The Editor Is the Novel’s Extra

"You don't read books in your life, but where did you know all this? He's the wrong master anyway."

"I'm not as good at literature as Lady Dionne, but I'm interested in gourmet food."

"Aha-ha, this time I admit it."

Laughing out loud.

"How can this tea taste so good? What was your name again?

"They say Jasmine tea and Oolong tea. It's a specialty of Serica."

"Oh, my. It tastes different from the Meridys. It's a color and it smells so fragrant. This, this."

Dionne's eyes got sharp as she was looking at the goldfish's support on the inside of the teacup. Clayo seemed to know what Dionne was thinking.

"That's the eye for making money..’

"Asher deals with mana stone, mana ore, and pharmaceutical ingredients, but he doesn't deal with food and other products. Shall we import this from our business?”

Clayo searched through the knowledge of the previous world, which he felt was already far away, with the power of "promise."

Certainly, it was more popular on the left and right sides of the fair, because it was Chinese or Japanese.

"Well, it sounds marketable.”

"Okay, I'm sure it'll work if you're going to be our master of everything. There was a booth at the industrial center, so I'll have to contact it."

"No, it's just persimmons, so don't trust them all. I can't take responsibility for not collecting the investment."

"Oh, I'm afraid I'll ask you to pay for that! You're still a child, even though you're running a business. Yeah, did you meet your brother?

Clayo, who put the chopsticks down, answered honestly.

"I thought you might be at the Albion Corporation in the commercial building, so I didn't stop by at all. I've only seen up to the Speculum Duchy Exhibition Hall, and I've walked around."

"I knew it. But I don't think they would have bumped into each other anyway. There are so many people looking for the manager of Asher's boss booth."

"It must be a good business, huh? I don't know much about the family business."

Clay knew nothing more about Asher's family business than Dionne, as he lived without any contact with Vlad and sent a rare letter of regards to Gideon.

"Of course. The efficiency of the T-flume components on the Ether batteries has doubled, and the Mana Stone Gold from the top of the regular chatroom is always the best. Recently, Vlad Asher has become a hot topic as he has been distributing new medicines exclusively."

"Drugs?"

"Aglaophotis. It is a peony-shaped grass that grows only in the inland plateau of Meridis. It is impossible to transplant the growth environment because it is badly burned, but it is said to have excellent stability. Low level [sensorship] You're going to do magical powers?”

Perhaps because of the magic, the pharmacology and medical development in this world has been somewhat slow.

The sorcerer, who couldn't "reduce" himself, was looking forward to synthesizing artificial acetaminophen, a pain reliever.

It's good news for Clayo to open his eyes again.

"If you show that much effect without a magician... There must be a lot of companies looking for some sort of grass.”

The welcome was great, but the name was too long to call it properly.

Clayo quickly turned "memory" to explore the Eighth Bridge. There was no mention of such a grass.

Dionne, who was laughing, snapped open their hit subspace coin purse.

There was a handful of dried petals in it.

The pink and purple color left behind and dried, so it looked like magic.

"Here, this is it. Thank you for saving my life. I was wondering what to do, and your brother hugged by your brother. I abbreviate my name to Aglao. This is a big hit item of the year. We don't have much production, so it's not something to promote in the water supply newsletter."

Clayo picked up one or two grasses that he had never seen before in his life.

"Promise" did not send any message.

It was really just a medicine man.

Where did this come from all of a sudden?’

The simple drug trade was considered somewhat uncomfortable as it was done by the black blad in it.

"Thank you for the valuable information. Can you give me a few of these samples, too? I'll pay for this."

"Oh, thank God. We don't deal with medicinal herbs, so we'll hand them out. You're going to come up with a new business idea, right?”

"Don't expect too much."

Clayo blurted out his words because he was too embarrassed to solve Dione's misunderstanding and raise her.

"Anyway, let's wrap up with this. Then are you done watching the fair today?"

"Yes, I'm going to see a local festival from tomorrow. I've got the train tickets in advance."

As soon as Clay checked into the hotel, determined that he would never be able to catch the second-class train again, he asked Concierge to look for the train ticket.

"I will go to see the festival with a light heart," said Lee Si-el and Arthur's swords and valuables purchased at the fair, asking for delivery to Lundane in a bag of Greyer's valuables.

Dionne poured tea from the last glass and laughed meaningfully.

"Yes, boys and girls grow up taking risks. Have a nice summer vacation. Don't make a big trouble."

The businessman, who sat and looked at Chen Li, smiled meaningfully when he did not tell Dione anything about the Jeans Castle.

***

with a rattle

with a rattle.

"It's the same thing that super-special tourist trains are shaking."

The Jeans route will only be specialized around the vineyard festival.

The inside of the train was comfortable and colorful. The special class seats, all of which were high-end items, were spacious to the seats, and the entire carriages were monopolized by the party.

