The Economics of Prophecy

A square dot that winds up dust from the far west and approaches. The eyes of the audience that were gathering on the walls gather at one point.

Their eyes confirmed the black flag hanging on the carriage.

"It's Prince Craig!" "The hero prince is in first place!

"Oooh!!

Three carriages lined up in triangles. A cheer goes out to the knight of silver glittering at the head of it. Uemura is only an exercise, but the general public is not aware of it. It's a rare entertainment we've seen in recent years: competition between the Knights.

Anyone in the King's Capital is guessing that the prestigious rotten First Knights will have uninteresting feelings for the feat triumphant Third Knights.

Not to mention the protagonist is the prince who twice debated the Warcraft. For them, they have decided to go to the border themselves to discuss the Warcraft, and even more popular is the hero who defeated the giant dragon.

"Wow. He's really back in three days."

Said as impressed by the man who carried him.

"No, you sometimes go as far as Bertoldo, don't you? Hmm, that's definitely early if you think about it. Is that rumor true..."

The man, who was next to the pedestrian, wrapped his hand around his neck, replied. I have burn marks on my arm.

"What's a rumor?

"It's a bit of a rumor among blacksmiths. New carriage parts are being made in Bertoldo. The provenance is the politeness of Prla, who is involved in the opening of a trade fair in the form today."

"How could a carriage part be made in Bertoldo? There's no iron in there. Besides, how do confectioners know about carriages?"

"I don't know. Well, it doesn't matter to us what carriage the Knights use. We'll talk about it. Whoa, what's that pattern? It's not the Knights' mark."

Even while I'm at it, the carriage keeps getting closer and closer. I also watched the start. He saw something he didn't have when he got out there. Indeed, it was the mark of an improved carriage, or a white cloth was spreading and a double circle of black was painted there.

"Surrounding Mark resembles a Bertoldo tattoo..."

A pedestrian said.

"Whoa, here comes the next one. The First Knights? I'm sorry it's a new car. I live in Wang Du..."

He glanced. But what came running was a smaller, more luxurious carriage than the Knights.

"No, the merchants are in on it, too. I can't believe you followed the Knights carriage."

"That's because the Carriage Guild Manager's shop is in. Isn't that fate? Son of a bitch, you're making money on the Gard guy."

The craftsman remembered his colleagues who were betting in the dark gamble.

"No, you're not. That's Kenwell's carriage. It's the best of the food guild."

"Ha, that's a huge madness. The Gard one will regret it."

"Oh, my God, there's no one behind you."

"You, haven't you seen the form? It's about half a day apart. If I'm bad, I might not be back by the end of the day."

"Oh, my God, the Knights and the Merchants are all set. I feel sorry for the First Knights and the Carriage Guild."

"The goal was a form."

The man floated his hips.

"Oh, I've never eaten anything. Yeah, they're selling rice. It's the kind of meal that nobles eat."

"What the hell. You're exaggerating half the time."

"But it's Dalgan's manners."

"Speaking of which, who knows if you've been preparing for it?"

"Oh, sure, Vinder is a silver chamber. Until a while ago, they were copper."

"Oh, that's funny."

As they spoke, they headed to the stairs. The rest of the audience descends down the walls.

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Many seats are installed so as to surround the rectangular form. One of those seats sat a man of neat stature. He saw the venue in his hand with the sandwich he had removed from the It's an unthinkable noise in a suddenly appearing event.

His interest in the unfamiliar event known as the trade fair was prompted by the fact that he had never heard of an attempt by the Knights to compete for carriage performance. It's an unmissable story for him to run a massive caravan.

Examination revealed that the conflict between the Second Prince Faction and the Third Prince Faction was in the background, and he lost half his interest when the Carriage Guild Leader carried it on the Second Prince.

However, the Vinder Chamber of Commerce, whose trade fair organizers have recently become known for their names in the Wang capital. The date of the trade fair is clearly set to match the Knights' race.

I had heard stories about the Grand Duke of the West funding the emerging Silver Chamber of Commerce. There are even rumours that the Fourth Princess, now even known as the Virgin of the Redemption, is falling apart. Furthermore, this trade fair is under the royal permission of the King.

Afterwards, Kenwell, the head of the food guild, while the Silver Chamber of Commerce, also found out that it was involved in what was recently known as Dulgan, the only plura whose name was widely known in the Wang capital. It was enough for him to regain interest.

And it is the announced qualifying order. It's the biggest madness for him. He decided to check the race results himself.

And if you come, it's a meal with the unfamiliar name 'Matsu'.

"It was worth the excitement to gather information anyway. I see, the food guild is going to help. Then the real mastermind is still around Kenwell..."

That's when three carriages jumped into the form from Central Avenue. Crowded around the cobblestone, the common people chewing on black bread cheered simultaneously.

"That's an improved carriage, it doesn't look the same..."

