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

Having a dungeon means having a place to collect and mine rare metals and rare materials, at the same time back-to-back with the dangers of great breeding and outbreaks.

The army in the place where I conceived such danger is very large.

The size of it means eating super gold.

"And yet the budget so far shows that military spending has been far too low,"

This is what Louis figured out because he disclosed the information, but Kikunai's biggest budget to last year is for social expenses.

The cost of socializing means the money needed to hang out between nobles, but it's also spent on clothing and jewelry for my father and mother to go out to the party if I get a good look at it.

"I'm not proud of Kikunai, but I'm poor. Where did that money come from? How dare he cut his defense bills! It's not social spending, it's entertainment! Just kidding!"

"Young lady, if you don't like your mouth very much, we are told by Mr. Rottenmeyer and Master Lara to report it..."

What, shit.

To Mr. Romeo's words, when he pretends and coughs poorly, he looks around at the captain and the soldiers whose eyes are dotted.

Whatever your gear looks like, it's worse than the beginner set I wholesale to the Adventurer Guild.

"I never thought I'd be put in such a bad situation so far. I was sweet, wasn't I? Improve as soon as possible."

"We have to hang a lot on Mr. Saint-Just."

"Yeah, there's going to be a budget review or an addition. You have a headache."

I need to talk to your second son about how much you can accommodate your weapon.

Plus the soldier's gear. This means there are other absolute problems.

To confirm that, I spoke to the captain.

"Well, I'd like you to show me inside. If the building is damaged as well, it has to be repaired. I'm not an expert in civil engineering, but I can use magic for first aid where there's a risk of collapse."

"Oh, no, uh...?

"No, 'Huh?' Not. I have to improve my diet, consider the content of my training, raise my wages, and so on. Spit out everything you're having trouble with this opportunity. I'm gonna finish it all before my parents get back, estimate the expenses associated with it, poke it at them, and scrape their entertainment expenses!

Tighten your chest and the captain's jaw falls again once back. The same was true of the soldiers, who were instead quiet.

"Quick!" he hits his hand, the captain closes his mouth and walks out flustered.

The stone corridors are historic fun to say for good, but they are finally severely worn out over time.

When I pay for coal with sorcery everywhere, I see a bit of cracking, so I have Tara put up a spider's nest there to repair it.

Tara's yarn is pretty strong, which prevents the stone from falling off the crack.

The captain says he's confused or he's a jerk.

"Are you serious...?

"What is it?

"Improving this fort, etc..."

"Isn't that obvious? This is Kikunai's absolute defensive line. This place is weak, it doesn't work, Kikunai dies, right?

The fort is situated to shelter the city of Kikunai from the dungeons.

Although there are fortification-like things on the city side from there, that only plays as much of a role as a beacon of sight or a relay of decree.

In other words, if this fort is pulled out, we'll have to cage in the city later.

This fort exists in order to concentrate our forces when things happen and get adventurers to use it as a base.

Because it's not as lame or anything as it seems to collapse there.

And yet, if you're going to put up a budget, I don't think it's sane to scrape the rabbit, the horn, and the repair to no avail.

"Especially since my father's a soldier, isn't he? Is that what blinded me about the money, this body? Is that one really competent as a soldier?"

"Oh, that's it. I'm not defending you, but it sounds like your mother did it. Or deputies dismissed last year."

"What...!? Oh well, then, for once I feel this situation is not good... here it is!?

"Wah, young lady! Mouth!"

"Oops......!

Mr. McCuscio, the best of Estraijas, takes notes, and Mr. Tibolt flatters me.

There was Tara over Mr. Romeo's head, and he was flying the thread over Pushpush. Sur.

This fort is supposed to hold 2,000 troops, according to the materials, but that's when we built this fort. It was long before my great-grandfather.

Now that there is no great breeding, there are no 2,000 people, because the troops are shredded to the point of criticism. About a hundred people at most? Kikunai, it's really packed. Right now, if a big breeding or something happens, there's not a whole lot to go around.

Rubbing his crisp, painful temples, he heads to the courtyard, the training center for the soldiers.

And then there was...

"Ha, field!?

"Wow, you're blue!

"Sounds like a vegetable!

Ha, ha!?

Now this one opens his mouth and eyes wide.

What is this!?

When I looked at the captain in surprise, he looked terribly scared.

This could be.

"Also, maybe, food lags behind too!?

"So, if so, what will your Cao Zi do?

"Just now, you......!

On the captain's lips, who went up with a mixture of mockery, Mr. Romeo finds himself trying to eat it this time.

When you control it, Mr. Jayanta hiccupied me, "What do you want me to do?" and whispered.

"You've made up your mind. Doctor, contact Saint-Just immediately. so that you can bring in the food as soon as possible."

"Okay, I'll fly the demon to Veecha."

"Thank you. And if the food was like this, there wouldn't be enough medicine. Add that too."

"Yes, I understand"

With that said, the teacher takes the eggs out of his nose and groans with goño goño. Then when the egg was thrown high in heaven, it turned into a bird figure in the air, disappearing to the bureau at an awesome speed.

"Now you'll have food and medical supplies in the evening."

"Yes, thank you"

"You're welcome."

The soldiers fade deliberately to Dr. Romanov, who chuckles at him.

"Even food......" or "Can you have a decent meal!?," or I can't cut the whining voices here and there.

How much you've already put on the scene.

Green leaves of vegetables shake in the wind.

When I glanced at the green onions and cabbage that thrived, I felt stiff.

"To, meat!? If vegetables were grown here, how could the meat be!?

"Oh, that's..."

Staring at the distracting captain, he opens his mouth as he perceived it.

"I entrusted it to an exercise, in a dungeon... the..."

"Dungeons......!? Were you going to the dungeon with that gear!? No, I'm glad you're okay!?

What a lame piece of equipment than a beginner adventurer.

When you bite your lips tight, you have a twisted, chopped feel and a taste of iron rust.

"Bastards, I forgive you. Seriously!

What can I do for those two!?