Type-Moon, I will rewrite Lostbelts!

"Should we tell Lia?"

"...Let's leave it for now. Let him prepare for the battle. This is going to be a battle between kings. I'll handle these small matters."

After a moment's thought, Shirou Miya decided to take responsibility himself; it was just a trivial matter, and there was no need to trouble Ria.

Moreover, it would be very troublesome if the other party found out, referring to the handling process and the effort involved.

Hand the envelope to Melly and, after agreeing to a private tutoring session, receive express mail delivery service.

A few days later, a large crowd had gathered in the main hall of a castle, and some acquaintances were discussing the matter.

"Hey, what do you think you wanted to say by calling us here? I bet you want to beg for mercy, after all, we are in charge of the vital food supply."

"Who knows? Anyway, I'm not going to cut my losses this time unless there's a lot of profit. I'm going to make up for all the losses I've suffered before."

"Hahaha, you're still the same old loser. They're going to have a big war soon, and that 'devil' will definitely back down for the sake of logistics!"

It's not hard to tell from their scattered conversation that these people are the culprits behind the rising food prices; they all came here because of a letter from Shirou Emiya.

Time passed, and the appointed time had arrived, but the organizer, Shirou Emiya, had not arrived, and there was not even any fruit or water on the table.

The room was still buzzing with discussion. These nobles were trying to intimidate the other party by talking as soon as he entered, talking as soon as he sat down, and talking as soon as he opened his mouth, showing no respect whatsoever.

However, reality always goes against fantasy. Shirou Emiya did not arrive at the appointed time. Ten minutes, twenty minutes, thirty minutes... An hour later, the room was completely quiet, and all the nobles had shut their mouths.

God knows, it's really uncomfortable to keep talking without getting any water!

That damned 'Red Devil'! He truly lives up to his name!

Are they trying to embarrass us in this way? This is simply outrageous!

The nobles cursed their families in their hearts, but dared not make any rash moves. They had seen it when they arrived: the Knights' training grounds were right next door, and even the king was there.

Provoking trouble puts them at a disadvantage, which is not the outcome they want.

Two hours later, the door was pushed open, and Shirou Emiya walked in expressionlessly, with Agravain standing beside him with a serious expression.

Incidentally, Agguwen was holding fruit and a glass of water.

Seeing this, the nobles were furious, and one of them fired the first shot.

"Lord Shirou Emiya, is the clock in your room broken? It seems there's a slight delay from the agreed time. Would you like me to bring you a new clock?"

Good job!

The other nobles cheered inwardly.

Emiya Shirou stared at the other person expressionlessly, then sat down in the main seat and began to scan them, but did not answer.

You do your thing, I'll do mine. Go ahead and hit it. I'll give you the cotton to hit. Are you satisfied now?

There are quite a few people here, over a hundred, right?

Sure enough, as Emiya Shirou stopped responding, the nobleman who had just spoken began to turn red, and he was getting anxious!

“Agraven, take a good look. Although this behavior is somewhat impolite and even easy to be swayed by, the effect is outstanding.”

Emiya Shirou picked up a notebook and began to write, then handed it to the person next to him to show it.

Agguiwen thought for a moment, nodded silently, and understood.

"Lord Shirou Emiya! If you don't know why you've summoned us here, please speak freely."

Another nobleman spoke up, and Shirou Emiya glanced at him, "Don't know what it is? Then wait, we'll talk again when you've figured it out."

The nobleman's face stiffened; he clearly hadn't expected this outcome and was momentarily speechless.

Seeing that the other party remained silent, Shirou Emiya continued to communicate with Agranovich by writing. The only sound in the quiet room was the crisp sound of him eating fruit, which made the other nobles' eyebrows twitch.

This guy!!!

"Lord Shirou Emiya, aren't you going a bit too far!"

After five quiet minutes, someone finally spoke up again.

"Too much? You think I'm being too much right now?" Shirou Emiya leaned back in his chair, a playful smile on his face, silently staring at the one who had spoken.

"..." The nobleman felt a chill run down his spine from being stared at.