It rains very little and the dry winter climate is not bad for carriages. But still, it's early. Incredibly, there's more luggage in the carriage than usual.

With his eyes, you can tell what a carriage is made of when you see it running.

Not being drunk by the cheer calling out the prince's name, he observed calmly. He says he's on a three-day journey, and neither the princes on the throne nor the horses see great fatigue. I can't imagine how many Knights carriages can spend their budget on lubrication.

Above all, the difference between the First Knights, who were offered a new car by the carriage guild, clearly attests to the performance of the new carriage.

"Where did this technology come from?"

A man puzzles. Craig's whip becomes. The horse increased its speed by answering that. Besides, the subsequent carriage that came into the form a little late belonged to the merchant. His eyes saw the same double circle mark on those two. The pattern that surrounds the mark simplifies the Bertoldo crest.

"And the same thing's over there too..."

Behind the form, there is a tent marked with a double circle as well on the outdoor stage. Next to it is written a small marking of a bee in a pot like I'm sorry. It's from the Vinder Chamber of Commerce, even though it's an organizer, but it's not noticeable.

"Are you really saying that that's the real deal..."

In a cheer, the merchant snapped his neck.

If so, they would be using the Knights' race as if it were a customer discount. He realized once again that what was happening here was bigger and more complicated than expected.

Welcoming with great cheer, Craig's carriage cut the goal tape. The two carriages that followed also jumped in at about the same time.

Three Bobcat crests of the Knights of Warcraft lined the bulletin boards posted on the form. The voice of the audience honoring the prince and the knights covers the wide form.

Cheers again. Next to the Knights' bulletin board, Kenwell's trade name appeared.

Four carriages circle the form to show off their spare time. In a circumstance that should also be called triumphal driving, it is announced that the subsequent carriage will be delayed by at least half a day.

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As we were moving down Central Avenue, I heard a loud cheer from the form. I heard a crowd honoring Craig. I also heard a lower voice called Kenwell.

"Looks like it's working."

"Right. Damn, the cheat carriage gave me a hard time."

I'm relieved. By now, around the time Craig was giving a tightening speech on the form.

'Cause it was pretty sticky after the magic ran out along the way.'

The magic that the carriage was emitting disappeared unexpectedly. Still, I managed to get back on the street and the reaction stopped completely.

When we cut the radar, we made contact with Uncle Adele and rushed for a ”rescue”. Apparently, the horse did better.

The two craftsmen graciously offered to help as the Knights watched over the race. Of course, he refused, but thanks to Uncle Adele's push, he could see "around his feet”.

Unlike horses, by the way, the carriage was not frightening. No, if there was some kind of malfunction, they wouldn't have been able to get their hands on it.

... In the unlikely event that I say it's an imperial standard carriage, I have to review the imperial military technique.

We got out of the carriage at the entrance to the form.

Lilka and Meer came running this way. Behind it are also Euphilia and Alfina.

"Hmm. An unusual performance carriage using magic. I hope it belongs to the Empire."

"Yes. I think I was just switching around my legs. It's hard to think of anything else."

I explained the upside of the road.

"Okay. Speak to the Chancellor."

"Is that His Excellency the Prime Minister...... I've been complaining about Noel."

"Good luck with Alfie. I managed to pull it back into neutrality. If the opponent becomes an empire, there's room for a fight."

"Yes."

Alfina gave me a full smile.

"Su, isn't that amazing"

I remembered Alfina's words about getting a thank you if it helps.

"Is Noel here?"

"Yes, Grand Duke"

"He will be treated as an apprentice court magician from next month. I'm not in a position to be Fulsey's assistant. Hurry up and get ready."

"The court magician..."

"Ah, hey."

Noel fluttered. It collapses like it leads to me. I rushed to support her.

"You're exaggerating. You're an apprentice."

"It's a big difference. There are only two top magicians in the third wing. If you're an apprentice and you're in the third building, you're supposed to be up there."

Fulsey told me to sympathize. For this one, the magic dorm apprenticeship didn't give me freedom. In the first place, it's already a walking state secret. Compared to that, it's trivial enough.

Let's not say it.

"Senior. Looks like you're getting along a lot with Noel."

Meer said when she saw us.

"Right. We've been together for almost a week."

Alfina also tuned in to Meer.

"No, this isn't it"

I rushed Noel into the carriage house.

"I understand that. Please get ready over there. Because we are the ones who sell Shaw Chik Bye. There's an amazing crowd, by the way. Most of them merchants. Some of them are quite up there. I know, but there are artisans out there."

Lilka said.

"Looks like Bertoldo's got a piece on him. You can do whatever you want."

Next to Alfina, who shut up, Euphilia said. You're working fast.

"Okay, this one buzzes over here. Sell me bamboo around the tent."

"Because you don't have to get any more excited! Because it's not enough!!

Lilka screamed. I guess you call this a happy scream, sure.