Industrial revolution starting with the undead

Ultimately, Parliament ended amicably.

Three villages that are plagued by banditry - the villages of Bath, Kafkev and Dakao - were each granted amnesties and settled in the form of a 30% exemption from taxes for the current year. In addition, there were various requests from other village chiefs, such as the shortage of workers, the increase in fallow land and the emergence of vermin, each of which took the form of addressing them.

How many skeletons I have to make, I wonder. In the meantime, I cut off my fingers and prepared the material for the five bodies, but to that extent, it doesn't seem to be enough. Is that it? Should I prepare more bones by repeating the same thing?

I don't like it, it hurts.

"Thank you, Master Jin, for your continued support."

"Oh. I hope we get along well."

"Yes, I hope so too"

As far as the mansion, Mr. Andrew similarly made his way home by saying that he would give us a ride in the carriage.

From the House of Territorial Councils to our mansion, it's a troublesome distance to walk, though there's nothing you can't do. And I, who was never a physician, gratefully accepted Mr. Andrew's offer.

For one thing, Congress is over, and everyone has convinced me in the form of acknowledging me as a lord, so I have to somehow boost my poor territory in the future.

I'm home.

He finally returns, and opens the door.

Then Chris walked in from the back. Apparently, he kept cleaning me while I was away.

"Welcome back, mister."

"Oh. I'm home."

"Are you annoying, mister?

"No, I'm fine. Once you get some rest, let's eat."

"Yes. Rice Takeover"

Kokon, nodding Chris, is still a slightly sleepy look.

Or maybe this look is vegan. And I have little movement in my emotions because I don't know if it's my original personality or my undead.

Well, either is fine. Chris is cute. That's fine. I'm not supposed to be Loricon.

"Oops."

Speaking of which, I have to go shopping with Chris, so I have to figure out a way to hide Chris' ears.

Even a hooded robe gave it to me, and I was thinking about getting it hooded, but fulfilling it makes my ears hide properly is a mystery.

"Chris, how far has the cleaning gone?

"Chiubu, pikapika. What do you say, Pikapi?"

"Exactly."

If I did, I wouldn't have finished the cleaning in this short time, which is going to take seven days lightly.

It is also amazing to use time retroactive magic to such an extent that little magic has been reduced. With all this powerful magic, why did Aalv perish?

If it were a human army, it could have been wiped out with the magic of the Art.

Let's go to my room for a little while.

"Yes, sir."

"Sure, you think there was a robe I used when I was a kid..."

Of the three brothers, it was me who had the most talent for witchcraft.

Apparently the talent was spotted by a magician who came to our house at an early age. Though I don't remember that fact at all, because I was before I realized it.

Such a sorcerer said, "This child will be a great sorcerer in the future." So even in a situation where my finances were broken, my father couldn't help but admit me to the School of Magic.

Though my father ended up dead and I was supposed to succeed my lord.

Brother Edward, why did you run away?

"Er..."

Open the closet provided for the room and find what you are looking for.

It's a mess. It's a place I haven't even cleaned in a long time. Just move your clothes, the dust dances to the point where you can choke.

And then I pulled out a bunch of clothes that I hadn't used and somehow discovered.

"There it is, here it is"

"This, what?

"It's a robe. Put it on for a second... I guess I'll have to wash it once."

Ho ho ho ho, coughing up unexpectedly at the dust dancing.

Because I'm the guy who wore it when I was about ten years old, I'd have been left here for ten years. And if you look closely, by the way, it's full of insects.

Well, that's not a problem.

"Chris, clean this up"

"Yes. Clean it up"

Oh, my God.

At the hands of the craftsman (Chris), the material, which should have been dusty and discolored, resurrected like new, resulting in a stunning robe with no signs of insect eating, etc.

Time retroactive magic, wow.

"Do you want this?

"Yes. Chris' ears stand out, so don't get ears."

"Yes."

Chris wraps his robe around and wears a hood.

I may be somewhat of an evil standout, but for the first time, it feels like my ears are hidden. Exactly, you won't be ordered to "take the hood" on the go, and now you won't have a problem.

If this is not a problem, I can leave future shopping etc to Chris alone.

"But the problem is money..."

In my wallet are five silver coins. This is all I have.

I tried to look inside the mansion, but there was no gold left at all. I looked inside my father's vault, but it was a complete zero.

Perhaps when Brother Edward runs down, he took it as military money. Otherwise, there's just not a single piece of copper left in the Count's mansion, etc.

These five pieces of silver were also brought back by me when I returned to the mansion.

In my broken financial home, there was no sending at all, even while I was in college. For this reason, although he had about the enrollment fee, he had to earn all his own tuition, living expenses, etc.

It was also handed down by the son of an intimate chamber of commerce when he was in college, and he was hired as an appraiser for the chamber of commerce dealing in antiques, which was somehow superior.

Still, I couldn't save at all, beyond being a life where I was building my own tuition, living expenses, etc.

"Are you kidding?

"Oh. This is the whole property. In three days, the month will change, so tax revenues will come in..."

Paying taxes is set at the beginning of each month.

But that doesn't mean you get money because tax revenues come in. As I said, our territory is a debt hell. The moment tax revenues come in, the settlor comes and brings back a certain amount of money. And we have to pay the salaries to the private soldiers we hire, and that's where we have to do all sorts of payments.

The money I have is insignificant.

"Oh, this?

"Oh. Well, I can manage to live in about three days... I can't eat much..."

I'm a nobleman, me.

How can nobility in the world have so much money? Like water, something that should flow from top to bottom.

And Chris, you've probably never seen a silver coin before - stare at it.

"You want this?

"Well, if you have a lot of money..."

"Like this?"

That's what Chris said, staring at the silver coins.

And as he turned his hand upwards, a silver coin appeared from his palm.

Bye, make a noise, and the silver coin falls out of Chris' hands like a waterfall.

……

"Are you there yet?

Surprisingly, I can only open my eyes.

Reproduction magic of matter - maybe that's what I've heard in school for a while.

It is an uninterrupted substitute for materializing magic and making exactly the same looking replicas. Naturally, it is a secret sorcery only found in the book of Art's sorcery.

Treat that as if it were natural...

"Chris."

"Yes."

"You can't do that."

"... why?

Though I am very happy with my feelings.

If I do that, maybe I won't.