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

Don't you dare read the air or don't you feel the need to read it in the first place?

It seems that God will come out of nowhere.

Kopokopo and a nice scented tea are poured from a pot depicting poor Suzuran on the white magnet of our finest tea set, this is poured into the same picturesque cup again, placed on a pair of plates, and offered to Igor.

When you serve the incredibly expensive honey of Tempest Killerby, a monster sushi bee that only inhabits the back of a dungeon in Kikunai territory, in the preserved white square sugar, Mr. Igor laughs.

"Thank you. I'm sorry, you came by all of a sudden."

"No......"

Yeah, well, the timing sucked. Why bother when you have a slice of pumpkin pants?

A little grudgingly, I drank a cup of tea with plenty of honey and Master Igor laughs bitterly.

"I didn't aim, it's a coincidence. I just had to show my face because I needed something from you."

"Ha..."

Nod.

"This is how God drinks," you say from the sofa away behind you, but someone was choking, but not at all.

Apparently the scream I gave you was endlessly loud, and the first person I heard and ran to was Leggles, who forced me to pull the hand of Dr. Romanov and Play-kun. The second is Mr. Utsunomiya and Mr. Rottenmeyer, and the third is Mr. Viktor.

"I tried to strengthen my body, but I got pulled out by Leitan Yakatana!?," or Mr. Viktor was a doomed, sad face.

Because when I saw Mr. Viktor like that, Lara was whining, "I need to get back to work," but I don't know anything about it.

Horn to horn, face to face rushing, "Hey!" Master Igor greeted me casually, "but that was awesome.

For the first time in God, Lara hugged me and knelt, and for the second time. The two elves knelt quietly, and Mr. Rottenmeyer pulled Mr. Utsunomiya's hand and let him forehead.

But not just Leggles and Leggles.

"It's not a good idea to come to one house all of a sudden from a tendon. I have to call you Rinkan."

"I can't, so hey! Meh!"

Yeah, honesty.

Lady Igor also said properly to this, "Oh, I'm sorry? He apologized." Kids, hey.

For this reason, I wish Igor enough to go to the reception room and welcome him.

The two of you sitting on the couch opposite Master Igor are me and Leggles.

Mr. Rottenmeyer has bouldered, immediately upset and withdrawn to his tea serve, and Mr. Utsunomiya is also returning to his maid's main business.

Play-kun drinking tea behind his back would be a complete bunch of three elves butting into God.

gossip.

What can I do for you?

Master Igor opens his mouth as Leggles watches as the chef tries to get on my lap with cookies he makes all over his body.

"It shouldn't be a bad story for you, either."

"What can I say for you?

What I cut out with a smile is a story that is really convenient to me, and it seems that the great noblemen of this country, to whom Igor gives shelter for anything, are trying to upbeat the kind of laws I was talking to Mr. Lara to His Majesty the Emperor.

Would it be at the Duke/Marquis level if it were above the Count?

"I played on the Emperor's trusty character route. But it lacks a specific example of a technology to protect, or a craftsman. So, I heard that the hair decorations that the singing princess wore were made with technology I'd never seen before."

I sneaked a peek at one of those singing princesses from heaven and they did use a technique I had never seen in her hair decorations. But it seems to be all sorts of slippage in God's eyes, and what is used for that hair decoration is the cloth that was the property of a friend who is the same God, and what a child the producer was who gave himself protection.

"Hey, what a coincidence."

"Right."

I wonder if it's really a coincidence. It's too much.

If you think about it too much, it also stinks that Her Royal Highness wants a knob worker at this time.

"... I said through whom His Majesty can trust, is that Her Highness the Queen?

"What makes you think that?"

"I have also received information from certain sources that Her Royal Highness would like my craft."

Can they just use it?

Even if it is a fine work that is not enough to be taken, it is a great and historic technique in previous life, and it is difficult to be taken in by the great nobles because they use this as a vocation for their inhabitants.

God or not, if you're going to hold me down, eat the shit out of me.

Tension runs indoors because I have a kind of distrust and disturbance.