The compartment inside the car is divided into a bathroom in the back and a bedroom in the front, and a reception room is placed in the middle so that it can be connected.

The money was really good.

That's what Arthur did when he was sitting on a velvet sofa in the train drawing room and patting on a cushion with gold.

Clayo looked pathetic and didn't answer a glance at him.

"Hey, ignore it."

"That's because it's not worth answering. Say something nutritious."

"Hmm. Let me see, nutritious sound... Then I don't have to change?”

"Uh. That's perfect for you right now.”

"Is it also a porter?"

"You know it well."

The summer midday light from the car window, which had all the curtains rolled up, shone on Arthur's wild brown hair.

When I told him not to shave this morning, even his beard turned brown with medicine, and it matched Arthur's poor appearance.

"Then Fran plays the role of the potter?"

Instead of answering, Clay just shrugged.

Frank, who had already changed his clothes and came out of the bedroom, was reflecting his dissatisfied face on the mirror on the wall of the drawing room.

Clay and Fran's eyes met in the mirror. Fran's mouth has become more secure.

"Asher, I did wear it when I needed it, but it's not a masquerade.”

The ready-made silk suit, which was submitted at the Crater booth, was elegant with the sleek shape of the lapel cut, and the cufflinks and hankerschips, which were sold together, were strangely bolder than the popularity of Albion.

The blood-red ruby cufflinks and light gray morning coats looked pretty good on Fran, but they certainly looked like a playboy.

Clayo was quite pleased with the disguise he had designed.

'It's a perfect fit. I heard it's your first time changing your eye color to a set. That's a great effect.’

The mood was completely different when Fran's gray hair was changed to blonde with strong redness.

"It's not a tool, but I thought it would fit your size. I'm afraid if I dress like a businessman who's been wearing all this time, I might recognize you even if I change my hair color."

“…….”

There is nothing to refute because it is true, but Fran, who still does not like his appearance, sighed.

Arthur, who didn't know whether he was sensible or not, was nervous again.

"And now, Fran, you look like a real master."

"Hey, Arthur... Fran's a child of a count."

"Oh! I did, by the way."

Arthur closed his mouth with his hands in an unruly manner.

"I don't think I'm going to hear that from the third prince of Albion, and when it comes to dress, I think Asher's opinion is right. You'd better take off your glasses, wouldn't you?

Click, click.

Unexpectedly, Fran folded her glasses and put them in her jacket pocket. His body was different from usual, perhaps because of his tight waistcoat and wrinkled silk material.

Fran, who had sharp eyes beyond her glasses, looked too smart even when she was wearing a flat cap on a shabby cotton jacket.

Once I changed my clothes, the atmosphere was completely different.

As I focused on writing in the capital city, the tanned skin color also brightened up, and gloves covered my rough hands.

His natural nobility, arrogant chin, and stiff sides, which seemed to prove blue blood, were well matched with his outfit.

Clayo smiled a bitter smile without realizing it.

"You'll never want to hear that."

Clay replied in a businesslike manner, fearing that Fran might guess what he was thinking.

"Thanks for your cooperation, Fran. Now it looks like a pretty good disguise."

"Hung."

Apart from his rejection, Fran made a reasonable choice.

He was quite a flexible pragmatist.

This may be because he understood better than anyone else in the group that it would be complicated if people in Jensung were caught for nothing.

"But I think they would have been more my cup of me."

It wasn't until Fran reached out and pointed out that Clay found Isiel in the drawing room.

"…me?"

Isiel, who came out wearing a cape after taking dyeing potion in the bathroom, didn't really feel his presence as he stood behind his back.

The chestnut-colored hair was draped into the hat so that it could not be seen at all, and the cape on its straight shoulders looked like a young man at first glance.

Since Isiel's height is less than 170 centimeters, he is a bit small for a man, but he has a straight posture like a supporting post and has a clean walk that is unique to those who have long learned the sword.

Instead of Melamide's sword, which could reveal its identity, even if it was wearing a new weapon from a blacksmith's shop, it still felt like a master.

Arthur clapped his hands.

"Wow, that's cool, Isiel! It's like the legendary wanderer the minstrels used to sing."

"Mr. Arthur, please refrain from making embarrassing remarks."

"No, I'm not just saying it, I'm telling you the truth."

"I know."

Although Isiel is quite polite to Sai Chigon Arthur, who grew up looking like they couldn't see each other, he was looking at him to stop talking about the "Legendary Wanderer" that came out of Jeju-gun's mouth.

Of course Arthur was not shut up.

"Come on! Then Fran is the master, and I am the porter, and if Isiel is escorted, what's your role, Clay?"

"What, me?"

In charge of all this, Clay was dressed in beige outwear made of summer cotton. He was wearing a waistcoat and loosened his tie just because it was hot.

If you look closely, the foundation, Cebu, and the subsidiary materials were luxurious custom-made clothes, but they look simple to those who don't know their value.

So you can't help but wonder what the role is.