get your hands on magic in earnest? I can't even imagine how to be solid."

"... say it's okay. Because with Meer, it's a hundred manpower."

Ricardo's words rip his heart off for a moment. But...

"I'm asking how I can go steadfast. The senior's only answer is that it is possible to do what we are about to do now. And it's unfounded."

I don't know what you're trying to do, but I have a feeling you're going to do it. It predicted a flood of warcraft in the West, making the courtyard the center of the festival where no one was supposed to lean in at the Shaoxian Festival, and sealing off the dragons that devastated the Knights.

And he's going to get his hands on something completely off the field again. In contrast, I...

"If you're talking about magic, it would be better if you brought Master Alfina."

I dare ask that way. It can't be that easy to get Her Royal Highness out. No, if Ricardo asks, Alfina feels like rushing to put anything aside, but let's put that aside. The important thing now is to get an idea of the role you are being asked to play.

I just don't know where it's going. Before this, I was a little alarmed and I followed him to the battlefield. I want you to know how bad your actions are to my heart.

"No, from what I've heard from the curator, it looks like magic has a proper mathematical basis. Because Meer's talent depends on her. Look, I'm not very good at math."

"I'm not stupid!" Lilka's words were unintentionally played back in her mind. If Ricardo doesn't like math, there's no one in this world who's good at math. Sure, I think I'll squeeze Ricardo when it comes to what I was taught. But the number and quality of concepts we have is unusual.

No one understands that more than I do about this. Even an old man called the Great Sage wouldn't know Ricardo as badly as I do.

That's why I know, Ricardo compared it to something I don't understand. In the first place, if you're a person in the kingdom, you usually use the word "several techniques."

"God's a mathematician. We need to talk."

That's what Ricardo used to say to me. And how many times do you listen to words that make you feel better? It's my senses themselves.

I like numbers. The feeling began when I felt comfortable. And it was Ricardo who found it for me the first time in the world.

That was six years ago......

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"You're the priest who's good at mathematics,, and counting."

I was spoken to by a boy in a small building barn just named after the cathedral in the village.

Someone knew. He's one or two older kids who come to the village sometimes. I feared the anomaly of crossing parity with the village chief for the sake of my children. Not like me, but I think it's dangerous if you don't hide some more.

By the way, a priest is the adoptive parent of an orphan in our village. The priest, who was banished from the capital to the village with a good and unclear object called Nylan, taught us to read, write and calculate. Everyone managed to read hard enough. But I was obsessed with a few tricks.

It wasn't a reality that caught my heart without my parents, it was a much prettier world than reality or something. But nobody understands that feeling of mine. All the orphans think the numbers are just awful and the calculations are tricky. Beyond that, there is an amazing world.

"That's not a big deal"

I answered as bluntly as I could. I don't understand anyway. Even priests don't understand the world I see.

"Well, can I raise one number of issues, then?

My heart boiled down to the word problem. I knew that a merchant handles a lot of numbers far more than a human in a village. It's a little annoying to me. What kind of problem does that child, the unchanging boy of his year, pose? I nodded unexpectedly.

Just for a moment, I was tempted to do something about it.

"Bye, yes"

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The boy put a plank out in front of me. Back then, Vinder himself still didn't have enough assets to easily use paper.

Anyway, I wandered off to the number of rows drawn on the board put out in front of me. The number drawn across the three rows deforms into squares at will in the head. And three numbers emerged.

The question as if it were a mystery is not technically a matter of a few tricks or anything. Nonetheless. I didn't think so.

"Yes, how many 9 were in this?

That question surprised me more and more. The intent of the question was clear. Could this guy be.

"Nine out of 64 numbers is three."

I answered instantly.

"That's amazing. First of all, I think it's because it's 8 × 8 to say 64."

"Yes."

"You can tell that nine is three, because eight and nine look different in color?

"Doh, why not? Oh, can you see it, too?"

"Yeah. Unfortunately, I don't have the talent to say that."

The boy said sorry. At that time, I didn't know how to apologize or how I could tell I was disappointed. Now I know. Maybe Ricardo knows loneliness where the world he sees is invisible to people.

