The Economics of Prophecy

"We are afraid you will come all the way. Dear Dargan."

"... Marto's father. Don't do that, Mr. Dulgan."

Dalgan, getting out of the carriage, ruined his head in greeting the rancher who greeted him. The ranch operates livestock almost exclusively in a kingdom rich in agricultural produce, which is also rare.

It is a wasteland with little rain on the terrain, but his ancestors have grown it with the Maltese, who have seen its proximity to the Wang Capital, a large consumer land.

More than half of the pasture spread on one side, the ponds dotted, and the vast forests for the kingdom are people's efforts.

Because of such connections, both houses were relatively close to each other as relations between merchants and producers.

"What are you talking about? The momentum of the Dalgan Chamber of Commerce in the Wang capital is also daunting. It's now the grand Gold Chamber of Commerce. That's not all. Every time you go to the head office, the chairman will ask you many times about the form. He said there was a hero out of us."

Malt grins and lifts the durgan.

"So stop it. We were just helping behind the position. Even my father's butcher said something about soldiers back then."

I just remembered the emergence in Wang Du's form, which itches Dalgan's spine.

"Totally. It's insane being a merchant to go all the way into a herd of warcraft."

said the young daughter, who was next to Marto, with a pointed voice.

"Sheila. Say hello and be rude before... What the hell, in such a grassy outfit. I told you to get dressed."

Daughter with a blushing face, one head lower than Dalgan with three braided chestnut hair. Looks like he's been in the stables before with straw crumbs on his work clothes.

Surely he should be almost twenty years old. Dulgan was thrown in here many times because of his father's policy of knowing the scene. I remember Sheila when she was younger and she ”coached” herself greatly.

After enrolling in college, I hardly had a chance to face each other.

"Oh, my God. Sheila's the same."

Dalgan gave it back, in a slight panic to look much more grown up.

"Unlike the great heroes who have friends with nobles, it's our job to feed the cattle."

Sheila looked at Dalgan with her hands on her hips. I remember the old days in that appearance and my face almost dusted off.

But Marto panics to his beloved daughter's words.

"I'm sorry, the daughter is worried... Look, Lord D'Argan went out of his way to His Royal Highness Prince Wang to carry you here to compliment you... Sheila was as happy as she was about me."

"Oh, you took care of me then"

D'Argan hastily changed the subject. Once upon a time, Craig stopped by this ranch, ostensibly in the name of the Negi to Dalgan, who cooperated in the dragon exorcism, but actually visited it to experiment with pollen poison.

That experiment that collected livestock and just enough wild mountain animals to get it. I haven't felt good to be honest, but I've heard later that it's become a trump card to defeat the Imperial Horse Dragon Squad.

Oddly enough, he helped the hero prince defeat the two types of dragons.

In such a way, in relief carved into the king's capital, Dalgan is depicted alongside Ricardo directly in front.

Dulgan is the most prominent compared to Ricardo in his normal body shape.

"More than that. His Royal Highness has a big job at stake. That's why I'm here today."

D'Argan said something.

"It was, again, an honor to serve the meat to be served at His Royal Highness Prince Wang's reign ceremony. Of course, we are ready to deliver the best…"

The rancher's face made me anxious. Naturally, the royal servants, both famous and famous, will pay the meat to be served at the reign ceremony of the new king. It would be considered special among them. For that matter, the responsibility is extremely great.

"No, I'm not complaining about things. Well, we'll talk inside. I'm sorry, but help me put that down."

D'Argan pointed to the carriage he had embarked on. A square rectangular box is tightly roped to the carrier.

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"Well, is this the meat from two weeks ago? It's incredible."

After settling into the house, Dalgan took the meat he had brought out of the lower steps of the fridge he had brought in. Mult mouthed the cut raw meat intact. Sheila, who did the same, is keeping an eye out.

"Oh, this is outrageous in itself. Flip the meat distribution all over. But we'll talk later."

"... I get it. Here you go first."

A plate with red meat was placed in front of Dalgan. Dalgan learned from the two of them the raw meat that wasn't passing through the fire and left it in his mouth.

"You're getting softer."

"We mixed the grain in the bait as you instructed. We eat longer than we delivered before."

Dalgan moves his mouth as he hears the rancher's explanation. It tastes like unaged fresh meat. Is it a little young cow......

"The young husband of the elegant Gold Chamber of Commerce eats meat raw, not involved in the format."

"Hey, Sheila."

Sheila turned sideways with her father. The reluctant tone and attitude remind him of his old nostalgia behind his brain.

"Oh, no, that's okay. I'm placing an impossible order... Yeah, you two have a little souvenir."

Dalgan opened the steps above the refrigerator and took out the ceramic container that was inside.

When you open the lid wrapped in strings, you can see surfaces alternating between white and brown. Dalgan scratched it out carefully with a spoon and served it on a plate, putting it out in front of the two of them.

"What's this?

"Was it cow's milk, sugar and more chestnut paste? It's a sweet mixture of it and hardened it. Ice cream. I can fix it right away, eat it."

"It's not squeaky, it's sweets made with sugar. I can't believe it's cold in this hot weather..."

Sheila, who almost said she hated it, swallowed gokuri and spit on ice cream with a slightly melted surface.

"Ho, what is this? That tastes like royal aristocracy. Plura confectionery has a great reputation in the King's capital."

Malt raised his admiration with the spoon in his mouth. With that said, Dalgan remembered that you didn't hate sweet things. But it was mainly for the other before he left that he went out of his way by Prla.

Speaking of applications, Prla tried to teach everything from how to serve to the fruit to accompany. I only asked how to serve it, but I ignored the fruits. That's not the pattern here.

"... are you always eating this?"

Sheila ate everything with a spoonful in her mouth and panicked. I got a dreamy look on the finish. But when I noticed Dulgan's gaze, I suddenly bit my lips off.

"Not always. Can you eat more or less this sweet all the time? Well, Sheila would love that."

"Well, then this is all on purpose for my daughter"

"Oh, no, it has something to do with my job, too. The dessert after my plate of meat in that reigning dish is a pull. There's got to be at least nothing below this."

"I see, that's quite..."

Malt tightened his expression.

"Well, it's been a while since you've shown me inside the ranch"

said D'Argan. It was a late act that instinctively felt a sense of crisis leaving the scene. I didn't come here with a firm idea.

"Sheila, you can have more. It's like a replacement for taking care of you tomorrow."

D'Argan told Sheila, who was annoyed for some reason.

"... after all, no more... but..."

But Sheila did not respond to the words and remained staring at the empty plate and spoon.