The Economics of Prophecy

Leaving a robust but small position on a hill protruding into the great river, I descend towards the river.

I can see ships arriving from the south "Ookokoku" packing boxes of the same size one after the other. A familiar Central Garden Chamber of Commerce mark can also be seen on the boxes stacked in the box. The destination for large quantities of standardized supplies is a large group of warehouses that have just been built. Lines of carriages carry loads along the maintained roads, from the yard to the warehouse.

The majority are cereals such as wheat, but also meat, eggs, and a hint of honey.

At the foot of the hill, which was deserted until a short while ago, the two countries together make up a huge barracks base supporting 50,000 people. Even if you say 50,000, the combatants are about 30%, the users of the new magic wand are 50% of them, and the rest are non-combatants.

This base itself is the product of penetration work, and a large number of humans are used for transportation and other purposes. I'm talking about Craig waving his own tsuruhashi until just before I arrived. In short, you say you were forced to make it to the knight in total.

"Good luck. Senior Jean, Senior Dalgan"

I'm a senior here, I say hello to both of you.

"I was surprised to try again. I didn't know you could make it this far."

I said that again after seeing the future city of Central Garden (planned). The walls surrounding the perimeter are the only lows that have raised the earth, but the warehouses that now line up in front of us and the paths that will follow the northern empire are well functioning. Especially the road is splendid, not to mention a misappropriation of the legacy of the ruined old state. Of course, it can't be well maintained to Maldoras, the entrance to the Imperial side, just the supply route to the Imperial Army position in the north.

These two will be the major infrastructure facilities for future bilateral transactions. Incidentally, distribution routes within the Kingdom are also collapsed and aggregated towards here.

"It was really, really critical, though. How many times have you had the nightmare of a rotten Comgi while still in the field? No, you're gonna learn really well."

Jean looked at the box marked Kenwell and said:

"Right. This is all the supplies and types. We can't do this unless we have the transport standards in place."

D'Argan also nods with his arms around him. My arm is tightly burned.

"Normally, there's no such thing as this size once in a few generations, and it's useless to remember.... because it's your city..."

"Besides, if you think it's going to be our city in the future, it's going to be tough."

No way. Two people saying things that are problematic. Am I wrong because I have the land which the king has given me immediately?

On his way here, on the side of First Class, halfway between the warehouse and the road, was a territory with Kenwell and Dalgan roommates. The reason it is not a first-class land itself is because a futures market and convention center are to be built around it.

"Where's Senior Prla and Natalie?

"The kitchen. Meat, liquor, and sweetness. You behaved big, albeit only once a week. Well, meals are about morale."

"The most I can afford is money. Everything else is missing."

"It was worth switching paper for gold."

D'Argan laughed lavishly. And I immediately squeezed my expression. Its gaze goes far northwest to the mountains of blood.

"Let's go somewhere for business, not war.... for Master Alfina."

"Yes, Princess Reiki is coming to the battlefield at your peril, and you can't hide because we're merchants. For us, I'm afraid we'll be juniors."

When they said that, they went back to the warehouse. One last unintentional hit, you're about to cry.

I broke up with the two of you. I'm going through the side of the warehouse to the hill. In a repair workshop set up adjacent to the warehouse, Dolph, seconded by Bertoldo, hangs a haphazard on his disciples in front of a carriage that has been wheeled off.

Even though he's in a position like the total former tightening of the new carriage, he's not the same as he was the first time he was swinging a gavel. "Who would take care of the carriage if it wasn't for me," he said.

Bogan is making large bearings after coming out to King's Capital to advise on the handling of the molds on the barrels of magic lasers. It also provides bearings for imperial horse dragon cars. Whatever other parts are made of Warcraft material, only the bearings are overwhelmingly on this one.

Incidentally, the Empire has divided much of the horse dragon into logistics by horse dragon cars, not combat. Thanks to this, the transport of troops, beginning with demonic crystals, is extremely efficient. I can only say now that the improvement of logistics will also have a major impact on the future of this city.