"Well, one more question, please. If I told you I wanted to leave the job of using numbers to you, would you come to us?

Out of the barn I was facing him again at the cathedral table. He recommended something incredibly sweet to me: honey.

Yeah, I'm the first girl Ricardo's ever done honey to, I guess. I didn't have enough money to make French toast then.

... I don't have it in my roots. In the first place, I wasn't caught in the sweetness of honey.

"Does that mean you'll buy me"

"No, I'm not. I would not reduce such learning efficiency. With your mathematical abilities, I want you to help me with my purpose. Right, I guess it comes from something like a secretary. We still can't afford to stick you in a few specialties."

I didn't know what you were talking about, but you understand that feeling of yours and you need it. That was too fascinating a story. I had forgotten my first vigilance and snorted.

The boy went to get his father. And I became an apprentice to Vinder.

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That's how now I'm co-owner of Vinder. I can understand it because I'm entrusted with the books. My assets can no longer be a bad copper chamber or any other problem. Every year's money, called dividends, comes in even when you're asleep, you can just play and live. I tremble when I calculate what will happen in the future.

But it doesn't matter why I follow Ricardo. Because it gave me the only role I could do. So I can't help but have a few flaws. I'll make it up to you there. Even if that's a job I'm not very good at.

Otherwise you can't beat that girl. Me and Ricardo are still good enough. But that girl and Ricardo can feel it's a matter of calculation. You said at first you wouldn't get anywhere near such a volatile person.

I mean, what if I did it recently and there's more heterosexuality around Ricardo? Especially Claudia. I appreciate you protecting Ricardo, but I'm not forgiving you for pointing your sword at him. I was second on the vigilant list until a while ago.

This list is sixteen times more dangerous for the second place against the fifth place, as the numbers jump in equal proportion classically when the rank rises.

Anyway......

"Do you feel like spring in my world?"

As I was manipulating Claudia's ranking, a person who had recently risen in rank came to my attention. She's the daughter of a merchant who had dealings with Drefano and Calest. Sure, he deals with fancy cloths for nobility. Moreover, his mother's home is a fallen aristocrat in the Felbach commotion. To strip him off and give him to his daughter-in-law at the merchant's house, a fire train with the legs of a guild leader whose merchant keeps standing.

Mostly information from Lilka. Lilka was eager to find out that he was Ricardo's enemy. These places are no match for my friends.... It's for me, isn't it, Lilka?

"I wonder what you're up to in form over the head of a commercial guild. If you screw up the form, I won't forgive you."

"Eh, you stick to the form..."

Ricardo began to logically think about the intent of the other person's statement by way of example. I know because I tend to be the same, but that's dangerous.

Preventing a crisis at the national level is dull for familiar dangers.

"The dissatisfaction will be received to the entire merchant involved in the trade fair, including Vinder"

"Hey, what's the glory of a food guild leader, huh? Anyway, I won't allow the form to be privatized."

In my words the woman left behind a throwaway dialogue. I want you to thank me for what I did with the food guild. I'm not saying this because unlike Ricardo, I have a decent sense of preservation.

"Come on, don't be too dangerous."

"I don't want to be told by seniors who were being taken out on the battlefield when they realized it"

"No, that's what happens."

"Are you going to sue the king?"

"And he said he had no choice. Look, I explained, that's..."

"And I still haven't explained how this trade fair can be made more convenient"

"............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... Speaking of which, what about the girl now?

"I explained this before. Please read the report later.... be careful because seniors are chocolate as they are considerate."

I said with a sigh.

"I know. Look, we have to hurry to the curator's office."

Changing the subject openly, Ricardo quickened his legs.

"Okay."

I'll follow later, too. It is certain that the reality from behind Ricardo will look much prettier than before.

I'm not interested in dividends on Vinder's shares, but it's mathematically interesting work to support forecasts of ever-increasing earnings in equal numbers. At last, there is certainly something to be drawn to the reason of witchcraft.

I won't tell you because I'll keep Ricardo on track.

Well, I wonder what the hell I can show you today.