Prologue | |
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One Day — Capital | |
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Mister, what did you... | |
Miscalculated. | |
With all due respect, I'm afraid this isn't a problem of miscalculating. | |
Bingfen looked at the room filled with festival lanterns and put a hand to his disconcerted forehead. | |
Why did you make so many? | |
Because of that old Laziji... | |
The Castellan? | |
Right... Agh, it's a long story. | |
One month prior... | |
What the? Ugly! So ugly! My Capital won't stand for something so ugly! | |
Spicy, you bastard! Have you no aesthetic taste? What do you mean ugly? Master Ginseng specifically requested that I deliver this festival lantern -- a Nether World specialty item! | |
So what if it's a Nether World specialty? What does that old dolt know about anything!? If I say it's ugly, it's ugly!! | |
You... Haha, I think you're just jealous. After all, aside from mechanisms and idiots, your Capital doesn't seem to have any special products, does it? | |
Only losers would be jealous of your rubbish lantern! The Capital has plenty of special products! Twice-Cooked Pork! I want a festival lantern, one that's a million times prettier than this piece of trash! | |
…… | |
After looking at the design, he said he liked it, so I made them. Little did I expect that those apprentices would be so enthusiastic. In just one month, they made so many... At any rate, it was my miscalculation. | |
But... *Sigh* With this many lanterns, even if every man, woman, and child in the Capital had one, there'd still be a ton left over. It truly is a waste. | |
Well then, what about trying to sell them off abroad? | |
That's not a bad idea, particularly these days. Ever since that guy came, the Capital can barely make ends meet on the maintenance expenses alone... | |
In that case, I'll make a few more. | |
No, no. Better get rid of this lot first... Although, there's a big exam coming up at the Academy, and I just can't get away... | |
As far as selling lanterns go, I've got a couple of candidates here actually. | |
Please, enlighten me. | |
Jinhua Ham, Spicy Duck Blood Soup. | |
...! | |
Perfect timing. These two arch-criminals need to atone for the sins they've committed. | |
Mister, just a minute... With the way these two are, if they go down to the land, they'll be sure to stir up some big trouble. | |
You could say that, but if we can rectify their personalities, then they won't go around causing mischief here and wreaking havoc there, and the Capital's coffers won't be in such a sorry state. | |
That's… | |
To solve this problem, we have to start at the source. | |
As if he could already see that fat stack of bills at the end of the month turn into a few meager slips of paper, the smile on Bingfen's face grew wider. | |
You've got a point! | |
Good, then I'll go find them. | |
Hang on, better let me go. Those two are on very friendly terms with my Darcy. | |
Fine by me. Thank you for your troubles, Teacher. | |
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