The Economics of Prophecy

See the foothills through the back window. Has it come up about half of Mount Flying Dragon? From the ruins, the back mountain, Flying Dragon Mountain, had a path. Rather than cobblestones, they are lined with rectangular stones cut to a certain length. They assumed carrying heavy objects. Mathier said it was a mine, too.

Of course, the road has been rattled for a long time. The power of tree roots is amazing.

"My thoughts were sweet..."

I move to the front of the car. In front are many thick branches and trees that grow to break stones. No matter how many horse dragon cars, it's very unlikely to go forward.

But two horse dragons ahead. An imperial knight on it paves the way. They shake things like long sickles. When you see your body glowing, it looks like it's made of magic guiding gold. The branches that block the tips, and the trees that grow from among the stones, are cut off. I've only seen the use of spears, but I also have gear for these uses, utilizing the ability of horse dragons to transport.

I recall Dagobad ordering me to change gear before I went into the mountains. If we had only rented a horse dragon car, we would have been stuck in less than a tenth of the way.

"Shit, you're assuming a situation like this."

"It's obvious. The empire is almost a mountain."

Mathier said it like it was out there.

"More than that, you'll get hurt if you wander around in the car. I know it's cold."

"Oh, oh, I knew it wasn't like the foot"

I said as I sifted my shoulders. It's good to be here in the fall, I sincerely think.

"Crane."

"... go ahead"

"It helps."

I wear the fur Crane gave me out of my head.

"Being unreliable. I can't believe I brought His Highness to such a dangerous place. I guess you can take responsibility."

Crane stares at me. Her worries are good. Anyway, the surroundings are completely bright red leaves. Though blocked by tree crowns, the cliffs above this are the nest of flying dragons. And you're getting to this car with just over half a dozen rides. Only Mayteel, Crane and another magician in the car.

The rest of the members remain in the ruins for further investigation. I'm not burning. I'm asking for samples from wood.

"You have a direction. But I knew I couldn't make it up there."

Mathier looked forward. It is a cliff between us and the glacier. If you want to evade and move on, you have to go around a considerable distance. There are also rock walls there where the Feilongs seem to be building nests.

Even if you dodge them, it's a world of steep slopes with nothing to block them from.

"If what you were asking for works well, there's a chance you won't have to go that far to get a sample. It's done, right?"

I went out of my way to see a bunch of elongated sticks piled up in my car.

"Yeah, this is it. Because it only simplifies the broken castle hammer. Crane did it for me."

In Mathier's hand is a cylinder of magic gold. With the exception of the tip of the Empire's revolving castle hammer, it's hollow inside. The thickness is about the wheel I made with my thumb and index finger.

"............... nothing if you have the technology of an empire"

Crane pointed at a bunch of long sticks that extended to stick out of the car. The inner diameter is the same as the tip of the matille. It's about three meters long. That's five bundles.

"A record longer than the annual wheel, a record for 400 years if you think about the purpose, right? How are you gonna take it?

"By way of example, there is no certainty. However, as far as this sight is concerned, it's longer than I thought at first......, ugh, all the time"

In an attempt to explain what I was going to do now, the car suddenly stopped when I tried to finger-difference the blue lake surface I had glimpsed from the tree stand. I accidentally stood up and fell out of balance.

"Ricardo... Gotta!

I heard Mathier's voice coming from above my head, I'm covered in fur. I will. Over the fur of a shark, something a little more resilient was taking my face.

"Hey, I can't do that there...... Ah!

When I managed to show my face, I was dressed to hug Mathier in the chest.

"Ko, you disrespectful man"

Crane's anger echoed in the car.

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I got my face out of the car. I'm not facing sideways because I'm inclined, but because there's an earth-type red leaf carved on one cheek.

"Look at that."

Craig across behind the Imperial Knight points forward. The Dagobirds are gathering in front of the car. What they're surrounding is the carcass of a flying dragon. Raid in this forest? No, I didn't feel any signs of a fight. If you look closely, you can see that half the body of the Fei Long is twisted.

"... that was a demon wolf carcass earlier."

"Yes."

Mathier and Crane face to face. Demon wolves are sometimes hunted by flying dragons. In fact, earlier the remains had holes in their bellies. But how could a flying dragon... No, even Warcraft has a life span. It is also considered an individual who died in an accident or illness.

"There are no strange things around. Let's move on."

said Dagobad, who approached the car. After a while, I fell through the trees. My vision opened wide open. I see blue lakes surrounded by red woods against a white glacier background. It's such a fantastic sight to forget the purpose. Especially, the quiet lake surface is as beautiful as it seems to draw in.

A lake where the water dissolved from the glacier flows in. Glacier lake. Between the glacier, water falls from the top of the cliff, behind where it is like a small waterfall kettle. From there, a thin stream pours into the lake body. I guess the surrounding forests are like windproof forests. I don't even stand a wave.

I looked around the lake closely. There is no river that flows out. This would be ideal.

"I can't stay very long. We need to get this over with."

Dagobad looked over and said. On the western rock wall, a belled flying dragon stops. You're protecting the nest, or I heard a squeal of gagging to intimidate you.

I don't need you guys, so I want you to be quiet if you can.

The dagobirds gathered the dead trees and set them on fire with spiritual flames. Behind the woods, be wary of the Fei Long raid. The Maitilles approach the lake with vigilance around them.

I have a T-shaped stick to scratch the wheel. By the way, it's not what I used in my first prophecy, it's a specialty by Bogan.

Look around the trees. I like the longest tree age possible.

"Cold."

A voice of Maityr came from the side of the lake, waving her hand into the lake. Crane assembles the stick while letting the knight help him beside it. At its tip, Maityle attaches a barrel of Demonic Gold.

I start pulling the wheel out of the thick tree. Looking beyond, a rope stretches from a stick of wood anchored to the shore of the lake, from which a pipe of metal dripping, sinks to the surface of the lake. They weren't that deep to the bottom of the lake.

The stick is spinning while creating ripples on the lake surface. Normally, it's a massive bowling spree. If you do it through magic, you can't do it without the mechanism of an autonomously spinning castle hammer.

"This one's manual."

I started working on the annual wheel, pulling through the first bottle and mouthing the tea I got from the bonfire.

"I'm done trying and digging. How about this?

I opened the stick that Mathier had brought in half. A cross section of iron bars broken in two is coated in gold. I see, do you let magic flow through here? There was about fifty centimeters of fine mud inside.

"If this..., uh, if this warms you up"

I noticed that Mathier's fingertips were purple and I handed her the cup. Mathier hugs it with both hands. And I drank it up in one breath.... I was going to Cairo.

I first saw the upper level, the lake. There is little disturbance. I guess there's no biological disturbance because of the cold water. I poked my finger at the dreaded wet soil. Slightly elastic clay stuffed tightly with gray and white stripes engraved.

The two coloured layers differ in touch and the black one feels finer. Definitely. I opened my hand. From the thumb to the pinky finger, about between 20 cm...... 40 bottles. About five millimeters per year? At least, the pattern is completely uninterrupted at a creased 50 cm.

It's a prettier stripe of the year than I imagined. The formation process is different, but the cheat lake in the previous life was also difficult.

"Well."

Mathier asks me a little worried.

"I don't know unless I actually measure it, but it seems ideal as a sample. It's just a little diagonal, so if you can, can you ask for it a little closer to the center?

"I'll try everything I can. So, what do you know about this?

Maitille said as she gripped the empty cup tightly.

"Actually, this stripe is also like an annual wheel. Glacier records are accumulating at the bottom of this lake."

I pointed to a glacier stretching from the top of the mountain.