I Became a Food Developer in Another World - Chapter 63



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There are numerous monasteries in the empire.

Once the production of distilled liquor began in monasteries that also served as ‘distilleries’ for making holy water, it quickly spread throughout the empire.

All the grains that were consumed as food were turned into whiskey and brandy, and the distillery industry flourished.

It goes without saying that White Tower’s ‘Fairy Coke’ and ‘Cognac’ sold like hotcakes.

Even the Pope baptized Fairy Coke, so it was hard to find anyone who avoided alcohol.

And as the fame of the White Tower grew day by day thanks to the popularity of these distilleries, some people began to feel uncomfortable.

“We can’t leave it like this any longer.”

“What’s the problem with processed foods?”

People were sitting around a long table, talking.

They were wizards wearing robes that symbolized their respective magic towers.

“There is no problem in making processed foods. What matters is public opinion.”

A young man in a yellow robe said.

“Some people are starting to compare the White Tower with our Union’s towers.”

“Wow, that’s great?”

A playful voice answered.

It was a woman in a black dress leaning against a chair, half-buried in it.

“So now it becomes the 13th tower?”

The expressions of the magicians sitting around the table frowned at the woman’s joking remark.

They were the owners of the twelve towers, known as the Twelve Towers of the Union.

“Heuktopju, you’re taking your jokes too far.”

“It wasn’t a joke, Lord Red Tower.”

The face of the old man called the Red Tower Master became displeased at the words of Echidna, the Black Tower Master.

“My Lord of the Red Tower, please calm down. My Lord of the Black Tower, I think it would be best for you to leave it at that.”

The young man in yellow robes who brought up the topic of the White Tower mediated between the two.

“Isn’t this a place where we gather to fight among ourselves?”

“So what are you trying to say, Hwangtapju?”

“There is a need to be conscious of the White Tower.”

No one agreed with the words of the young man called Hwangtapju.

Although it was inconvenient for the White Tower to gain fame, it was questionable whether they, as the 12 Towers, should even have to keep them in check.

“I like how processed foods are cheap and convenient these days, but isn’t Mr. Hwangtap too sensitive?”

A woman in a green robe chuckled as she ate gelato.

Although they didn’t say anything, the other magicians seemed to sympathize with the woman’s words.

There was no need to get excited over processed foods.

However, Hwangtapju did not back down from his claim that Baekmatop must be kept in check.

All the Matapju gathered in the conference room knew the reason.

Black Tower Lord Echidna revealed the reason.

“I guess you were very distressed because preservation magic was expelled from the military.”

Hwangtapju’s face hardened.

It was true that the preservation magic that the Hwangtap had been specializing in was neglected due to the ‘canned food’ developed by the White Tower.

It was also a painful shock to see the generals of the military that had been supporting Hwangtap take off their clothes in large numbers.

“… Yes, it was quite a blow, but that’s not why I brought it up.”

“Then what is it?”

Instead of answering, Hwangtapju placed an object on the table.

“These are ‘scrolls’ sold at Baekseokmatop for aging distilled liquor.”

A scroll is a magical tool that allows even those who do not know magic to use magic.

It is a one-time magic tool that activates when you tear paper. Its value varies greatly depending on the magic engraved on the scroll.

The magic of the scroll that Hwangtapju had spread out was not that great.

Because it was a magic that had only the effect of shortening the time it took for the alcohol to ‘maturate’.

However, the faces of the magicians who saw the scroll were not good.

“It’s not parchment.”

“Yes, it’s ‘pulp.’”

The paper that wizards use to make scrolls is called ‘parchment’.

Although papermaking technology developed and paper made from pulp was produced, the papermakers still stuck to parchment.

Using cheap pulp would inevitably lower the value of the scroll, which would be a loss for the magic towers that made profits from scrolls.

“So, what about this pulp scroll?”

“It’s 10 gold.”

“… … 10 gold?”

“Is it really 10 gold?”

The tower owners looked dumbfounded.

That’s understandable, because even at the lowest possible price, the scroll starts at 100 gold.

This was an unspoken rule set by the Twelve Towers, and was absolutely necessary for the ‘advancement’ of magic.

If anyone could easily cast magic through scrolls, the value of magic would inevitably fall.

The popularization of magic through scrolls was something the Twelve Towers did not want.

However, the White Tower began selling scrolls cheaply under the pretext of distributing ‘distilled liquor’.

The faces of the horse riders who were trying to look relaxed hardened.

“I held back when Groot was being kicked out, but this is just not possible.”

“I guess this is why there have been so many inquiries about scroll prices lately.”

“The popularization of the Sujeong ball is also a big problem.”

All the grievances that had been held back for so long came pouring out.

They didn’t say anything because of their pride, but they regarded the White Tower as a thorn in their eyes.

In reality, spreading magic that enriched the lives of the people of the empire meant reducing the privileges of magicians.

It was while the magicians were talking about this and that.

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“The more I hear about it, the more disgusting it becomes. I can’t stand to look at it.”

The short girl who had been crossing her arms stood up and slammed the table.

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It was Mirtien, the blue-haired girl with dragon horns, the Blue Tower Princess.

