Industrial revolution starting with the undead

"Damn!!

Edward Fleetberg, with his anger, slammed a bunch of paper against the wall.

That's the same day I always let a woman serve, prepare an expensive meal, empty a liquor bottle and do everything possible to enjoy herself - that's what was delivered this morning.

A man who hires as a deputy and currently leaves most of the territory in his hands - that's what Richard brought.

It is an official document from the Imperial Council.

"What the hell is this about!!

"I don't care what you say..."

"I am! I was entrusted with my lord as a legitimate bloodline! I got the title! I bet you are!!

Damn, and throw up again.

Edward, educated by his father, Harold, about what a lord is, was raised as the next Earl of Fleetberg. Blood muscles are the number one for the Empire, because it is common for elder brothers to take over the title and be lords.

But as I watched my father, and as I looked at the situation in the territory, I knew exactly how far off the territory I would inherit for Edward. I get it. In the countryside, young people are separated, and the countryside is full of old people, and their productive power falls on their right shoulder. In addition, bandits are rampant, and no decent measures can be taken against them. It was therefore a completely packed territory with increasing deficits year after year.

Therefore, I threw it away.

Just now, Matilda, daughter of a nearby bakery who had fallen in love, fled the mansion on her own and vowed to live with her in New Heaven and Earth. If this is enough to carry a territory full of deficits, we should start from scratch, he said.

"Damn! Damn, damn, damn!!

Was the gear starting to go crazy right after I started living with Matilda?

Edward, born of nobility and raised as the next Earl, had no experience of labor. Still, Matilda told me, "Work hard and be happy". So I desperately looked for a job and decided to work as a day job manpower foot.

But that didn't last long either.

Even though he is a poorer Earl than his ex, he is Edward, born of nobility. That temper is high, and one day I'm starting to think like this. Why did you do such a despicable job when you were born as the eldest brother of a nobleman?

Gradually I stopped going to work as well and spent more time at home. At first Matilda didn't say anything either, and she was working with her. While I was doing so, the time I had done nothing had become painful and I fled to booze. Using the money Matilda earned from working, she was interested in gambling. As I did so, I ran out of money and lay down my debts.

In those days, and from Matilda, who devoted his love to Edward, it would also be natural to have been poked three and a half lines.

I abandoned the house, the woman abandoned me, and nothing was gone.

"Jin...!

The turning point came only after hearing the rumors.

That, too, was suspicious of my ears at first. Fleetberg territory had a good economy, increased production, and was unloading stable cotton yarn. My parents' house, which should have been completely packed, is making enough money to go up in rumors - I couldn't believe that fact at first.

But when I actually listened, I realized that was the truth. I don't know why, but they say there are villages that use moving skeletons to farm. As a result, there is no more fallow land and the production is on the right shoulder?

So there was a whispering voice in Edward's heart.

The current lord is Jin Fleetberg. He is Edward's brother and the three sons of the Fleetberg family. Because of his witchcraft talent, he is the only man in the three brothers who has been admitted to the School of Witchcraft.

But originally, it is not Jin who sits in that seat. It's Edward.

I was only a little out of the territory, but the oldest brother of the Fleetberg family is definitely me.

Then.

The lord of that 'economical territory' should be himself.

If I actually went back to the territory, I would have shown a good economy as rumored in fact.

And lord - if you actually met Jin, he was the same favorite you used to be. This guy can make Edward lord if he cheats on his mouth. So much so that it seems so.

The idea worked. Edward was ceded a lord from Zinn and got all of his territory. I received the gold tree as it was. Just a little glimpse of the books is enough to get you a good economic territory that you can't get enough of the money to go into the next month.

That was about three months ago.

The last three months, I felt like I was in heaven. He bought a good looking female slave from a slave trader, drank enough to roar fine liquor, bought expensive ingredients at all costs, and had exactly 'an ideal life as a nobleman'. Leave all the running of the territory to Richard, the deputy.

"What do you mean? Yikes! Jin!!

But the official documents from the Imperial Council arrived at Edward like that.

Title, "Declaration of War Documents".

The documents are arranged over a few long sheets, but in summary, here's the thing.

"With the inhabitants dissatisfied with the operation of the territory, Jin Fleetberg, a former lord, beeped up and made a declaration to banish Edward Fleetberg, the current lord".

Edward's anger also grows stronger on documents that make too little sense.

"Well, in fact, because this is all he looked self-depraved. Didn't your brother Kung lose his temper too?

"Ha! Nobility is such a thing!

"It seems like he was a serious good young man to listen to the inhabitants, so hey. The townspeople often say," Master Jin put us first... "

"Ugh!

With anger, he throws a glass of liquor at Richard.

But Richard avoided it in a floating manner, exhaling in a small sigh.

"You don't give me opinions about taking out debts!

"Now I'm in a fine position as a lord's deputy. I've already had my debts repaid."

"Ugh! Then think about it, too! What can I do!

"I don't know. I'm just following you because I'm more profitable than lending money. If I'm not going to be a lord, I'll just have to go back to lending."

"Damn......!

I have read the official documents many times. I read it over and over again.

As a result, there was no better future. The inhabitants admire Jin, the former lord, and most of the rural inhabitants know nothing about Edward's face or anything else. In this state, if Jin is heard to stand up to solemnly sanctify Edward, the inhabitants will undoubtedly follow Jin.

And most importantly, it sucks.

When Jin left the mansion, he said, "I'm the one who made the skeleton, so the top of the order takes the form of me. Because your brother set it up next," he left behind.

I mean, if it's going to be a war with Jin.

That's - that all the inhabitants, all the skeletons, will be opponents.

"Why, like this... Huh!

"I guess it's because you liked it too much. Wouldn't my brother Kung have been so angry if he'd been a little more decent lord?

"Ku......!

"I don't have a hobby for mudships."

"Ugh! Useless!

"Heh heh."

Richard turns his back in response to Edward's curse.

Then he continued to curse for a while, but Richard left the mansion intact in a floating manner.

I can only be confused by Jin's unexpected rebellion. What the hell am I supposed to do? How the hell can I continue my life as it is now?

Edward sits on the couch and drips. The slave women watched Edward like that faraway from outside the room.

Now, what kind of woman would come and not be excited at all.

"Damn..."

If you honestly apologize to Jin, he's your favorite brother. You'll forgive me.

But you'll lose your position as a lord, and your title. And I don't even know if I can live in this mansion in the future. And the lord becomes a gin, and the earl becomes a gin as well. Then I won't be able to spend any more money on Edward's liking.

How do I do that?

What do I do?

How do I...

"Excuse me."

"-!? Who!?

"Oh, I'm not a suspicious person. Someone I know."

"Nice to meet you. Dear Edward Fleetberg,"

"Become!"

Suddenly a voice rang from behind me, wolf.

But with that gaze behind him, Edward lost his word.

Standing there was a beautiful woman alongside Richard.

Edward's female slaves, who chose all the beautiful ones - because they were such fascinating beauties that all of them, taken together, would never arrive.

"So, who is it!? What do you mean?

"Calm down, sir."

"He's the one who's come to you with a deal that will never hurt."

That's what the beautiful woman says and smiles.

Then I took off my coat and showed its back - engraved, engraved for everyone to know.

"My name is Jennifer Langley and I am the 'Episcopal' Priest"

"Become -!"

"About the cult bishop Gin Fleetberg... I hope we can have a meaningful conversation"

On its back.

A diagram showing the largest religious organization on the continent, surrounded by a sacred cross.

Commonly known, the mark of 'Ecclesiastes' was inscribed.