The Economics of Prophecy

"You've been finishing up pretty good"

It's been a long time since I've been in the college hallway, and I've shared my thoughts on my journey to Wang Du. A four-day carriage journey from Bertoldo is at least as normal. Jacob says the cruise speed and duration are increasing. I don't forgive you in a few days, but it's huge that you've run down the actual road.

"It's obvious. Me and Meer worked so hard."

"Right. Seniors have clumsy hands, and their powers were weak and not very helpful. I was the better coordinator after Alfina."

"I was working on my next plan, too. Like a trade fair."

It is true that it was not very useful. But even during this return, I was thinking a lot about selecting a checkpoint.

"The more the seniors work out their measures, the more human hardship they have around them."

"Yes, no, well... You can count on the seniors at the fair."

I thought about the meeting I was going to have.

"Well, Lilka seems to have enjoyed it a lot."

I was just a little relieved by Meer's words. As a cautious person, swinging around isn't stomach-friendly.

"Well, I really have to join you, too."

As the library approached, another small-minded Noel began to Kyodori.

"You don't have a problem. I don't have a prince and a grand duke compared to before. Alfina and I had quite a break."

"Oh, that was the situation."

For Noel, who is a grad student but was stuck in a magic dorm, it still seems to be a high hurdle to hang out with his classmates. But we can't just take it off today. Because she is a valuable judge.

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"... oh, finally back"

When I walked into the room, I was greeted by a plura that didn't cut a bit more than usual. One of the laboratory's long desks is cleaned up beautifully and a member of the Central Garden sits down. Of course, Alfina's with us.

By the way, there is no lord of the room. It is called to the Prince for the noise problem of the Western measuring station and the record of the warcraft that the former Second Knights had accumulated.

"Senior. Are you tired of something?

"I wonder whose fault you think it is"

"That's right. I told her about the food at the trade fair and the hopeless hope of throwing it round. Thanks to you, I lost my arm and stomach."

Plura and Roston nodded at D'Argan's words.

"So did you do it?

"Who do you think we are?"

"Yes, I'm confident."

While this one was in the carriage and cutting, he was completely ready.

"First of all, it's Matsu."

Prla put the basket on the table. I didn't officially call it Matsubamboo Plum. It wouldn't make sense in this world.

The finest 'pine' has contents wrapped in cloth in a shallow jar. I encouraged Noel. She's the only one in this who has no idea what's going on.

"Liar, this is the cooking"

Unwrapping the packaging carried, Noel's expression stains with surprise. The contents are structured around three sandwiches of soup in a bamboo barrel.

The finely tender bread is a luxury product. In addition, each of the three is cut out into different colors and shapes. The character valve is more of an inspiration than a tabernacle valve. Most importantly, we don't say anything about the details.

There are so many professionals in so diverse positions. My mouth is useless.

"From the green, please. Lady."

Noel reaches out to Prla's playful words. Spinning shapes modelled on plant leaves. Stuck in colorful pieces. Noel watched it sparingly, but opened his mouth as if he could not stand the colorful contents.

"What's this, oh, yummy"

Noel roared.

"... a salad sandwich made with plenty of vegetables carefully selected by us and lilka cheese"

"The point is a combination of tomatoes and cheese."

Bermini and Lilka added commentary. I reached out, too. It spreads acidity and mellowness in the mouth. It's a great combination of refreshing but also impactful and rich. Close to a BLT sandwich, but modest flavor with honeyed bird ham is what I expect next.

"The second is our prized meat"

A circular bread with shaped rye in the fine dough. It has a brown colour and an appetite-inducing aroma. Gokuri and Noel's throat rang.

"... heh, the inside of the lid fills with the taste of meat. And this scent..."

"Is this scattered, truffle?"

I asked Roston.

"- Oh, I added it to the roast beef sauce"

Thick-cut roast beef with trapped gravy. I can't wait to smell some sensual truffles that resemble garlic. The strong flavour of rye is perfect.

"- The third one needs to get Vinder's thoughts in particular."

Roston prompted me after I nodded satisfied with the scent of a truffle or Noel I was in love with.

"The third one is... fried."

A brown coat sticks out of a wavy rectangular white bread. The red tomato sauce on it made his face under finger pressure.

"Oh, could it be fish!

I was surprised after a sip, and I immediately checked the cross section. I tear because I'm familiar with fried white fish. Fishburger loved it. When I said I wanted all three types of ingredients and cooking methods changed, I wanted them to be different. There are no chambers of commerce dealing with fish in Central Gardens.

"That's right. Purchased perch from a fishmonger I know. And..."

"Um, Ricardo, what do you want me to do with the flavor?"

Alfina looked up at my face.

"No way, was it cooked"

It would have chilled the hearts and boldness around the sawdust.

"Dear Alfina, it's also important to remove the shape and finish the sandwich. Someone was looking forward to this dish."

Lilka said.

"Ya still haven't? I wasn't able to participate much in the work of the diocese."

If I could look up with such a worried face, even if this was just black bread, I would have to snort.

"This face of a senior is more than satisfying."

Alfina bows her chest to Meer's words.

"Dessert is served separately this time."

I changed the subject in the light.

"Clearly, this is the most delicious ingredient."

Plura brings white fruit to her pride. It was white fruit broken into two parts. It is honey-picked. Tightly packed, cheesy shades. It's a fruit called Cherimoya. High altitudes in the south. In other words, the fruition rate is low, besides being picked only in a peculiar environment in this country. I guess it's a bug-borne flower.

When I heard from Pulra and Roston, I carried one beekeeper and tried to pollinate it. Even in the original world, one of the roles of beekeeping is insect agents in orchards. According to the story, the harvest doubled 1.5 times.

They're not very conservative, but they plan to distribute it as a new fruit in the Wang capital in conjunction with the improvement of the carriage.

That's why the unveiling is a trade fair. It is the success of a member of the Central Garden who captures business opportunities.

The taste is outrageous. As cold as I think custard ice cream would be. It has a moist texture and a sweet, cheesy richness. Faintly scented yuzu notes and caramel accents are also great.

Even the Alfinas who should have already tried it. I have a look like I'm in love. To Noel, keep the first bite included. I don't know why.

"I've tried it many times already, and this delicious taste is against the rules."

"Yes, especially since this dessert has never even been eaten in the Royal Palace"

A member of the Central Garden who surprised and satisfied us also started tasting. The girls look happy anyway. The sweetness of the dessert seems to have restored vitality.

Meanwhile, the men are tired faces that they've done it. I have my hands on my forehead as far as Roston to support my head. Interesting the exact opposite of the time of the bearing.

By the way, "Bamboo" is a simple version of "Pine" into a regular white bread, and they pinch the same equipment. Desserts serve French toast if desired. A product for wealthy merchants. I don't think you need a tasting.

"Uh, it was Mr. Noel, how was it?"

"Uh, that surprise"

"If you're surprised, you don't know."

Lilka spoke to Noel. Friends of friends are friends theory, if you look at it from me, don't connect with such a high difficulty combo.

"... because you're one of those people who's already been dragged around by Vinder.... because you don't have to hesitate. Hey, Meer."

"Noel struggled hard enough to be eligible to eat this too."

"Oh, I knew it was. Nice to see you again."

What kind of a way to say it like that Ricardo Vinder victim's meeting. I'm also thinking about the interests of Central Garden. There are three kinds of lunches, including the economic structure.