“Your Majesty, what are you doing!”

The surprised Hwangtapju protested, but Mirtien left the conference room without even looking back.

“Huh, leave it alone. Isn’t that Yong-in busy making money with Baek-tap?”

No one stopped Mirtien as he left the conference room.

They were busy discussing how to stop the White Tower’s monopoly.

And the thing that came to mind was ‘Prohibition’.

Because alcohol, including beer and fairy whiskey, was the main source of income for the White Tower.

Hwang Top-ju’s argument was that blocking alcohol would also block the spread of ‘scrolling’.

“Will you stay still in the palace?”

“It is a well-known fact that the present emperor is not on good terms with the church. Hasn’t he just watched the monasteries perish?”

Of course, the Twelve Towers did not have the authority to enforce a ‘prohibition law’ throughout the empire.

However, the area they influenced was so vast that it amounted to ‘half’ of the empire.

Since the local lords had autonomy over their respective fiefdoms, it was entirely possible for them to enforce prohibition laws on their own if the Twelve Towers gave them the power.

Because the current Empire’s Ministry of Magic is mostly comprised of members from the Twelve Towers.

“But if you suddenly ban alcohol, there may be side effects.”

“I heard that Eastern countries have prohibition laws, but there are no problems at all.”

“Hmm, that might be worth a try.”

“I will contact the Ministry of Magic.”

The Matapjus who finished their story left the conference room.

It was the moment when the half-prohibition law was decided, with the Twelve Towers as the starting point.

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The news that the Twelve Towers were enforcing prohibition spread throughout the empire in an instant.

There was talk of banning alcohol because of concerns about the health of the empire’s citizens due to excessive alcohol abuse.

“Prohibition! What kind of crazy talk is this!”

“How much alcohol does it take to be dangerous!?”

Imperial citizens living in the territories where Prohibition was enforced raised their voices in opposition, saying it was absurd.

That would be the case, because even if the people of the empire drank a lot of alcohol, it was rare for them to drink to the point of passing out.

The news that alcohol, which had been responsible for all our joys and sorrows, would be banned overnight was like a bolt from the blue.

However, despite opposition from the imperial people, Prohibition was enforced.

This was possible because the 12 Magic Tower wizards sat at the top of the Ministry of Magic, which was responsible for the health of the people of the empire, as well as the lords who had autonomy.

And the side effects appeared in less than a month.

The first to go bankrupt were the brewers who were unable to sell their liquor. When the brewers went bankrupt, the consequences were directly passed on to the farmers.

That’s because many crops, including barley, corn, and grapes, go into making alcohol.

Since it was much more profitable to process crops into alcohol and sell them than to simply sell them, most of the empire’s farmers farmed for alcohol.

The damage was even greater because the distilled liquor craze was at its peak due to the monasteries.

When the brewers who needed to buy their crops disappeared, the farmers were left unable to sell their crops.

Unsold crops became surplus and piled up day by day, and farmers who could not endure it began to go bankrupt one by one.

As the economy collapsed, interest in alcohol increased among the common people as it was banned.

“Is the alcohol that delicious?”

“I want to try it once.”

The negative effect occurred because even people who did not originally drink alcohol began to seek out alcohol.

People were willing to pay a lot of money to get alcohol, and as demand for alcohol increased, various tricks to avoid the law emerged.

“Selling medical holy water!”

“It’s a brandy potion!”

Some merchants began to sell alcohol that had been used for ‘medical purposes’ as distilled liquor, and ‘brandy potions’ targeting the upper class appeared.

Potions containing magical powers were expensive but were not classified as alcohol, and medical distillates were distributed under the guise of disinfectants.

Meanwhile, among commoners, the number of people going to church every weekend increased exponentially.

“This is the wine that God gives.”

“Ah, thank you.”

Everyone started their religious life in order to drink wine under the pretext of religious ritual.

There have even been tours where people drink alcohol in places where it is legal and then return home.

“They say there’s a party on board the Riore estate today.”

“Oh! A party on a ship? I’ll definitely go!”

“me too!”

There were also nobles who rented entire cruise ships to enjoy drinking parties at sea and returned, and there were even crazy nobles who went to foreign embassies to legally drink alcohol.

“Hahaha!”

“Drink, drink!”

There were more people drinking on the streets than before Prohibition.

This was possible because selling or making alcohol was illegal, but drinking it itself was not.

Of course, things like the above were only something that some wealthy people with the luxury of living could do.

For commoners who could not escape the law, going to church every weekend and having a glass of wine became their only pleasure in life.

“Ah, I’m jealous.”

“Alcohol, I want to drink.”

It was one day, three months after Prohibition went into effect.

“What is that? Welch’s?”

“Is it a brick?”

Products containing grape juice, grape concentrate, and grape blocks containing the original grape juice have been launched in stores on the street.

“Hey, what is it? It’s juice.”

“Then that’s right.”

Those who were tempted by the grape painting were disappointed to find out that it was not an alcoholic beverage.

But that thought soon changed.

※ Warning: If you store this grape juice with sugar and water for more than 7 days, it will become wine.

“… … What is this?”

Underneath the grape juice was a friendly warning.

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