Napoleon’s Fall and Twilight (3)

In front of Novelpia headquarters.

“Ah, you're out again today? But what's that?”

“This month’s a little tight……. Instead of eggs, I picked some berries from the hills to throw.”

“That’s true, hmm, hmm. Eggs aren’t exactly cheap, either.”

The Empire’s largest novel-reading group.

The space rented by the Jean Renaudville Salon after filing a notice of assembly now had temporary tables and chairs, along with parasols.

Nearby stood an unmanned egg stall designed so people could put money in voluntarily and take eggs.

Naturally, thanks to the pride of the citizens of the Imperial capital, no one threw eggs without paying.

Of course, the eggs were considerably more expensive than the market price, but the price of goods was determined by distribution and labor costs, so no one complained.

“Scorched-earth tactics! We condemn them!”...