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Feudal Trader

What if an option trader from a South America country was transmigrated to a fantastical world? And if this period was ruled not by the political and military strong, but the most magical proficients? What if gods and goddess were not only worshiped but also provided gifts and blessings to their people, as well as curses? These questions baffled the mind of Rufus, our trader daydreamer, his nerd background and vast tabletop RPG experience always induced him into thinking of new worlds and how they could develop. However, this time, the conceptual world that inhabits his thoughts is his new home. “Should I be happy? Angry? Why was I chosen to do that?” Follow our trader into his new pavement job of introducing modern concepts to a fantastical feudal country.

LazyBarbarian · Fantaisie
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Preliminary preparations

"Do you always do meetings during breakfast?" I asked Gerus when we were outside his home.

"I never gave much thought to it. But I guess yes, but there are no rules about it."

"We should get some supplies." Jel pointed it out. She continued to act as if nothing had happened between us last night. I couldn't avoid being a little uncomfortable, but I should stop with my childish behavior. If someone was observing me from afar, they would say that I was the infant.

"Don't fret over it. I will speak with Stephan to prepare our supplies and select some good people for us." Gerus proposed.

"Thank you very much. Do we need to do something now, then?" I asked him, and I did know what I should do.

"You can come with me, Sir Rufus. You can request directly from Stephan anything special."