Industrial revolution starting with the undead

Enjoy a sumptuous meal with a selection of fine drinks to arrange. Luscious half-naked beauties surrounding them. And a man leans a liquor cup in the center - the appearance seemed like a rear house (Halem) that a distant desert king would have.

I don't even want to think that being in the center of it is my real brother, and I don't want to think about the amount of wine and meals I bought. Most importantly, I don't know how you got the beauties surrounding him - just think about it, bug spit runs.

How the hell did this happen...

"If you're coming back, give me about one of my contacts. Oh, have you seen the deputy at the entrance? What? I told you not to let anyone through..."

"... brother"

"Well, okay. Sit down, Jinn. It's because of you. It's as cheap as booze. Hey, that's my brother. Welcome him, guys."

"... for a moment, shut up"

Brother Edward laughs as he exhales with a liquor-smelling breath.

Since this daytime, I haven't touched any paperwork, I've let beautiful women serve and drink. At that point, I had no idea. The territorial problems are still piling up, and there are numerous things we can do. Moving more as a lord would develop more rural and towns.

And yet here's the thing...

"Oh, what a gin. You've got a hell of a beauty. You can't put it in the corner either. You said you were going to train in witchcraft, and you've got a woman."

"... shut up"

"How's the training going for Attch, huh? Well, I'm glad my brother's happy, too. So, even for the marriage report today..."

"Shut up!!

Hold your brother's words together with strong anger.

I was never lazy. I was trying to contribute a little bit to the territory with the magic I remember, with the magic of sorcery. He believed that not only would he provide skeletons, but that there were few other sorceries that could contribute to the territory.

Although.

As if to devour the wealth of a developed territory, you are playing lavishly -.

…… What's up, Jin? "

"This is our dialogue... what the hell are you doing in the middle of the day?"

"What, Gin? You don't know what economy is."

"Is...?

Ha ha, a brother laughing at me like he looked down.

That body seems rounder than before, even though I've only seen him for two months. Mostly, the meat under its chin.

How many times have you been playing luxury games? I almost throw up backwards just imagining it.

"Look, just saving up doesn't turn the economy around. The guy with the money spends it. The money spent flows to the market. Gold flowing into the market circulates to make it more moist. That's what the economy is all about. So I'm just using it as someone I can hold."

"... who can hold it, just using it?

"That's right. Industry develops because nobility does luxury. Because nobles pay for gastronomy, cooks use expensive ingredients to make great dishes. The garment industry develops because nobility pays for ornaments. The economy turns that way, everyone moisturizes, and industry develops as well. This is the kind of positive circulation you get."

……

I don't know what you're talking about.

Indeed, an economy is something that moisturizes as much as you use it. If everyone saves money, neither demand nor supply can be created. Industry develops because someone buys it, and no one makes anything nobody buys.

If that's how you think about it, it's true. But it's a rambling argument.

"... hey, brother"

"Oh."

"Where did the money come from?"

"That depends on your tax revenues."

To your brother's words, anger creeps up.

When I gave up my lord to my brother, the territory was never luxurious. Tax revenues managed to recover to black, but debt was still there, and there were as many places to invest in both rural and town. If you put it in, that's all there was left to develop.

Even I had as much to do as I wanted to, if I had continued to be lord. I was thinking of ways to develop more rural areas, towns. To that end, I had a plan for where to invest, and I should have asked my brother to confirm that as well.

Yet...

"Doubling the tax..."

"Oh, my God. Is that all you ask? That's right. The towns of Fulcus and Raccoon have increased by about fifty percent, but tax payments from rural areas have doubled"

"Why..."

"Jin, you may not know because you are an amateur as a lord. Three dukes and seven citizens, they don't exist looking anywhere in the empire, do they? Good and four dukes and six citizens. Normally, they are five people. But thanks to you for distributing the skeletons to the countryside, I found that I needed less food for the number of workers. So even the Six Citizens decided that the peasants would not starve to death. Skeletons don't need food, and peasants are full of jizzy and baba."

Ha ha, and a brother who tips his glass.

That look narrowed as if you were still looking down at me.

And most importantly.

The inhabitants, on the 'don't starve to death' line, decide on taxes.

Without thinking about one thing, such as leaving it at their disposal.

"I'm kidding!!

So, I...

I couldn't stand it anymore, that's what I was screaming for.

"Brother! You must be a lord! Lord, you should put the happiness of the people first!!

"What?"

"Even my father was in a dangerous crusade for the inhabitants! He was also trying to get a little more productive by going on an inspection in the countryside away from town! I guess I've been educated by a father like that to succeed a lord!

I grew up looking at my father's back.

With the people first in mind, but the finances of the poor territories didn't allow it. It wasn't even one of the luxuries, and there have been many times when I went to crusade the thieves myself.

So I thought that's what Lords are for.

"Ha... Jin, you, you've been a lord for two years and you're still saying those blue things"

"Is...?

"'Peasants don't live and don't kill'. This is the principle. You don't have to give them any more, even if you leave them with a bunch of storage that just won't let them die. The economy goes around town. Farmers work until they die, and it's just a job to pay taxes. You shouldn't give them a single piece of love there."

"What the fuck! Even the rural inhabitants want to be protected by their lords!

"You're not. Farmers are no different than carriages."

"Become...!

To your brother's words, I had no choice but to say a few words.

Rural inhabitants are not the subject to be protected. A being no different from a carriage horse, one that just works to the death and pays taxes.

Such tyranny, never accepting, etc. -.

"If the thief shows up, you can help him. When the dead come out, that's all the production will go down. Taxes are also reduced when production is reduced. It's just a profit and loss account"

Phew, and a shoulder shrugging brother.

It's as if I don't understand the logic of things better - that's what you're trying to say.

"But Jin, thanks to you, we have enough productivity, and just enough self-defense troops to crusade even if the thieves show up. Even if I don't do anything, Skeleton's factory will produce cotton yarn, and if I sell it, it will be gold. Spend as much money as I want."

"Become...!

"This is the nobility. This is the kind of nobility I wanted to be!

Spend gold like hot water, surrounded by sumptuous meals, wine, and beautiful women.

This is it. Such a nasty, inferior figure is what you should be as a nobleman.

My heart cooled and I understood.

Edward Fleetberg was my brother. He was the eldest brother and was supposed to be Lord of the Earl of Fleetberg.

But now Edward Fleetberg is.

It's only a boiling pest in the land, he said.