Only the expression is soothing, but a bump of gaze that explores the belly.

It was Master Igor who brought it to an end.

Scratch the puffy cheeks and turn away.

"Don't be so vigilant. 'Cause if you get too alert, he'll come."

"He...?

"It's Baihua. You have the strong protection of Baihua, so if anything goes wrong, Baihua can know immediately. I regret it, but it's me and Baihua. Baihua's is strong."

I laugh over my shoulders, then bend my eyebrows to eight letters.

Then "I'm sorry," he hissed his hand.

"I can run, but I'm not the only one who likes that. Merchants generally have conversations that they like and explore, but you're more of an artisan than a merchant. I should have told you the truth from the start and asked you to help me with my honesty. I spoke the wrong way."

"Ha... So it's not a coincidence, after all."

"Well, just a little bit"

"Longer, though," said the story, which began by being cut out, that the great nobility of this country had prevailed, in fact, the second son of the grand nobleman - the Duke's family - had outscored his father or brother, the holder of a hard-headed typical electorate ideology, and performed on his own route through Her Royal Highness the Queen?

It seems that His Majesty the Emperor, who originally caring for his subjects, was shown to be ridden, but lacks concrete examples.

"In the first place, the second boy is an adventurer aspiration. With the excuse of consistency of training, he's like walking around the city with patience, but when he did that, he caught his eye when he did something about the plight of the people. It's good to come there and take the sister whose father made his mistress give birth to him, but the mother who was his mistress was a common man. My real mother and my real brother irritate my half-sister because she doesn't have good blood muscles, so she asked me to shelter her, but she thought I'd take my sister out of the house already. But you met me on the arrow to do business because you didn't have anything ahead of you."

"Ha."

"So, after all I've been talking about, I knew I'd wake up with you and say, 'It's got to be a people-friendly world, not a sister friendly world'. As a fabric stone that says it would be good if the world changed better, we first began to protect the rights and technology of artisans. In fact, his collaborators have Dwarves and stuff. Say it's not sneaky that their technology is being bought and beaten by fathers and similar ideological nobles."

Oh, my God.

In other words, did Her Royal Highness want hair decorations because she thought they could be used as concrete examples?

Your second son has a completely different mind, even if his blood is connected to his father and brother.

Let's just say that.

If nobility just exploits civilians and doesn't give them back, it's nothing more than forcing them to.

They say this law will be the first of its kind.

So, as the first technique to be registered in this law, she had a consultation with Igor from her second son about the technique of hair decoration that Maria was wearing.

"You managed to give the girl a hair decoration, but Baihua said that even if she said it was adorable, she wouldn't stop being friends. I went to see the singing princess on the subject, thinking maybe, and from the hair decorations I've never seen on my hair, I noticed Baihua and you. That's why you gave me a heartbeat that I could do it."

"Ha ha..."

"If the story tells the maker that the queen wants hair decorations, if she gets better, she can offer them. In return for that dedication, we aim to make it an adaptive technique of the law… I purposefully ran a rumor that the Queen wants your hair decorations..."

I say there is one problem with that.

That's my temperament.

"'Cause you said to Baihua,' You can't make it without the ingredients, 'right? Baihua boasted with the hair decoration." If this isn't the case with leading makers, "he said.

"Hey, very different though!?

"Er...? It's another Baihua assumption... Well, but you're right all this time. I used all that cloth for just a singing princess, and if I dedicate it to the queen, the grade of ingredients will naturally increase. It's not gonna be easy."

"That's it, isn't it?"

Right there.

If Her Royal Highness loved knob craftsmanship, you'd think it would be popular in the social world. Then I thought I could train artisans and make them into small industries.

But I stepped on two legs because I didn't have the ingredients to make as much stuff as I could give. All this is difficult, anyway.

When we talk about that, Master Igor makes a strange face.

"Uh? Uh... what, you were thinking that too"

"Er... I was talking on the premise of doing business?

"Oh, I see. I thought you weren't going to engage something. Right. Right."

Yeah, nodding, Master Igor.

There seems to be a problem with each other's perceptions.