Just as the horse dragon car passed by. The destination is just below the rear base main management. It's a workshop stacked with demonic crystals like stone. Red and black demonic crystals brought in from the Empire are piled up. Regardless of the molded and durable cylinder, the cartridge inside is disposable. Vinaldia and Shelley pack it.

I climb the hill. The flag of the kingdom that I built when I first came here is hanging. At the heart of the main business is a stone building with a dome. This is where the purple magic generator was installed. I call it the observatory on my own. It's at the heart of this operation. I'm supposed to basically pack it here, too.

I turned my foot to the edge of the hill before heading to the observatory. Magnificent sights spread. The disastrous beauty of the Blood Mountains to the northeast. The plains of the realm of the Fei Long extend beneath your eyes. North and east of the plain are two armies in formation. To the north is the Imperial Army of Dagobad. The East is Craig's Royal Army. There are other guerrilla units left in both countries.

I shuddered unexpectedly. Literally, both armies are positioned around this hill. I similarly approached a luxurious armored figure overlooking my eyes on the hill.

"Thank you for your massive purchase of the Urban Construction Bond, My Lord Tenberg"

I dared say hello as a merchant.

"Don't let me lose you."

"Stay tuned after winning this battle"

When I said it, Tenberg snorted. They will soon announce the marriage of the eldest son of the Marquis of Tenberg to the Second Princess. Indirectly, we become distant relatives, distant relatives. By and large, given the political balance, it's natural for us to distance ourselves.

"My Lord Commander."

"Um, good luck. Deputy Commander Fabius"

Tenberg nodded to Eagle Deep Fried at the old man who came up the hill. He's the biggest credit for creating this system under his eyes. I'm still flying around between the two armies and this rear base using land exploration.

By the way, it seems that the Baron and Deputy Commander of the Knights just has an example once in his statehood. Though he laughed that he had lost his life.

"The magical movement of the mountains of blood has never been greater."

Make a report so Fabius can hear me. It's from a simple observatory closest to the Blood Mountains. I see a huge mountain range, far away. Apparently, it moves.

Look down on the battlefield plan again before returning to the holding area. The meadow grass shines blue in the early summer sun. The enemy kept the time to his discipline. Thanks to you, we're ready to welcome you in time, but we're going to see if we can satisfy you.

I headed to the observatory. The perimeter is tightly guarded and there are antennas pointing in all directions. Nearby, the day clock I asked you to make is taking Jomtien to make a short shadow.

Enter the observatory. The center of the room is a large platform that has become a step taller, where a purple magic generator is placed. Alfina on that side. A little away from there, Fulsey looking at the radar. There's Meer next door and she's doing the math.

At the far back there is a long cylinder covered with white cloth. Noel is sticking around and doing the work. It's a bit of a relief for me as a familiar person. It's just not a situation I'm immersed in.

"Some of the magic in the Blood Mountains is boiling"

Fulsey said.

"Do you finally move"

In front of my eyes, some of the deep red magic began to move.

The bell rang. Outside the window the knights are pointing to the mountains of blood. I can hear the wives in the vicinity of the warehouse start evacuating simultaneously.

A dot like a black mustard grain is spraying up from the mountains of blood into the sky. It comes close to us as a disastrous red cloud.

The sight of swarms of warcraft gushing from the mountains of blood, symbols of fear, is a nightmare. I stepped away from the window and headed in front of my lover standing at the center of the room.

The girl with blue and silver hair looks straight at me. I took that gaze and nodded.

"Alfina, please"

"Yes, Ricardo."

Alfina stands in front of the generator with a starchless foot carriage. We, and our companions, shall now begin the battle to protect human society.

Purple magic occurs. Purple light columns spread through the dome ceiling. Using that as a signal, I could see the purple pillars also standing from both the north and east positions.

I'm heading to the entrance.

"All right, calm down. The Warcraft move exactly as we expected."

Outside, Tenberg hangs a hammer on his men. Far beyond that, the clouds of blood color increase in size as they reshape. In front of the frightening sight, I checked the scale of the clock and recorded the numbers.