"Lord Shirou Emiya, just say what you want to say. We've set our conditions, and if you agree, the price of food will immediately return to normal."

"Oh~ you mean I not only have to give you the land that's been cleared, but also the profits generated from these years of cultivation, and you have to logically acknowledge that there's nothing wrong with that?"

Upon hearing this, the nobleman felt somewhat embarrassed. This was even more frightening than robbery; it meant offering his backside and having to prepare his own supplies while smiling and saying nothing.

"Ahem, if Lord Shirou Emiya doesn't want to discuss it, we certainly don't mind."

The nobleman changed the subject, his attitude softening slightly.

Those conditions were meant to be negotiated; they're not stupid, it would be a miracle if they agreed to them.

"Discuss? Discuss what? Discuss how much of my own I have to give up just to satisfy your interests?"

Emiya Shirou remained expressionless, showing little outward sign of emotion.

The harsh words, coupled with the unwavering expression, ignited a fire within the nobleman.

"Kid, let me tell you! We already know about your impending war, and I'm not afraid for you to know. We used our connections to buy the grain from Hector's territory six months in advance!"

"You have to agree to our demands, whether you like it or not!"

"If you can't make a decision, then find someone who can! Or, hehe, you can just beg for mercy and resign, and we might release some grain."

Someone couldn't hold back any longer and unleashed a torrent of abuse at Shirou Emiya, displaying an incredibly arrogant attitude.

"Then it's up to you. I won't get any food from you. But you should be careful. I will report back to the King truthfully after this war ends. I look forward to your performance then."

Without the slightest hesitation, Shirou Emiya got up and left with Agravain.

This scene was completely unexpected by all the nobles. According to their intelligence, there were still at least three months until the battle began, and considering the duration of the war, they would need to prepare enough food for at least half a year. The main reason for this was that not only the knights wanted the food, but also other ordinary people in Britain. Moreover, most of the food in Britain was under their control.

What can we use to fight this 'demon'?

"Heh, anyone can threaten. We can just go back and wait. I don't believe he has that much grain!"

The nobles remained smug, as if victory was just around the corner.

Volume 1: Chapter 39. The Melancholy Artoria, the Small Stove Under the Moonlight (4k)

"Mr. Emiya, I don't understand. Why did we come to this meeting when the outcome is the same as not having one at all?"

"And you really didn't know that they bought large quantities of grain before?"

Stepping out of the room, Agguivin voiced his doubts.

Emiya Shirou took out his notebook and opened it to a page filled with names. He checked off each name as he answered the questions.

"You asked two questions, and I will answer them one by one."

"First of all, this meeting is not about solving problems, but simply about determining our stance and who will participate. The reason is simple: agreeing to anything under these circumstances is a concession, which means we will have to pay a price."

"And coincidentally, I don't want to pay the price, or rather, I've been waiting for this moment for a long time."

Agravure remained silent, awaiting Mr. Emiya's answer.

“They control too much, but the progress they make is too small. I want to deal with it, but I haven’t had a suitable reason. I’ve had a few opportunities before, but at most it’s just a matter of making changes in individual cities.”

“This time is different. They are stockpiling grain in advance during a major war in an attempt to blackmail the king. This is a real strategy to destroy the country.”

Emiya Shirou gave a cold, emotionless laugh. Finally, the moment had finally arrived.

He finally had the perfect reason to make a move!

"As for the second one, I already knew about the hoarding of food, after all, I'm not stupid."

“But Agravan, if you want to manage this country well, you must personally go to all kinds of important occasions and know how much important supplies are left.”

Emiya Shirou looked at Agravain. This knight was different. His strength was top-notch. Although he wasn't a monster like Gawain or Lancelot, he was definitely strong enough.

In addition to this, the Knights of Agrave possess a talent that other knights do not have: the ability to govern a nation.

This is a real management talent, much better than Gao Wen, who only knows how to kill people, although Gao Wen is also very desirable.

“Five years!” Shirou Emiya held up his finger. “Five years is both fast and slow. Fast enough that it can pass in the blink of an eye, slow enough that a city centered on trade can become an agricultural city.”

