Countryhumans Romania の小説・ストーリー

she thought. She took a deep breath and a wonderful scent of food touched her senses. “Now, that is something I will definitely try even if I am full,” she thought and walked towards one of the shops. This town was built on the old history of the Roman empire. A lot of traditions and customs were old. “What is this?” she asked the seller who was making Carbonara (Some Romanian dish). “It’s spaghetti and macaronies,” he said. “I will buy it,” she said and give him the credit card but then she heard people muttering. There was a hustle.

"Yes. I wanted to ask her if she had any personal contacts where she got her information." "Maybe I can help you," he suggested. "You?" Her eyebrows rose. "What do you know about what I'm researching?" "It so happens I'm a student of Romanian history myself." One corner of his mouth quirked up. "Maybe I can answer some of your questions." "Oh? Do you also study werewolves?" He laughed. "No, but I'd be happy to share what I know about the country if that will help you."

Theodore hurriedly said, “We produce and sell Oskian-style furniture for the whole of Europe, mainly for Oskian customers, and our production location is in Romania.” Charlie frowned and asked, “Why do you want to produce Oskian-style furniture in Romania?” Theodore replied, “It’s mainly because Romania has very high timber production, and their labor costs are relatively cheap.” Charlie asked again, “How many workers do you have in Romania, then? What is the annual output value?” Theodore thought about it for a while and said, “We have approximately ten thousand employees in Romania with an annual output of about two billion euros and a net profit of about 20%.”

she continued. "They grabbed your...younger sister?" Pamela asked. "Yes," Alkonyka agreed. "When she didn't show up the night of her 'interview', I went looking. I found three of the scumbags closing up shop and made them tell me what had happened." "Made them?" Pamela mused. "My Father was former Romanian Special Forces," Alkonyka answered. My hereditary homeland had gone from Hungary, to Romania, back to Hungary and finally ending up as Romanian territory in the twentieth century.