The Economics of Prophecy

Central Garden, a city halfway between kingdom and empire. There is no tradition or history in this city that has just been done. However, there are a number of rare and delicious foods that can only be eaten here. Its reputation reaches all the way to Wang and Empire.

The Central Garden Branch of the Plura Chamber of Commerce is particularly famous among them.

Best location between Central Square and Convention Center. The more merchants who visit the business, the more they must stop by. New products that have not yet been sold at Wangdu headquarters also have value as information in their own right. Recently, when it has been known that the disaster has subsided, it has become visible from the Wang capital to the figure of a nobleman who came to shelter from the heat.

The eyeballs are black confectionery, chocolate, made with nuts named Cacaurus imported from the Empire. It also has a reputation as a souvenir for sunshine. It is now even said to be a secret weapon of negotiation for the nobility.

Naturally, the Chamber of Commerce has such a special guest room. Usually only use about noble guests. There, men and women sat feeling like people from a business home to work.

The man sits back in arms and flutters, and the woman next door looks anxiously luxurious in tune.

"You're restless. Before I got here, you told me to eat ice cream every day."

"... because I didn't know the price. If you eat that stuff every day, the store will lean."

Sheila said it back to the teasing Dulgan words. As a future shopkeeper lady, I also began to learn how to look at books and other things, and I know the magnitude of the profit of the store I am in, but I can't get rid of the feeling of being a ranch daughter. Even today I was bloody with the clerks about the treatment of my guts.

Too big a job as a ready-to-do menu and so many new things to remember. I couldn't even afford to indulge in a new city because I was so busy. Instead, it's not even out there enough to say most of the past week.

That's why Dalgan's taking him to the Plura Chamber of Commerce. Even when I heard about it, there was something about her that made her breasts feel awkward. It's the first time we've been out together. For the first time, it is a famous restaurant whose name roars all the way to Wang Du.

But when they put me through a special private room in the back of this store, I'm nervous about them being in the wrong place.

"You made me do it."

The door opened and a skinny eyeglass man dressed in butler style came in.

"I thought you didn't" blind "customers."

"Technically, I'm not a customer. Using this place is a tribute to your lady. Finally, business hours are over, and this is not yet an official product."

There were two glassware in his hand, and there was black ice cream on it.

"Oh, my God, you don't have sprinkled fruit, like always."

Dargan said, ignoring your advice to add fruit to souvenir ice cream. But Prla shook her head.

"Whatever your opponent is, there's no way he's out of touch with your lady. I don't need that kind of stuff for this."

Prla put the two plates on the table. Wave-patterned ice cream with a dedicated spoon is distributed like a petal. The color is dark black brown.

Sheila was a little confused by the color. But already taught the taste of ice cream, she couldn't stand to take a spoon.

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Put it in her dreaded mouth, and Sheila shook a spoon when it could be untied on her tongue.

"What do you think?"

Prla was polite and spoke to her friend's fiancée. But Sheila just snorts.

"No kidding, it's the best, best and tastiest thing I've ever eaten"

That's what I felt when I finally opened my mouth.

"Well, that's pretty good."

said D'Argan. Sometimes I try to show my neighbor the piercing locks, but he knows more and more sophisticated chocolate. Though I don't say what I admire.

"Because you've punched in for three years. Still, it's the fruit called Cacaurus that I still can't see the bottom of the flavor. Ice cream with that worked out. Chocolate ice cream is probably our best at the moment."

"I see. Is that the menu for your reign ceremony?"

said D'Argan. Sheila shook Vikri's shoulder. The surprise that I'm eating it is mixed with the satisfaction that this is even possible. I've heard stories of black confectionery coming in from the Empire.

It's sweeter than the ice cream worked in chestnuts you brought to the ranch as a souvenir. But what should be called the bitter taste of Kacowus counteracts it. I guess it's this bitter taste that makes it so sweet.

Fierce richness and sweetness. Molten tongue. A flavor of a kind I've never experienced before. To be perfectly clear, it seems unusual. That's what would convince me if they told me it was a treat that only existed in the royal palace.

She is in the same position in the sense of thinking about the menu of the reign ceremony, apart from that.

"Sure, you won't be complaining about this. However, the host is His Royal Highness Prince Wang, and there are more guests in attendance."

D'Argan looked at his friend as he explored. Prla ironically distorted her cheeks.

"... right. Too sweet for a man to serve. Though powerful, the flavor is still for women. Dessert determines the last impression. It's troubling."

"From my taste, it's just chocolate, that's better without too much sugar, too. It doesn't have to go with the thick booze over there."

"... well, you are. Besides, you can't just serve something that's unusual or delicious this time."

Sheila is rounding her eyes on the exchange between her lover and his friends. Best, no, I don't even know what it feels like to be two people complaining about this treat that's pushing through.

"I would. That's what I'm struggling with. Well, thanks to this guy, I've got a lot on my mind."

"Hmm. I guess I should say," Thank you again. "

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At the end of the conversation, the two were on their way home. Sheila with a chocolate ice cream finish is still dreamy.

The Central Garden Chamber of Commerce is solidified nearby, so it's just a matter of saying home route. In front of the sign, a woman who wanted to pass in front of them stopped.

"Ah, Senior Dulgan Komba............ What, neighbor, is that, who!?

Shelley stopped as surprised. Its eyes are nailed to Sheila's arms tangled to hang by Dalgan.