I Was Reincarnated as a Poor Farmer in a Different World, so I Decided to Make Bricks to Build a Castle

"Gran, please tell him well."

I murmured to pray, looking at Gran's back from afar.

Gran is now in a vocational training facility in the south-eastern part of Vulcania.

Naturally, Gran is not the training side, but the teaching side.

This vocational training center built with churches, schools, etc., was supposed to teach about manufacturing.

There is a reason why I decided to make such a thing.

It is to give jobs to those who have migrated to Vulcania.

Originally, this new city, Vulcania, was built on the land I pioneered in the northern woods, and a decent inhabitant belonged to me and a few of my family.

But when I came to rule over the Barca Knights, I admitted to living with other residents.

At this time, it was the people who lived in the village of Vulca and the people who fought with me in the neighbouring village who had a Vulca surname and no farmland of their own who began to live inside the castle city of Vulcania.

They earned quite a bit of money when I told them to make hardened bricks and grow magical mushrooms.

And as more money grew, some merchants started buying and living in Vulcania.

But the problem was someone else.

As a matter of fact, there are poor and illiterate people who do not have a Balkan surname, therefore cannot use magic, and do not have enough savings like merchants.

Why they are here is simply because they are gathered in Vulcania in trouble eating.

Once I fought with the Fontana family and won.

At that time, some of them immediately came to me and joined my army, giving me magic.

They're lucky enough to get a Vulcan last name and be able to use their magic, but they've never fought a truce.

It seems that the story was conveyed in a strange way.

For some reason, it seems that the legendary story of the city has spread that if we go to Vulcania, we can use magic ourselves.

This is how they came to Vulcania with all their hopes for food in other cities and villages.

But it is.

Apart from me, I didn't want to give Balka a surname anymore for disorder.

The Fontana family had a peaceful conversation with them, and there was also a defeat to the church that they were naming themselves.

I could not forget them and give new humans whiskey and magic.

But for those of you who come here, it's "not what you heard."

I came all the way out here, and I had no choice but to be stunned if I didn't get anything.

As far as I'm concerned, I didn't know anything about them.

Even if I was told it was different from what I had heard, I didn't spread it.

I want you to go home when you know that it is different from the facts.

I thought so, but the inquirer didn't drop it.

Originally, they came here with nothing to eat, no land of their own, and no job in the city.

They found out they couldn't get the magic, and that didn't explain why they turned back.

If there is no magic, let's eat here.

That's how I began to settle on the land outside the walls.

I got this report and was in a hurry.

I guess so.

I wonder what happens if we leave the people who have settled on their own.

It's scary to imagine, but there's no doubt that we're going to have a slum.

There is no way I can forgive the city I've worked so hard to create to become a slum sooner.

I had to do something.

But I was reluctant to rule it out.

Nothing is wrong with them right now.

I don't feel comfortable forcibly eliminating this by force.

It would be troublesome if the bad rumors of the newly created Vulcan Knight Regiment spread.

I thought so. I decided to give the people who tried to live outside a simple job.

It was an architecture using hardened bricks.

Immigrant problems began just when the exterior walls were being constructed, so I asked the people with the Balkan surname to help me renovate the walls using hardened bricks made of magic.

Wages are paid by working against part-time brothers and Vargas.

And if I took this job seriously, I would also be given permission to live in the walls.

Most of them listened to this condition and worked hard.

Thanks to this, the renovation of the exterior wall was completed without any problems, and the castle was built and helped in winter.

But it was a problem from here.

I can't keep working as a day worker just to build a building all the time.

Because this Vulcania doesn't have that much work.

It would be troublesome if they didn't get a job in hand by now.

That's why I built this vocational training center.

It is unexpected that manufacturing is something you want to remember.

Furniture made from wood harvested from forest reserves.

You can still make a little bit of charcoal.

Saddles and hammers for Valkyries are also available.

It's not just wood processing that I want you to make more.

I also wanted a glass product.

Window glass has become a spell, so I don't have to make it by hand, but glass plates and glasses may be made by a maker.

The use of stained glass in Barca Castle has earned Barca a reputation for its glass products.

But what I wanted more than that was someone who could make glass lenses.

That and this are all bad grand.

Grant is a very good maker, he made a lot of what I asked for and it's very helpful.

However, Gran was a type that burned passion for new and difficult things, and he wasn't willing to continue making what he had created afterwards.

Though the development capability was high, it was a talent with no productive capacity.

Finally, the vocational training center wanted to increase the number of people who could make new products created by Gran because they could make degraded copies.

I watched the migrants who were listening with enthusiasm to Gran talking about manufacturing, and I kept praying that they would learn technology and take root in the city without falling out.