"Five years! Every year, we harvest enough grain to eat, and then sell a lot of it, and store the rest. Do you know how much that is?"

Agguiwen shook his head.

Emiya Shirou held up two fingers: "Enough to feed everyone in our territory for two years!"

Even at the end of the Age of Gods, it was still the Age of Gods. Although the land was no longer like before, where a single acre could yield thousands of kilograms, it still produced several thousand kilograms of grains with ease, not to mention that Shirou Emiya had implemented various yield-boosting measures.

Since they could obtain things easily anyway, and they deliberately put in extra effort, the output was incredibly frightening.

"Two years... No wonder Mr. Emiya is so tough."

Agguiwen muttered to himself. He had considered many reasons, including the possibility of having stock, but he hadn't really thought of that many.

"This approach is unique, focusing on planning ahead. Only in this way can we handle things as they come. We should study and master this approach carefully."

"Take this notebook first, don't give it to anyone else. After this matter is over, I'll take you to see Wang to ask how to handle it, and then we'll talk."

The two parted ways. Agravain put away the notebook and left, while Emiya Shirou returned to his resting place, taking an envelope out of his pocket on the way.

As mentioned earlier, being prepared for a rainy day is a highly addictive thing, much like the game "Swallow Mouse".

Once you start stockpiling, you basically don't touch the goods unless they're about to spoil or there's a necessity.

As long as there are other solutions, we will absolutely not touch the inventory.

Shirou Emiya is currently searching for a small solution. He will definitely be responsible for the food that ordinary people want, and he wants to regulate it when the time comes.

Aside from ordinary people, there were only knights who needed to fight and support personnel, and their numbers were much smaller, only a mere two thousand people. He didn't want to move them.

Firstly, the location here is too far forward, making it too far to transport grain from the rear, and it passes through too many noble territories, which could easily lead to trouble in the current situation.

So, is there any way to get it from the surrounding area, preferably something that's close by and easy to carry, or maybe there's a black market for it?

"A bit like a brother, a bit."

Emiya Shirou: [Are you there? I wanted to ask you something, is it convenient?]

A few seconds later...

Morgan: [What is it?]

Emiya Shirou: [First, ask if you know anyone who sells food. I need to buy some recently. It's best not to reveal my identity, for some reasons... but I promise you'll be fine.]

Morgan on the other end paused for a moment. As someone who had been spying all along, she naturally knew what was happening.

The latest intelligence indicates that the enemy has completely broken ties with the nobles and is now facing a severe food shortage.

Food shortage = easy to cause conflicts = easy to cause trouble = unstable army = unstable king's position = the country is doomed.

To be honest, Morgan didn't really want to get involved, but her hand was already writing unconsciously, and by the time she realized it, the message had already been sent.

Morgan: [I do know him. How much do you want?]

Emiya Shirou: [Thank you so much! It doesn't need to be too much, just enough for 500 to 1000 people to feed for six months to a year.]

"Hmm? This is different from the information we had?"

Morgan was clearly taken aback. According to the latest intelligence, he had at least two thousand men around him. Was that enough?

Emiya Shirou: [By the way, do you know where a good place to gather information is, like where grain is stored in Saxon territory?]

Oh! So you were planning a robbery? Never mind then.

Morgan realized in an instant that her subconscious didn't want to aid the enemy, but her body was telling the truth.

Morgan: [Yes, I'll tell you the location later.]

Emiya Shirou: [Thank you so much! Speaking of which, I've never met you before. Would you like to meet me when I receive the supplies? I'd like to treat you to a meal.]

"Heh, foolish man, trying to get close to me?"

"Let's talk when you're no longer an enemy. If you're still an enemy, you're not worthy to meet me!"

Morgan proudly raised her delicate chin, let out a strange laugh, and her body began to wriggle unnaturally, just like the excitement of meeting an online friend in person.

Morgan: [Forget it, it's not convenient right now.]

Emiya Shirou: [Alright, I'll keep track of this time. Tell me when you have time.]

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