The Economics of Prophecy

The large shops facing Central Garden Boulevard were still busy today.

Upon entering the entrance, various kinds of smoked meat are hung from left to right, with salted barrels lined in the back. One of the clerks scrapes the surface of a suspended hunk of yellowbrown meat and cuts off a slice of peach.

The visitor from the kingdom was offered a business meeting. When he spoke of it, he turned his eyes round.

On the back of the store, there was enough heat to blow out the cheer outside. Inside the iron box set next to the window, there is a line of charcoal stained with red heat. On top of that, thick red meat stabbed on the skewer was turned upside down. Clear oil falls and makes the sound of juju.

Meat pulled up from the charcoal was cut into rectangles at the hands of the cook. A thick piece of meat with a slight red flavour was left in the wooden dish and offered to the head of the shop with the hot air standing.

D'Argan stabbed the two-stranded fork in his hand at it, cheeky on his mouth. Move your mouth lavishly, chew and swallow.

The middle-aged man who was cooking and the young man who brought the plate also started tasting when he got to his seat.

"Ha, I don't need a sauce"

"Yeah, the meat itself tastes amazing. Plus, it's soft and full of gravy."

Two of my men admired the steak.

"Sure, not bad"

said D'Argan. Steak cooked raw meat aged for days, still thick enough. The more I chew in my mouth, the better it tastes.

The meat tastes good on the verge of rotting. Anyone directly involved in meat knows that. At the same time, the difficulty of providing it.

To be honest, it tasted unpleasant to him either.

"He said it wasn't bad. Young... Branch manager who wasn't. This is fantastic."

A middle-aged man said as he cleared the baked skewers.

"I know. But in short, that would be the handle..."

Dalgan looked at the longitudinal box installed behind the kitchen. It's a freshly developed, no, developing demon prop that his junior brought in.

Shelves divided up and down, each with a different temperature inside. It is the lower step that keeps the same temperature even in summer as in the winter of the flatlands of the kingdom. The upper steps are cold enough to freeze what you put inside.

"It's really outrageous, isn't it? If you age in this, you can preserve the meat in its best condition. On the contrary, if frozen, it can be preserved for the same period as in the middle of winter. I'm the head of the boulder branch to get this stuff first."

A young man saw D'Argan without respect.

"Besides, His Excellency Lord Calamity came all the way out here and asked me to bow my head."

The older man's men also said proudly. His junior in the ranks of the kingdom and empire minister bowed his head to a special victory, "Because seniors are better than seniors." He also knows from previous relationships that it's not an act.

It is a new magic tool with a value of ten thousand dollars for the Chamber of Commerce dealing with meat. The mere information that it exists is invaluable. Besides, it is actually loaned out to try it out in the store this way. I'm not a merchant if I don't understand its value.

That's how I know my men appreciate Dalgan. But......

"I guess that's why I can't give you half the stuff. He's sweet, but judging by the product isn't sweet."

Yes, he has a will. That's what I mean as a senior.

D'Argan imagines when he serves this meat to Ricardo. Can I get the recognition I just gave in my heart right now......

A junior with the face "That's pretty good" came to mind. I came here and bowed my head. No shards of a special victory.

Moreover, there is another important thing that he must consider as head of the Chamber of Commerce. Storage capacity of this refrigerator. If we are shown this, we may no longer say that the realisation of a market that determines the future price of meat is also a distant future.

(Rather than say, you're definitely lending it to us thinking about it too)

This is the only project that concerns the future of the meat industry as a whole. Because of this, I can't think about the challenges in front of me or the cluelessness. It's a big job for a generation.

"You guys. You must be forgetting where and to whom to put this."

My men exposed their nervousness to Dargan's words.

"Well, I know. Even the king will be content with this flavor."

The word is not a metaphor, so no one laughed, including Dalgan.

"No butcher can serve more meat than this."

"I know..."

D'Argan puts on an arm and thinks.

"Would you like to try a different area, not a leg? Or do you use pigs, not cows? See, the raw ham was also appreciated by His Excellency Lord Calamity."

"... if it's just the flavor itself, then so is that. But pigs can't beat empires. It's an impromptu ceremony. The main plate, though lunch, is not good for the Empire."

The store uses pigs purchased from the Empire to make raw ham. Pigs who ate nuts in an empire rich in forests are much fatter and softer in flesh than meadows belong to the kingdom of the Lord.

It would be admirable if it could be transported to the king's capital thanks to you.

Ricardo also admired it as a new commodity born in the city of connections between empire and kingdom. And as a member of this city's leading chamber of commerce, that's how we need to think about the scale.

What's more, it's not just against juniors to be mean. Assuming the other butchers are opponents, that's what makes them kick ass in the fridge alone. But......

"... there's the same thing at the Pulra one."

D'Argan thinks of his rivals of the same year. Refrigerators are, in a way, like they are for a pull. I don't like the sweetness of ice cream, but the new flavour utilizing the tannins of chestnuts wasn't bad.

Plura just put that out, and the steak could be blurred right now. Besides...

(I don't know how he'll be satisfied with that...)

"I knew this wouldn't work."

Dalgan's thick fingers slapped his desk all over the place. An awkward silence covered the kitchen.

To keep Dalgan out of the way, his men left their desks and started cleaning up. One washes the baked skewer and the other takes care of the knife.

Dalgan, who was watching it, saw his own hand just hitting the desk softly. He became annoyed by the way the two of them carefully took care of the tools. And I spread my hands out in front of me with nothing.

(Shit, were you accustomed to just appreciating what your people offer? Well, I can't even think about it)

He stood up smiling bitterly. My men looked back in panic.

"It's been a long time since I've even been to the ranch. I'm sorry, both of you, but I'm not here."

That's what D'Argan said, slapping himself in the arm with a bang.