I’m the White Pig Nobleman, but With the Memories of My Previous Life, I’ll Raise My Little Brother

Yes, I haven't fallen in a long time, Kikunai Phoenix (I'm almost six years old later). How are you all doing?

I am now on my bed with a clove of pumpkin pants, mummy and face, rubbing my bumpy tummy.

How did this happen!?

No, because you fell, right? I understand.

"Manna, there's a wrinkle between your eyebrows. Relax."

"Hiya."

I can't.

A thin finger on the jaw of the taupule rubs the waste meat together with a nice scented oil.

I feel like fried meat, but I'm sorry, Mr. Lara. I'm just fat, and no matter how much I rub it in, it won't taste good.

Well, hey.

Because of the difficult things I thought about, I fell down as an example.

So this time I woke up about thirty minutes earlier than usual. I think this is an achievement that builds the magic nerve.

So, when I woke up, the snort was waiting.

First, Leggles cried Hirohiko, and while holding that Leggles, he played bright blue.

"I remember what you told me, I got it right! That's why I'm here!

Dr. Romanoff and Mr. Rottenmeyer, who said so and looked up, nodded heavily at me.

Then maybe you're making a note or something.

Mr. Viktor scanned me by magic, from head to toe, to relieve me.

Shoulder stiffness and coldness were found thanks to you. Then migraines coming from shoulder stiffness.

And Lara said I was prone to eclampsia because I had migraines.

"Maybe it was stressful and hysterical without being able to successfully complain of headaches and shoulder stiffness pain."

It was Mr. Rottenmeyer who collapsed into such reasoning.

In the end, both cold and shoulder stiffness are related to obesity.

Before I was dying of illness, I didn't stop binge eating so hard because I only seemed happy while I was eating.

I wish I was at least worried, but you've become a vendetta.

It's really hard to raise kids.

I don't mean to comfort Mr. Lottenmeyer, who's depressed, but according to Lara, a lot of kids are aristocratic and fat for the same reason as me.

The situation is pitiful, so I'll just add a little snack for you. It's kindness in that mind, but according to the quality of the person, it's easy to be total and bad, etc.

I was a template for people of poor quality.

But it wasn't too much because of that, but it seems that there are aspects of it that were properly balanced and nutrient intake, which is why my skin is mochi puffy.

So, here and now.

I am an oil masseuse for shoulder stiffness and cold relief.

It feels good, but once again, it's embarrassing to expose your body to others.

Especially when they picked up the wasted meat in my stomach, I was so embarrassed that I wanted to go in if I had a hole. Well, there's no hole, and I'm not brave enough to get away with a cloak of pumpkin pants.

Anyway, when I'm being treated like this, my soul is going to fly if I think of myself objectively. So no frontiers.

Lara's fingers rub her cheeks this time as she tries to count the number of glass balls on the chandelier because there is no stain on the ceiling as much as she can.

"Hey, Manlu"

"Huh?

"I was just talking to you."

"Huh?

"Training of artisans and protection of technology. Later, the protection of rights and the development of legislation to that end…. I wonder what Manru wants?

What do you want?

I just want to spread the novelty of my craft skills so that I can do my job as a resident.

But in this world, where science has not advanced so much, mass production of anything is difficult and has to be handcrafted. I think that's why technicians and craftsmen are important.

Especially if it's hard to create novel technologies, it's hard to pass them on. If the cost of nurturing isn't stupid, it's also hard to establish technology as a technology in the first place.

"I mean, do you want to make laws that monopolize technology?

"No, the other way around. I don't mind if you spread the word. Ning Lo, I want that to happen. But I want technicians and craftsmen to pay the cost of establishing technology. That's just it. Because it takes forehand to do anything. Respect alone, one cannot live."

"I see..."

"Besides, visible rewards lead to a willingness to

That's how technology develops.

To do so, we need laws that make technology-generating technicians and craftsmen promise to pay consideration, or guarantee the right to claim consideration, or protect the craftsmen and technicians themselves.

But this has to be national law, not just the territorial law of Kikunai. Otherwise, it's because we can't protect Kikunai's technicians and craftsmen in places other than Kikunai.

In the previous life, there was a very beautiful glass craftsmanship, called Venice Anglass.

Those in power who feared that the technology to produce that beautiful craft would leak said they forced the craftsmen who would produce it to migrate to one island, closely monitor their entry and exit, and protect and monopolize this technology.

But still, artisans even say they were taken away by other countries that craved Venetian glass technology.

"I don't want to impose that on the craftsmen of Kikunai, and I won't quit taking it back by law if they force me away. 'Cause no matter how big the house is, I'll let you fight it by legitimate means. But before you do, you don't have to monopolize technology, you don't have to fight barren if you want to pay the artisans and the houses that protect them, right?

"Well, sure."

Seems confused by the unique noun of Venice Anglass, but around convincing me with "crafts of different worlds," Mr. Lara also seems to be hearing from Dr. Romanov that I am endowed with the wisdom of different worlds by the princess.

So, the problem is with that law.

Is this what you call patent law?

'Me' in my previous life was certainly a civil servant, but patent laws and fields are too different to be well understood.

Public officials seem to be a strong image of the law, but they are actually cracked and strong in relation to their department, but other than that, they can be a tease. Because 'I' specializes in welfare.

Even if you live up to thirty roads, this is not what you know about a guy who was flustered alive.

My best friend reads a novel called "Lanobe" and tells me how to set it up.

There was a time slip or trip in it with modern knowledge, but even if I was reincarnated, it would be like this.

Doesn't do any good... don't hit a bee if I say so.

At least with that knowledge, 'I' can now be eaten for dinner, and I know how much people around me care about me.

You're making a whole lot of money just by being alive. Yeah.

More than that.

I wonder if it's patent law. I want the law.

I wonder how I can make that.

Lara's fingers touched her forehead and stopped perfectly, stretching the wrinkles that stopped between her eyebrows.

The color of vigilance seeps into my face, which I looked at as if the treatment was over.

Hilariously, the air in the room changes and when Mr. Lara holds me up with her hand beside me, she runs out of bed holding me as it is.

As I black-and-white my eyes about what happened, Mr. Lara's legs suddenly stop.

"Manna, something's coming!?

"Huh? What? What is it!?

Lara's head held tight to shelter me, and I wondered if a white whirlpool had been formed, and the area lit up and...

"Maybe we can work that out, huh?

The stars descend even though it's sparkling indoors.

The vortex disappears from the ceiling, instead in a feathered sandal with silver curly hair and a reverse white coat hem.

"Hey! Long time no see."

"Yes, Master Igor?

"Pumpkin pants, you look great, don't you?

Needless to say, I screamed.